Return home. You need to quickly eliminate all traces of the shameful event that occurred...

You quickly run home.

When you arrived home, your first thought was the persistent desire to wash yourself. You wanted to wash away the traces of the humiliating event that had happened from your body.

You thought: “I need to get rid of the sticky sperm on my body and the smell... I need to do this quickly before Aunt Martha notices!”

So you went straight to your room.

You luck. Aunt Martha was busy with something in the kitchen. She shouted something unintelligible to you. You didn’t even try to listen to her words to understand what exactly she said.

You ran into your room on the second floor of the house.

You quickly began to take off all your clothes. T-shirt, briefs, shorts.

You threw the backpack and money that were payment for orders on a small table in the corner of the room.

Now you urgently need to find something to change into (to prepare in advance the clothes you will wear after washing your body). And then you need to wash yourself (the bathroom is also on the second floor). You take a step towards the closet, which is located near the wall...

Suddenly you hear a prolonged creak...

This is the door creaking...

You turn around...

Your Aunt Martha is standing in the doorway and looking at you.

You are completely naked. Your belly and your little dick are smeared with your own sticky cum that emanates the scent throughout the room.

You look stupidly into the eyes of your aunt, who is examining you with an irritated expression on her face. Her gaze expresses contempt for you. You expected shouting and swearing.

But this doesn't happen.

You mumble pathetically: “Aunt Martha, I can explain everything... It happened to me...”

Auntie interrupts your excuses: “Just tell me where the money you were supposed to bring is. Where is the payment?”

You gesture towards the table. Banknotes are lying next to the backpack bag.

Martha takes the money.

Then she says: “The main thing is that I managed to take the money from you before you could spend it on some stupid nonsense. As for your appearance... I'm not at all surprised. You have the same shameful habits. Untidy. Negligence. Inability to exercise minimal self-control. Masturbation. All this is sad - but I will deal with these problems later. Now go wash yourself. And then change clothes. You will wash your dirty clothes yourself.”

Having said these words, Martha went into the kitchen.

You breathed a sigh of relief. She thought that you were dirty with sperm because you were masturbating in your own room. She shouldn’t know the true details of what happened to you...

You went to the bathroom.

After washing. You returned to your room.

Searching for clothes in the closet revealed a problem.

For some reason your clothes were not in the closet. This is weird. After all, you brought quite a lot of spare wardrobe items from California.

You continued searching in the closet (you clearly remember that on the day you arrived you left your clothes somewhere here). But it was in vain...

There were only some strange clothes in the closet that didn’t look much like what you would like to find. Small pinkish shorts. The T-shirt had a bluish tint (for some reason this T-shirt was a little wider in the chest area). Panties are white. All this clearly looked like women's clothing.

But there was nothing else in the closet. You had to put these garments on your body.

You went down to the first floor and you ate in the kitchen.

After lunch, you found out what the solution to the problem with clothes was.

In response to your questions, Aunt Martha answered you: “I moved all your clothes to the laundry yesterday. Your clothes were very dirty. And there were too many of these clothes. You probably didn't wash it much while you were in California. However, nothing surprising. Maintaining hygiene has always been difficult for an undisciplined boy like you. There are some clothes left in the closet in your room that cousin Melanie wore (she came to visit me last summer). You can really use these clothes.”

You timidly objected: “But these are women’s clothes!”

Aunt Martha winced and said, “Don't talk nonsense, Billy! This is unisex clothing. Boys can also wear these clothes. Please spare me your whims!”

You had **** but to agree.

You felt unusual in these small pinkish shorts. Women's white panties touched your skin. For some reason these touches made you feel a growing excitement.

However, you tried not to concentrate on these strange sensations.

The second half of the day passed for you in routine activities.

You didn’t notice how evening time came. You've played a little MMORPG on your smartphone.

Then you went to bed.

As you fell asleep in your bed, you wondered what awaited you in the coming days.