Picking up your car

When I awake the next day my thoughts are filled with racing and Alex, I snap a quick Pic of my panty waistband and up, check that I made sure all the, send it before I can talk my self out of it and I go about starting my day.

*Ping

• good girl, love the bed head BTW

Blushing faintly, I go back to finish my morning ablutions, brushing my teeth I hear a soft knock on my front door, by the time I get there they are gone but I find the laundromat has delivered my clothes with a note from the women owner 'You two are such a cute couple but please keep the make out sessions out of my business :) '.

I read it and instantly turn crimson, 'man Ms.Lory didn't hold back. I had hoped she had somehow missed what happened, not sure how I expected that, Alex practically had me pinned' I look down to see my dick getting hard, straining to escape. I shake my head, I need to get my head in the game, change and head to the shop to help get my car ready, I didn't take a day off work to waste it getting horny over what that asshole did to me.

*Ping

As if summoned by thought, see I've got another text from Alex.

• Must be **** to send me selfies if your not even waiting to get 'decent',. May want to check you pics closer next time, unless you wanted me to see so much, I which case I wholeheartedly indorse sluttly you. See you soon princess.

'see so much? I don't know what he's talking about but it can't be anything good.' I check the picture I sent and to my horror notice two things, my panties full of spent cum from the last time I masterbated are in shot and while I managed to cover everything important with only the panty waistband showing from the from the angle I was taking the shot, in my morning daze I missed the mirror, you can see my morning wood pressing so hard against my pajamas that you can see the outline of my panties.

Horrified I don't know weather I should try to explain or if that would be even more embarrassing than letting him think I wanted him to see that.

I'm saved from thoughts by another text, this one from Miss C

*Ping

• Yo brat, I'm done, get over here so I can pass out.

I latch onto the distraction, and push everything else out of my mind.

A half hour later and I'm sitting back in my baby again with miss C in the passenger seat an hour after that and one break in jog around the outskirts of town later. I'm amazed at her work.

"Your a Miracle Worker Miss C."

"Yes I am, but I need to warn you, with the amount of power this thing puts out now I don't know if the transmission in here can handle it. Don't red line it for to long and you'll be fine, I suggest a tranny swap as your next step-"

"Ill spend the money right now, it's wor-"

"I'm sure you would, but I don't have the time or energy for that with the race this afternoon ya brat, it's a miracle I pulled off re-sleeving the engine block and putting a dual Turbo System on instead of your single, all in one night I might remind you, run it just below reline and you'll be fine, you'll blow Alex away I'm sure. "

I take the car home and get ready so I can head to the spot.

*Ping

• dont forget my mid day vid

'god damn it dude!' I pull my phone out and decide to just take a Pic and tell him to screw of, my half dressed self is hard to get a good 'clean' Pic of. But when I do I put my phone down, finish dressing the send the text off.

*send

• -Your such an ass, hope you enjoy it jerk-

For some reason it takes awhile to send but when it does I stare In horror.

I hit record instead of picture and it shows me coming out of my Bratty pose, setting down the phone, and then getting dressed on camera. I almost want to crawl into a hole and die.

A text comes in and I dread reading it

*Ping

• Holy shit that was hot, you would make a great stripper if you did that in reverse.

Blushing red I rush out of the house to the racing spot before I can talk my self into bailing entirely.

I'm one of the first ones there, I'm **** to win and turn the tables, but also distracted, the day before and what I just sent, sitting on my mind.

The race starts and I do well, keeping my distance and making sure he doesn't cut me off. The finish line is approaching fast, my eyes are locked on the end and the sweet victory I feel is coming.

The air is sucked out of my lungs WHEN I hear a SOUND and my car rolls to a dead stop, I realize he's crossed but by barley a hair I've lost, my car just barely not making it to the line. I was so focused I let myself creep up to the red and pinned it. I don't think he realizes what happened as he races off, clearly meaning to not stick around, which is unusual, I expected him to gloat. Our other friends come over to check on me, as the frustration builds and tears of anger and shame fill my eyes.

After calming down and assuring them in fine, we get my car pulled to the side so others can race, and I can wait for a tow truck to take me to miss C's.

She won't be there but I can leave the keys and a note for when she wakes up, I'll likely get an ear full when that happens.

I get home and there is a package waiting for me, I open it and it is everything Alex told me I would have to wear for the bet; bras, stockings, thigh high socks, garter belts. All in different styles and colors.

There was a note on it that read. 'Didn't want to give you the chance to use the excuse that you can't afford to buy all these for the bet. ' I stare at all the clothes I have to wear now as I think one thing 'Christ, fuck me'

*Send

• Hey ass what do you mean, incase I can't afford? I make good money now, I don't need you covering for like back in high school.

I am pissed off to all hell when he sends me a text,

*Ping

• I heard that tranny fall out. what did you do? money shift? and we both know you'll be paying to have it done, can't seem to get your hands dirty on your own car last I check. can't be cheap.

That's less upsetting but still some BS

*Send

• I can handle it, my car just couldn't handle me.

I try to joke it off but it would actually be a total pain to afford, and Miss C is going to wring my neck.

*Ping

• Sure, sure. Hey why don't we hangout this weekend, we've not done that for awhile, we basically just bet and race now. We used to be bros.

That's true, but he knows why, Its not like I'm the one that got all passive aggressive and ghosted him over a girl. Maybe its time to let that go? I tell him, sure I'm game.

He continues telling me where to meet him tomorrow night. He also wants to check that I'll following the rules. 'more like wants to see my ass again the perv, too focused on my ass, asshole'

I fall asleep, passing out in emotional exhaustion.

The next day I spend getting caught up on house chores. I wait for the afternoon then shower and go to dress for the first time in one of the bra, stockings, and garter belts he bought me.

Right after the shower I get a text from Miss C

• What did I tell you, you absolute brat! Why did I see your car in my shops parking lot on the way through town? and why could I tell the tranny was completely bricked from the stop light? there's a fucking hole in it! I'll get started on this come monday, but call me after work that so I can give you a damage report and a proper ear full.

Yep just about as bad as I feared...

I put those thoughts into the 'future me's problem' box in my head and go back to getting ready.

The bra and garter are fine, they were made to go under things so no one can see them. But the stockings, while also hidden, still feel weird against my smooth skin in a way more arousing than expected. It feels like the softness is crawling up my legs to my pantied cock. Like everything that makes me a guy is being rolled away and replaced with girly stuff, 'This work week is going to feel like an eternity' I feel weak and worthless but strangely turned on as I head out to the race spot.

When I pull up at the spot in my rental, Alex is leaning against his car, when I park he turns to look at me and I see his eyes travel up and down my body "Show me." I lift my shirt and drop my pants, I hear a soft "Wow." From him as I lower the shirt and pull the pants back up.

My cheeks burn as he continues. "How'd you like my little gift?" he says with a smile. "It was all the things you needed, I asked the cashier to help me pick ones that match your complexion, you are gonna look lovey this week." He says with a smirk as I hear the mocking tone in his voice.

"Is that the only reason why you had me come out here? I could have just sent a video unless you wanted to rub it in my face person-" I stop mid sentence as what he said fully hits me. I ask, "-How DID The Cashier Know My Complexion?" stressing each word, fearing the answer.

"Well not really, I wanted to hang out too, but that doesn't mean I can't admire how cute you look in those, so hop in and we'll go for a ride like we used to, before I made you jealous enough to buy your own, if you're ok with that?"

"Answer Me First!"

"Oh nothing too big, just showed her your pic," He sees me take a breath to start tearing into him. "Don't get to worked up, It didn't show anything important."

I calm down but my body temperature still rises at his words. I was hoping this wouldn't go past us anymore than it already had, but It could have been worse. I let that excuse slide, my mind a bit fuzzy as my dick keeps getting hard in these soft silks and lace. I'll have to get used to it, until the next race day at least.

"Your such an ass latly, but sure I'll go for a ride, but I want you to show me how you keep beating me, besides luck from the tranny blowing this last time, run the route full speed, best time. "

Finally got CHYOA to let me post this. Turns out it was my fault, I did not know that using an emoji to give the texts a more real feel would crash the upload. My bad guys.

On a side note, Chapters are posted early on my Patreon, Link in Bio. It also has the most recent updates for the game I'm working on. ♥