The first steps

The bus stop that you need to reach is quite close to Selene's emporium, but the short trek is both uncomfortable and unsettling. Your boxers feel rough, constantly chafing, and the friction is both turning you on and hurting you. As you near the bus stop, you see a well built man unloading heavy crates from an autotruck (the roboloader must have been damaged). You can't help but stare at him, your face and body growing warm.

God, he must have a huge cock...

The man notices your staring and gives you a friendly wave. You wave back, and turn away, blushing up a storm. You realize that your cock is hardening by the second.

What the hell is going on?

Confused, you make it to the bus stop, and hold your bag in front of you to hide your semi. When the shuttle arrives, you rush to find a seat away from other people, bag on lap. You quickly fall asleep, exhausted.

When you wake up, the mellow, tingly sensation has diminished. Your boxers feel much more comfortable now, and you don't feel constantly horny either. You can think much more clearly now, and you realize four things. First, playing along with Selene will be dangerous. Second, you and Neha had guessed correctly - Selene was very happy to hear of your separation. Third, this would be one of the most humiliating experiences of your life.

You disembark from the shuttle, which conveniently dropped you right outside the Spectacular! Mall in NearCity. A twenty story monstrosity of glass, steel, concrete, and grotesque materialism stood before you... you looked upon that mighty work, and despaired. You almost turned around and ran back to the shuttle, but you managed to hold your ground.

Do it for her.

This was for Neha - what was minor humiliation compared to her safety?

Gulping, you enter the mall, ambling around, looking for a good store to go to (one that wasn't too crowded). Your heart starts beating faster, and a creeping sense fo embarrassment starts swirling in your gut as well, but the worst of it is that you're getting slightly aroused by it. Finally, you find a store that's not too crowded - a female apparel store. You enter it, and start looking around, until you find the underwear section. You stare at the underwear, until the salesgirl, a pretty, dishwater-blonde in her twenties walks up.

"Can I help you."

You blush furiously.

"I... I would like to buy some panties..." you stutter out.

A slow smirk spreads on her face. "Oh? Are those panties for your girlfriend? Sister."

Your humiliation increases, and incredibly, you start feeling aroused again. "No... they're... they're for... me."

The salesgirl smiles widely. "Oh, that's so sweet! I'd love to help you on your journey. Here... let's look at you."

She eyes you critically. "Hmm, you're quite fit... runner's legs, very nice. Let's see... for you... wait, do you have a big dick?"

More humiliation. "Not... huge. Average?"

Another sly smirk. "Alright, let's get you some bikini cuts. Go on, try one out." she says, handing you a pair of light purple (violet?) bikini cut panties, while shepherding you to the dressing room. Gulping, you drop your pants and boxers, and slowly slide the cotton panties up your legs. The fabric is soft, much softer than any boxers you've worn before, and it just feels genuinely good, in a way no underwear you've owned have before. At the same time, the fact that you're enjoying wearing panties sends a rush of arousal to your groin, and you feel yourself getting hard. Looks like the tape stimulator really works.

"Well?" you hear from outside. "How do they feel? How do they fit?"

"They feel... nice... they fit really well..." you say, heart pounding.

"Good!" she chirps. "I'll let you walk out wearing those... now come on out, and let me ring you up."

Blushing, you leave the dressing room, boxers in hand.

"What colors do you like?" the salesgirl - Amy, as it says on her badge - asks you.

"What?"

"What colors - for your panties?" she asks, loudly and clearly. "A white pair is a must, of course, and couple of pink ones. But what else? Do you like the blue stripes."

Suddenly feeling exhausted, you just nod. "Sure, that's fine."

"Great! So, the lilac you're wearing right now, a plain white, a pink pair, blue stripes, and pink stripes... sounds like a good set! They'll look fabulous on you!"

A couple of young women - very attractive, in fact - browsing near by hear this, and snicker at you. You blush again, and arousal once again surges through you.

Do it for her.

With that one thought, you stop the urge to drop everything and run out screaming.

"Ok, there we go!" you hear Amy's bubbly voice. "And, as a bonus, since you're so brave, I'll thrown in a little something extra for free... for when you need something really special for your man." she says, faux-conspiratorially, as she hands you two red, lacy thongs.

"I...I don't have a man. I'm not gay... I just..." you stammer.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, you're one of those. Don't worry, the minute you taste your first big, juicy, cock, your life will totally change, and you'll never look back! Oh, and let take those -" she says, plucking your boxers from your hands - "you won't need those anymore... " she chirps, throwing them in the trash. The pretty college girls (if that's what they are) are openly laughing at the spectacle. You burn with humiliation.

Do it for her.

You pay for the panties as quickly as you can, and shove your contraband into your backpack. You rush out of the store, humiliated, listening to the laughter behind you. The ride back to Arden is a blur, and you are desperately horny the whole way. It is late in the afternoon when you reach home, and you rush to your room and strip. To your dismay, the front of your panties is damp with precum. Aroused, humiliated, and confused, you masturbate desperately, and come so hard that a couple of splotches hits your chin.