The panties are better than nothing

No way I was going to go the school naked! But before I put the panties on, I try to plead with the girls. "Can we turn around and get some clothes?" I say.

"No way, we're already 10 minutes late!" Sarah says. Like these girls ever cared about punctuality before!

"Please?" I ask.

"Oh my gosh George, you're such a wuss," Sarah says.

"Mom wouldn't let us in the house anyways," Jessica says more reasonably.

I take a look at the panties in my hands. They're white with a light pink band at the top. "Uh... who's are these anyways?" I ask.

The girls snicker as if expecting this question. "It's one of ours, take a guess who!" Sarah says. An electric shock goes through my body at the thought of wearing my stepsisters' panties. "F-forget it," I say with a stutter.

I take a deep breath and then slip on the panties. As I'm doing so, Jessica turns around expectantly. Sarah, still glancing back and forth between me and the road momentarily locks her gaze on me. I put it on quickly so that it's not much of a show for them but the girls look pleasantly satisfied. The panties fit snugly_ almost too well in fact, and it's a painful reminder of my size.

"A perfect fit, huh?" Jessica says with a smile. Sarah chuckles then turns her eyes back to the road.

I remember that I'm still soaking wet from the shower. I feel the panties already start to absorb the water on my groin and begin to turn translucent. "Um," I say with some urgency. "Did you guys bring any towels?"

The girls glance at each other before Sarah answers. "Oh, I guess we forgot that. Sorry George," she says.

It seems like this part was genuinely not planned to humiliate me. I lean over my seat and scrub my fingers through my hair to shake the remaining water off. Also, I decide to use my socks which my sisters did remember to bring and use them as feeble towels to wipe my body. All that accomplishes though, is leaving me slightly less wet and smelling like dirty laundry. Also, the socks become too wet to wear too, so I reluctantly toss them aside and put on my sneakers without them.

Soon after, we arrive at the school and Sarah parks in an empty spot near the entrance. Usually this area is bustling, but it's silent as classes have already started. I stay in the car while Sarah and Jessica steps out and grabs their bags from the backseat. Now that I'm in front of the school, any confidence that I had built up over the ride evaporate. I begin to sweat. I contemplate if I should hide out in the car or try to run back home.

"George, you can't stay here all day," Jessica says gently, seeing me frozen in place.

"Uh... in a minute. You guys go ahead without me," I say nervously.

Sarah rolls her eyes then walks over to my side of the car. She opens the door and forcefully pulls me out of my seat. Then, embarrassingly, she grabs my backpack and puts it on me for me, like I'm some little kid.

"There," she says and gives my butt a smack. "George is ready for school. Aren't you George?" she says teasingly. With Sarah pulling me along, the three of us enter the school.

The foyer is empty but just as we enter, the glass door of the main office opens and a woman steps out...