Trousers are coming off

"But... but... I don't know. I don't like the idea of being without my trousers." I responded, cheeks reddening. I looked to the door to make sure it was closed and then began unbuttoning my trousers. The eyes of all the women in the room began to wander downward. I began shimmying the trousers down, revealing my unfortunate choice of underwear. A pair of briefs that are usually tucked at the back of my underwear drawer, having missed laundry day I'd had **** this morning than to wear these old, shrunken-by-the-wash briefs.

I adjusted my shirt, a plain white long-sleeve button-up. Thankfully part of a set that I bought with a suit for a bargain a few years ago. I say thankfully because it's just that bit longer than it should be for me and now sits over my otherwise exposed briefs, covering my constricted package.

"Don't be shy, It's just us. Besides, you're showing less than you were at the pool party." Ellen said remembering the importance of eye contact.

"Well ok, but you've got to promise me you'll get it back from the cleaners in time for my four o'clock. Promise?"

"Sure, scouts honour."