A new look

I kicked my towel to the side and closed the door behind me, releasing a won’t up sigh. I just knew when our parents went away that life would suck, but I had no idea it would be quite this much. Steph had me by the balls with all the dirt she had on me now, not to mention she literally had the key to my manhood somewhere, and now she was even dressing me…again. Last time she had me wear sweatpants with an embarrassing phrase in the back, and what will she have this time?

Part of me wanted to tell her to fuck off and just go to the laundry room anyway and get my stuff, whether dirty or clean, but what if she told our parents everything that had happened? No doubt they would believe her, they always did. On top of that, she didn’t even have to go that far, by doing nothing and just leaving me locked up, I’d lose my marbles, it hadn’t even been that long and I already felt my balls ache from lack of release.

Even worse, in a moment of weakness, I had asked her to continue fingering my ass to try and get an orgasm, but she had said I wasn’t ready, whatever that meant. I wanted to be relieved things hadn’t gone further, but thinking about what her fingers did to me brought a shiver through my body. Did it make me gay that I liked that so much? No! Plenty of straight guys like it, I mean we have prostates right? It’s just biology! Then again…

Fuck it, rather than continuing to second guess everything that occurred, I resolved to push it aside and see what clothes dear Steph had given me. I held my breath as I unfurled the bundle and examined my outfit for the day.

I don’t know what I expected, but I do know I am not pleased with what I was given. On top was a light pink tank top that looked tight fitting and like it would not even make it to my belly button. Below that, was a pair of white short shorts that I wasn’t even confident would make it over my ass. Following that, even worse than the two other articles of clothing, was a pair of white panties with a bright pink bow on the front and white thigh high socks. There was no way in hell I could wear any of this! It was one thing wearing the sweatpants, at least those were close to normal, but wearing this? I may as well shout to the world that I liked men, which I don’t!

With an angry huff I pulled out my phone and texted Steph, not wanting to go over to her room again in just a towel since she’d probably just call me a perv again. “Steph what the hell is with the clothes you gave me?! There is no way I can wear this!”

Three bubbles popped up and quickly went away as I prayed for Steph’s mercy.