Confrontation

When you reached home, you decided to skip dinner because you had a heavy lunch. You planned to have a warm shower before heading to bed. Just as you're about to relax, you hear your mom calling you from the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, you feel mortified.

Your mom is laid a few pairs of boyshorts on the table, a skin-colored one, a pink one, a lilac one, and a baby blue one. These were the ones that were worn over the last few days.

Her expression is a mix of confusion and concern.

"Alex, can you explain these?" she asks, her voice tinged with disapproval. "I asked Alison if these were hers, and she said no. It's in the washer so clearly someone has worn them and put in the washer."