a conversation with your parents

"John! Get out here...dressed appropriately!" You heard your father yell.

The light in the kitchen was off as both of your parents sat there contemplatively. You approached the table.

"Before you sit down..." your dad said before glancing at your waist, "you're not still wearing them?"

You let out a humiliated sigh before lifting up your shirt and pulling down the top of your pants to reveal the top of your boxers.

Your parents let out a sigh of relief, "wait. Not underneath them?"

You gave out a deeper humiliated sigh, folding over the rim of your boxers to reveal your bare hip.

"Okay...thank you son. Please, have a seat."

You sat down.

"So...John...whats going on?"

"Nothings going on, Dad. I just...I lost a bet at school. I has to wear that thing as a result. I wanted to take a shower after school, forgot to take a change of clothes into the bathroom, put them back on just to make it to my room. I was really tired, must have stubbed my toe or hit my head or something. Waited for the pain to go away and accidentally fell asleep. That's it."

"Thats it..." your father said, "what was the bet?"

"I bet my friend that Rachel Kowouski would say yes to being my date for the prom."

"And she..."

"She said no..."

"I'm sorry, John" your mother said.

"Thanks mom"

"And because she said no, you had to..."

"Wear that thing for the rest of the day."

You dad sat there thinking, "...your friends are weird..."

"I know."

"Dont make any more bets with your friends."

"I won't."

Your father looked at you suspiciously, "and where is it now?"

You gulped, remembering the order that your cock gave you, "whats that?"

"Where is it now?"

"Where is what?"

"That...thing you were wearing."

You feigned a laugh, "oh yeah, of course. How silly of me. I got rid of it"

"You got rid of it?"

"Yeah, I was so embarrassed that you saw me like that that I got rid of it!"

"So, if we went into your room we wouldn't find it?"

"No," you swallowed hard, "you wouldn't. B-b-because I threw it out."

Your father stood up from the table.

"Honey," your mother said, "we don't have to search his room, do we? What he says makes sense."

"I'm sorry, baby. But you didn't see him. I know this is ****, but I want to make sure that I'm not raising a pervert."

As you accompanied your parents to your bedroom, you thought back to your cock telling you to keep them. It specifically told you to slip them into your pillowcase.

You told it that you had better hiding spots, but it responded with that cruel excitement it punished you with before.

"Make sure nothing happens to them..." it warned you ominously.

You father walked into your room, checked your drawers, under your bed, between your mattress. Every place one would think to hide.

You felt your dick grow stiff suddenly as your pillow began to shift on the bed.

'What are you doing?!' You thought with dread as you watched a material slide towards the opening of the pillow case.

Covering your crotch, you went and laid down on your bed while your father checked the closet.

"Yeah, sorry...its been a while since I've cleaned out that thing." You said as you felt the panties sliding past your head pressing firmly down on the pillow, pushing through to the opening. No matter how hard your head down, the panties pressed forcefully through with an apparent desire to reveal themselves.

"Thats a matter for another day," your father said looking around.

You felt the satin on your face, meaning they finally escaped from the pillow case.

'Oh! For fucks sake!' You thought as you grabbed the panties and rolled out of bed, using one hand to hide your living erection, and the other to tuck the panties in your back pocket.

"Is everything alright, John?"

"Yeah, I just get antsy when people are in my room." You said feeling the panties extend from your back pocket to the rim of your pants, "a little more antsy, when people are searching my room" the panties slid into your pants, "and even more antsy when my room is being searched for panties i had to wear from a bet in some accusation of being, what, a crossdresser?" Your one had on pantie duty failed as they disappeared down the back of your pants, sliding into your boxers and unsewing themselves and resewing themselves together to equip themselves under your boxers. You blushed and but your bottom lip from the humiliation of this experience happening as you were talking to your parents, but hoped it would be interpreted as to what you accused your parents of thinking of you.

In a rare bit of luck for your day, that WAS how they interpreted it.

"...you're right....you're right. I'm sorry John." Your father said.

"Sorry, things didn't work out with that girl." Your mother said.

"No more bets with those friends," your dad said, "after this, you might need to get new friends..."

"You're probably right." You laughed, closing the door behind them as they left.

You leaned against the door and let out a sigh, before looking down and whisper-screaming "what the fuck?!"