We shall see

You open the door to see your room mate on the couch with some news show on the TV. "Good morning, David!" You offer with a smile. "Well, good morning yourself!" He clicks the TV remote off. "Is your guest still here?" You ask. "No, she didn't stay. Got me all teased horny and apologized saying she's a lesbian and then left." David explained. "Such a pity." You answer. "Well, you win some & you lose some and it appears you won last night!" He probed. "Ah yeah, I guess." You down play. "C'mon man, you got laid didn't you?" You: "Uh huh." David: "Woohoo! High five!" Slap. David: "Hey Patrick, I'm going into the city to catch a ball game with the guys. Would you like to join us?" You: "Oh, Thank you for asking but I need to clean up and get some rest." David: Yeah, for sure. Hey, congratulations! Are you gonna see her some more?" You: "I think so." David: "Well, alright. See ya later. Don't wait up." You: "Write if you find work. Bye." With that, David is out and on his way, and you head into the bathroom and turn on the shower to warm up while you undress.

You set the small bag on the vanity saying this can wait until after my shower as you look at yourself in the mirror wearing those Frederick's of Hollywood crotchless panties. You think to yourself, "That's cute. Really just cute."

You shed the sex wear, kicking them in a roll into the corner as you step into the shower and carefully wash up as you might not want soap to get, well you know. Truth is, you don't know but you're not taking any chances. You finish up, turn off the water, grab your towel and begin to dry off when you decide to open the bag. "What's this? A panty liner! With a phone number written on it with a sharpie pen. How clever!"

You finish drying and on your way out of the bath room you place the panties in the little paper bag and you sit down on your bed to call the number when, "Ding Dong" the doorbell rings. "Oh, shit what now?" You scurry into your robe and go check it out. You see out the window an Amazon Prime truck begin to drive away so you open the door to find a package. You take it directly to the kitchen where you open it with the help of a large carving knife to cut the tape.

"Wow! already?" It's some of the panties Patty ordered using her 38 inch hip measurement. Your hip measurement isn't that different at 37 so you figure you can try them on. Into your bedroom you go.

When you get there, "Oh yeah" you are reminded. "I was calling the number on the panty liner." After a couple of rings, Tammy answered. "What took you so long?" She asks. "Well you know. Short chat with roomy on his way out for the day and then, well you remember my story and my ordering a female wardrobe for Patty. Well, some of the panties just arrived. "Don't do a thing. Just sit tight. I'm coming over for a fashion show! Don't you dare try anything on until I get there." Tammy demanded. "Say, by the way, why did you give me your number on a panty liner?" It was sort of a self answering question as you just now begin to feel some moisture down there. "I'll explain when I get there." She says. "Bye."