a conversation with your curse

You dropped your pants and yelled at your now possessed groin, "what the fuck was that?!"

"What?" The womans voice asked.

"If it was so important that I keep these stupid panties, why did you try to expose them to my parents?! If they caught them after I lied to keep them, they would have thought I was some cross dresser or something."

"And you don't want them to find out."

"Find out what?"

"That you're a crossdresser."

"I'M NOT A CROSSDRESSER!"

"Look at your legs and tell me what you're wearing"

"Because you **** them onto me!"

"Precisely," she calmly said, "a lady like myself demands a certain comfort if I'm stuck here."

"What does THAT mea-" a pit formed in your stomach, "you....you intend for me to keep wearing these..."

"Or others like them. So you might want to stock up. A lady like myself doesn't like to ride in a dirty carriage."