Wear the Panties..

Looking at the different ones. The black ones were the least girly. The pink, yellow, light purple, light pastel blue, bright pastel orange, multiples of each color, all shiny silk.

“Geez!” I was pissed off I didn’t remind her to get my duffle bag out of the trunk.

Black ones they were then.

I slowly slipped them on. The fitted like a tight glove. Cupping my balls and cock tightly with that damn string up my ass crack. My cock was hard, it couldn’t be helped. That soft silky fabric holding my junk so tightly, who wouldn’t get hard. It’s not like the loose fitting cotton, this was very different, way out of my comfort zone.

I had that half shirt on already. I looked in the full length mirror and noticed with my thin skinnny self I looked like a total fag cross dresser.

“Oh man this sucks” I said to myself as I looked in the mirror. The shirt was tight fitting and was loose a little bit across my chest. “yeesh”

Pants. Only thing was those leggings. Nothing covered me up. Not even a bathrobe to wear.

Sure as hell I can’t answer the door in just French cut panties and a half shirt, I gotta wear something on top of these.

So I wondered to myself. Faggot leggings or wear those damn girly dress’s