No, go find Peroh

You decide you'd had enough of Geri ball players yesterday and just wanted to relax for the evening. You say goodbye to the boys who seemed a little disappointed but promised to meet up again some other time. Amber headed off as well, wanting to meet up with some people in the fighting club.

You leave the hall alone, just intending to walk around listlessly and ponder over the events of the day when you spot a runty red headed sorcerer walking by one of the sorceress dorms looking at the big statues of sorceresses. He's not looking your way but you're sure it's Peroh. He seemed awed by the statues, the look on his face was almost... longing?

There isn't anyone else nearby as you walk up to him and try to get his attention.

Jessica : "Hey Peroh!"

He went stiff and fell over in surprise like he had been caught doing something wrong. In his fall he got caught up in his robes. He lands on his bum with the him of his robes caught on his head revealing.... Are those your panties!? The ones you lost during the beach trip?

It took you a moment to realize what you had seen as the blushing boy rights himself and looks at you in horror from the ground.

Peroh : "It's... it's not-"

You feel several things at once. Violated, embarrassed, angry and despite yourself a little sorry for the guy. You keep your voice low, not wanting to draw attention to the situation as you interrupt the helpless stuttering.

Jessica : "Are you wearing my panties right now?"

As he stands up you grab his arm, not wanting him to run away. However he doesn't seem to have any fight left in him. You drag him to a more secluded area on the side of the building, out of the way of any foot traffic.

Jessica : "Answer me Peroh, don't make me check for myself you pervert. Are those my panties from two days ago?"

His face has turned from red to sheet white and he just starts repeating.

Peroh : "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Jessica : "Sorry you got caught."

Peroh : "No! It's just... I've always...."

Jessica : "Is this how you get off? You steal women's underwear and imagine fucking them?"

Finally he seems to regain his voice.

Peroh : "No... Not fucking them... being them!"

He says that last bit with a conviction not present in the rest of his stuttering. It seemed like something that he'd kept to himself for a long time and now that it was out he couldn't stop talking even through the tears filling his eyes.

Peroh : "I've never been like the other boys. I tried but I can't be, they all want to be strong and heroic and save damsels in distress. They want to be rough and manly and I just want..."

He breaks down more and you can barely understand what he's saying towards the end. The anger you had felt has died, you can't bring yourself to be mad at someone this pathetic. You still feel violated but you also empathize intensely with not fitting in with the other boys.