Strange

John felt like something was off, as if the world had changed somehow, or as if he forgot something important. He blew off this feeling, as he needed to get to school. He got dressed and went downstairs to eat breakfast with his mom and sister.

"Hey, look who's finally up." His mom joked.

"I thought I would have to go alone today. Hurry up and eat." Charlotte said.

"Yes, before it gets cold." His mother added.

John shrugged and sat down to dig into the plate of eggs, bacon, and hash browns. As he ate, his mother and sister made small talk, but the conversation took a turn he was not expecting.

"So John, I need you to gather your underwear so I can donate them to a better cause." His mother said.

"W-what?" The boy was taken aback.

"What, you said you wanted to get rid of your underwear, remember?" Charlotte said.

He had to think back, but he had a vague memory of saying something like that in jest. Buy he secretly wanted to do it, just to have an excuse to more easily expose his dick (but even better if it were smaller).

"O-oh yeah. I'll go get them." He said, rushing to his room.

He grabbed the underwear from his drawer and brought them out to the living room, where a box was on the couch labeled "donations". He flung them inside and was about to leave when his sister walked in.

"Hey bro, did you remember to remove the ones you're wearing?" She asked.

"Oh, I was gonna go to the bathroom to remove them..." he replied.

"Just do it here. You can stand behind the box." She said.

John thought it over and felt his dick twitch at the thought of being so exposed while being watched by someone. It didn't matter it was his sister, as his arousal at the prospect that someone might see his dick was too good to pass up. He quickly pushed his pants and underwear down and stepped out of them. He tossed the used pair into the pile and pulled his pants back up. Charlotte smirked as she closed the box and taped it shut. He now no longer owned ANY underwear. This day couldn't get weirder, right?