Wear panties underneath your pants.

Its a long night of sweaty, sticky dreams. In them, you are worshiping Dale's manhood and he is calling you his sexy, slutty girl. As you keep sucking, your chest swells and your already diminutive dick shrinks away to nothing, spurting shamefully one last time before forming a wet slit in its place. Your beautiful breasts heave as you wait, wet and willing for your dirtbag neighbor to take your virginity. His cock presses against your lower lips and you push your hips towards him, **** to suck his cock with your cunt.

....

And then you wake up. You are startled to say the least. That can't be what you really want, you are 80% sure you are straight even if you are 100% definitely a cocksucker, but just because you look forward to it, love doing it so much it makes you cum without ever touching your cock, and even dream about it...that doesn't mean you really want it. You tell yourself the same comforting mantra that you are being blackmailed, that you were high, that for whatever reason that will stick, this doesn't count. But you can't stop thinking about how sexy and slutty it makes you feel when Dale calls you his girl.

Maybe it's because you've never been described as sexy before, certainly not for any many qualities. Maybe it's because the pleasure pathways in your brain have been rewired through a bombardment of bliss to associate the giddy glee of being high and horny with the embarrassing yet erotic acts Dale '****' you to commit. Maybe you just want to know if you can cum as hard in real life as you did in the dream. Whatever the reason, you have had an inescapable obsession since you woke up, and the more you try to resist it or reason it away, the more powerful and irresistible it grows. You don't WANT to do it, but you HAVE to sneak in your sister's room and steal a pair of her panties to secretly wear over to Dale's.

Your cursed 'good' luck holds true as Emma spent the night with a friend or lover or stranger or whatever combination of the three tickled her fancy, and the rest of your family is living productive lives with their jobs and responsibilities and friends or whatever, so you can easily sneak in and swipe a pair of panties. Still, your stark terror at the prospect of someone coming home and discovering you is at the forefront of your mind, so you are rushed as you ransack her panty drawer. Your cock aches as you fumble through the flimsy fabrics until you grab a pair of pink silk panties with black lace frills on the waist and legs. You waste no time shimmying out of your jeans and underwear and sliding them on. You allow yourself a second to swoon over how the silk caresses your cock and hugs your ass, and then immediately jump back into your jeans and head over to Dale's house.

On the way you kick yourself with every surreally sensual step. What are you going to do if Ella notices they are missing or soiled? What happens if someone notices you walking funny and tries to investigate why? What happens if Dale reaches into your jeans, like he has EVERYTIME you have sucked his cock and discovers your secret. Suddenly, this seems like a monstrously bad idea and you realize you should run back home and change before it's too late. You don't, of course, you just tell yourself it will be okay somehow without knowing how it possibly could, but too turned on to turn back now.

Your dependable 'luck' holding strong, you make it to Dale's without being caught and he doesn't seem to notice anything as he invites you, "Hey, dude, come inside and we'll fire up a blunt and then you can scarf down my breakfast sausage." Dale being Dale, the blunt is bigger than your head and almost as thick as his cock and the breakfast sausage isn't an innuendo, but leftover bratwurst from some German food he ordered last night. You devour both ravenously, and soon you find yourself high and horny and sitting in Dale's laugh, giggling girlishly at a joke you half heard and have already forgotten.

"Heh heh...yeah I'm hilarious. But what's got you in such a girly mood? Did you miss my 'breakfast sausage' that bad?" You wish you could explain innuendos and meal times to Dale, but you are distracted by his hard cock springing to life under his robe, which you are pretty sure is the same one he wore yesterday, which you would be more grossed out about if you weren't more focused on how horny you felt with his prick prodding your plump, pantied ass. Any hope you had of coming up with a plausible answer to his question that doesn't simultaneously reveal your secret goes out the window when he slides his hand down your jeans and squeezes your silk sheathed, supple cheeks.

Dale raises an eyebrow exaggeratedly and continues playing with your panty covered cheeks. "What's this? Did my sexy girl decide she wants to be my girlfriend? Or are you just a beta bitch willing to roleplay whatever a stronger man wants?" You struggle to answer, partly because you don't know what he wants to hear, and partly because you aren't sure which is true, or if either or true...or both are. You have to give him some answer, and fast, or he might pick something worse than both combined.