An embarrassing wardrobe malfunction of course.

You woke bright and early just before your alarm would've gone off. You dismissed it early and hopped out of bed. You had a nice breakfast with your mother, still dressed in that beautiful blue robe, she lets it fall open a little at the table, teasing you with the faintest hint of nipple. After she left for work you completed your chores and received a text from Molly asking if you want to hang out. You text your mother for permission and she said it was ok so now you're headed to the usual cafe. You wore the red panties today. You now openly admit the feeling of constraint and the silky fabrics please you to no end, but you're still hiking your pants up trying desperately to prevent anyone seeing your little secret.

You wait patiently for Molly, once again you barely recognize her when she walks through the door. She's wearing extremely short and tight denim pants, more like a some kind of Canadian bikini than anything else. A tight red tube top barely contains even her modest bust and her hair is still cut short in a pixie cut but she's clearly had her natural red hair enhanced with some salon magic. On her feet she's wears a pair of red converse sneakers and her hands sport several rings. She's been expanding the holes in her ears and they now look wide enough to stick your thumb through. Her navel is pierced by a bright red jewel on a silver loop and her tattoos have expanded, completely covering her left arm along with some of her stomach. As she turns about looking for you, you spot some new ink on the back of her thighs as well as a new tramp stamp which makes you blush. It just says 'Anal Whore' in big black letters. She gives her usual cute wave and rushes over when she sees you. You see she's even gotten a couple little stars above one eye, disappearing beneath her hair line. Her tube top makes it clear she's not wearing a bra and you can see the outline of more piercings on her nipples. Her makeup is thick and vibrant with lips painted in crimson red hue that match her top. She throws her arms around you.

"Hey Quinn! How's your week going! Any problems after they released you?" Molly bombards you with questions in this fashion until you are **** to put your hands up in mock surrender.

"I've been feeling fine." You say, still looking up and down at her latest modifications. "Everytime I see you, you look different. What did your mom say about that tramp stamp?" You say, worried at the direction Chris's manipulations have taken for her. You've known Molly's mother as long as you've known her. Molly's dad, like your own, is also out of the picture, something which contributed heavily to how close you two became. Molly rolls her eyes at the mention of her mother in regards to her new look.

"Ugh! I'm growing and learning new things about myself. Ok? For one thing, I fucking love taking it up the ass, it fills me up so good." This time her eyes roll in an exaggerated display of lust. She shrugs before continuing. "It's my body, I'm proud of my results hitting up some of Chris's classes, and I can mark it up however I want. Mom wasn't happy about my new look, which I love by the way so who cares what she thinks?" You raise your hands once again, the last thing you want is to upset her or be judgemental of her.

Sissies aren't real men or women, I need to serve my betters. You think automatically to yourself as you blurt out.

"If this is what you want then I accept you Molly, you know I do." She takes your hand and smiles sweetly.

"Thanks Quinn, you're a great friend." She gives your hand a squeeze. "Anyway mom has chilled out a lot since I've turned her on to Chris's meditation series." Your heart stops for a moment as you realize the implications. Chris has gotten to Molly's mother as well. You briefly wonder how many of Chris's 'acquisitions' came about just to manage the fallout of taking others. Does he have police in his thrall as well?

He's so clever and strong. You think to yourself. There really is no resisting his will. Your conversation is interrupted as the waitress arrives and takes your order. You make some small talk until she returns and then sit, sipping your coffees. Suddenly the lid of your cup comes loose and your grip causes the hot beverage to quickly spill all over the table. You both slide away quickly to avoid the deluge.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." You say as you rush to grab some napkins off a nearby unoccupied table.

"That's alright!" Molly says as she puts her own drink down to help you. The two of you manage to clean the table of most of the mess. You look down and see some has spilled on the floor. Without hesitation you drop to your knees and bend over to wipe up the remainder of the spill with a fresh napkin. You freeze when you Molly giggle. You realize your shirt has hiked up a little and you think you can feel the bright red waistband of your frilly underwear poking over your pants as you sit practically on all fours. "I see I'm not the only one experimenting with a new fashion." You quickly scramble to your feet, hooking your fingers through your belt loops as you hurry to yank your pants back up.

"Umm... I..." You stammer trying to find words to explain. Molly giggles again and shushes you.

"It's alright Quinn! You accept me and I accept you. I told you, you can trust me with anything." You blush almost as red as the panties you're wearing but you're still genuinely touched by her words.

"Umm... Thanks. Molly. That means a lot." You reply quietly, not sure what else to say. She gives you another hug, pressing her breasts tightly against you. You return the embrace, feeling a little guilty getting horny in such a tender moment. Luckily despite the material rubbing against your cock and the feel of her soft tits against your chest you manage to avoid getting a hard on. Molly releases you and you both sit down, you order another coffee when the waitress comes over with a wet rag to finish off wiping the table. She returns with it and thanks you before telling you it's on the house for being so kind as to try to clean up. You drink your new beverage carefully, not wanting a repeat of the incident. Molly retrieves her own drink and sits across from you.

"Sooo? How do they feel?" She says, unable to stifle her curiosity. You blush again at her prying question.

"Umm... they feel... nice. They're soft. And kinda tight." You try to describe the feeling without resorting to lewdity.

"I bet they feel great on the head of your dick." Molly says, winking at you. You blush even deeper in reply, prompting her to giggle playfully at your expense. You feel a genuine wave of happiness at having made her laugh, despite your deep embarrassment. "I'm just kidding, seriously, do you like them? The red color is so hot, I dig what little I saw. They looked expensive."

"They... they probably were. Umm... mom gave them to me. W-when I told her I wanted to try them."

"Oh that's so sweet of her. I saw some lace. I bet they're really sexy if they came from her. Not to be weird but your mom is a frickin goddess." She giggles once more.

"Yeah, they're lacy. The texture is nice. I guess I do like them. They're not as boring." You answer honestly, hoping to repay her acceptance with transparency.

"Well if you like them then that's what matters right?"

"I suppose." You reply.

"Is this everyday now?" She prys further.

"Umm, yeah. Mommy thinks I shouldn't switch back. She made me get rid of all my old underwear." You say in a lowered voice.

"Well she just wants what's best for you, I'm sure."

"I know." You say quickly. "We're going shopping this weekend." Molly squeals with delight.

"Oh shit can I come? Pleeeeeeeeeeease?" She grabs your wrist with both hands as she bounces in her chair with excitement. You wish you hadn't old her now. You love spending time with Molly and your chores have certainly kept you from doing that as much as you'd like. But the idea of taking her along on you and your mother's shopping trip for new lingerie seems horrifying.

"I-I'll have to ask mommy." You say, trying to dodge the question for now.

"I'm sure she'll say yes! This is going to be so exciting! Ooo maybe you can try some stockings?! They feel amazing on my legs, I bet you'd love them! Oh my gosh I bet your butt looks so cute in those!" She leans in a little, lowering her voice. "I bet Edgar would think so too." You blush with renewed intensity.

"I-I don't know." You want to change the subject but Molly just continues gushing and brainstorming ideas for your shopping trip. You spend the rest of the afternoon with her, turning varying shades of red, but you're grateful for the time. You look at your phone and realize you have to head home or you won't be able to have dinner ready. You reluctantly say your goodbyes and Molly pulls you into another tight hug before reminding you to ask your mom if she can come with you on Saturday. You assure her you will and then head home.