She spotted your panties

As if sensing something off, she lowered her gaze slightly. Her eyes narrowed as she examined your outfit—specifically your white shorts. You followed her gaze and realized too late what had caught her attention.

“Didn’t I tell you before,” she began, her voice firm yet quiet, “if you’re wearing dark panties, you shouldn’t wear white shorts? You’re basically telling the world that my son is wearing panties.”

The bluntness of her words hit you like a wave, and embarrassment flushed through your entire body. You hadn’t even thought about the dark purple panties showing through the thin white fabric. A cold sweat formed at the back of your neck.

“I’m sorry, Mum,” you mumbled, lowering your head. You couldn’t meet her eyes, not now.

She sighed, glancing around as if to ensure no one overheard the conversation. “I’m with a client right now,” she said, her tone still stern, though her voice stayed low. “I’ll deal with this later when I get home.”

You nodded, unsure of what else to say. “Okay,” you whispered, feeling small.

Without another word, she turned her attention back to the show, her face once again a mask of professionalism. You stood there for a moment longer, unsure of what to do, before quietly stepping away.