Surprise Pairing

Larry's parents came home to see their pride and joy and also checked to see if their children were home. Instead they came home to a bickering complaining daughter and an anxious and freaked out son. And their pride and joy was missing from their display case.

"Whats going on in here?!"

"Dad! My panties have been raided! Someone stole half of my bras and panties! Probably one of Larry's pervert friends!"

"So you don't know anything about the missing skirt in the living room?"

"No I don't know anything about the missing skirt in the living room! Priorities dad! Someone's probably out there smelling my underwear!"

Larry's father looked optimistically at Larry's mother.

"Could it be?" Larry's mother said.

"Lets not jump to any conclusions yet...but possibly"

"Larry? Do you know what happened to the skirt in the living room?"

"It took him," he whispered to himself. "It just grabbed him and took him...."

"Larry!" His father snapped his fingers, "snap out of it! What happened?"

"I don't know...something came over me at school. My girlfriend and I broke up so that I could date this...guy...I brought her..no, him...over to hang out. He told me women's clothes attacked him, I didn't believe him until I saw it. That skirt came to life. It put itself on him and then it took him away..."

Larry's parents squeezed each others hands joyfully while feigning concern for Larry.

"I know that must've been hard to see, but I think I know what will cheer you up. Something that will take your mind off everything."

He lifted his head up hopefully, "you do?"

"Yeah. Why don't you hop in the car and we'll get you sorted. Okay champ?'

He leaned forward and hugged his parents, "thank you. I love you" before running to the car.

You laid on your bed trying to calm your nerves from everything that had happened during the day while also trying to get used to wearing this stupid intrusive thong, this stupid revealing skirt, or these painful shoes that refused to come off no matter what you did.

There was a knock at the front door.

You heard murmuring.

"Elvira!" Your mother yelled, "its for you!"

Who would want to see me? You wondered, while the question of who you wanted to see you remained at zero, there was only one way out of this situation. You walked from your room to the front door, "what do you want?" You asked bracing yourself for another continuation of your unending humiliation. You saw an older man and woman at the door.

"Hello John? I'm sorry, Elvira?" The old man greeted you.

"John's fine" you corrected him.

"Elvira...we have an issue."

"John- please"

"It appears...Elvira...that you took something valuable- something precious from our house" the man said, you grew irritated at his persistence of that damned name.

"What am I supposed to have taken?"

The man didn't answer- just looked down at the skirt you were wearing.

"I didn't take this! It took me!"

"Whatever the reason- the end result is that it is our property, and they ended up in your possession," he said, "now, there are only a number of options here...either you give them back- which i suspect you are unable to do...you pay us their value- which if you saved all your life, you wouldn't be able to afford...or...a third arrangement..."

You looked at him and the woman, "what third arrangement...?" You cautiously asked.

"You marry our son, Larry..."

"I what?!"

The woman chimed in, "you see, Larry was always destined to become King. Be that Prom King or KING King- so if you two wed, then naturally that would make him a King when all is said and done."

You looked behind you to make sure your parents couldn't hear the conversation before stepping outside and closing the door

"What is your deal?!" You asked, "you know I'm a man, right?"

"That really doesn't bother us- just so long as our Larry gets to be King when the Queen...takes over."

"I'm trying to stop the queen from taking over, you get that right?"

The two laughed, "yeah, good luck with that. So we have a deal? You don't have to say anything- our Larry is in the backseat. Just get in our car, and that will suffice."

"Or I can call the cops? They can hear all about this theft..? I have my photographic evidence. You're wearing the evidence. You want that? To have your issue become official?"

"You two are the worst people imaginable," you said, storming past them to get in their backseat.

"We won't mention this during our wedding toast!" They yelled back.