Commando?

„Would you rather go commando or wear something nice?“

„What’s that?,“ Taylor asked.

„That’s the explanation why I have blond hair and these stupid fingernails.“, Mike responded with an anxious tone.

„Why? It’s just a question and it’s not even asking you to do something. Besides, it’s a card so it can’t **** you.“

„That is what I thought as well. The first one I found asked me if I wanted a pedicure or manicure. I just threw it away and a couple minutes later I had these things on my fingers. The next one asked for red or blond. Guess what I choose?!“

„Are you telling me these cards are magic or what? Dude are you high? Magic only exists in children’s fairy tales.“

„You don’t have to tell me that, but here I am sitting next to you with blond hair. Trust me I am not doing that willingly.“

„Go on then, choose. Convince me.“

„Ok, ok. I don’t have a choice anyway. I’d rather don’t loose my underwear so I choose something nice to wear.“

At first nothing happened and Taylor wanted to start talking again when suddenly the card simply disappeared from Mikes hand. Taylor’s chin was falling down as he could not believe what just happened. Mike on the other side was not as surprised. His mind was bugling him about what was going to happen. While Taylor was slowly closing his mouth, Mike shifted uncomfortably on his seat. He had the feeling that something was crawling under his pants but just before it became unbearable the feeling subsided. He glanced down but his pants did not change. Then he remembered that the card asked if he wanted to go commando or not. He quickly pulled down his waistband to check his underwear. Taylor curiously looked down as well and couldn’t suppress a loud giggle.

„Are there any question from the audience?!“, they heard a deep voice. Mike and Taylor winced, looked at their professor and meekly answered in unison:

„No sir“

„Then I expect silence.“, was the grim reply.

Immediately they were both looking down at Mikes waistband again. Instead of his usual boxers, Mike was now wearing a black lace thong, that looked fresh out of a Victoria‘s Secret store.

„That’s… unexpected.“, was Taylor’s sole comment.

Mike was not in the mood to say anything. He simply decided to ignore what just happened and focused on the lecture. Thanks to his stubbornness he was actually able to ignore the foreign feeling of his new underwear. At least for a while.

After the lectures finished, Mike hurried back to his room with Taylor following him closely. Mike wanted to change back into normal underwear before the next lecture began. But he was greeted by a surprise when opening is drawer. All of his boxers where gone, replaced with very feminin thongs like the one he was wearing.

„Now I believe in magic.“, Taylor whispered when he saw the content of the drawer.

„I need to figure out how to stop that. I doubt it is going to get better for me.“

„I can help but first we need to get through the day. Better graduate with thongs than failing college in boxers.“

Mike nodded hesitantly. He grabbed bis backpack and was about to leave when he saw a new card laying on the floor in front of the door. He picked it up and was again greeted by the word that already sparked discomfort in him.

„Would you rather…“