The Professional woman

When you see the woman exiting the bathroom you do a double take. At first there wasn’t much to look at, now you see it. She’s wearing a professional black blouse, a pair of black heels, glasses, and a pair of tight white pants. And just under those pants you can see the outline of a blue thong. You almost feel bad, she seemed somehow unaware like there was a lot on her mind. Yet you can’t stop staring. You gaze at her obvious camel-toe and blue thong as she struts across the food court, much to the dismay of your girlfriend.

“You done?”, Katie asks as you snap out of it.

“Yeah, Sorry”, you shake your head

“I bet you’d like if I wore that” she teases, motioning to the woman.

“N... No... I” you stammer

“It’s okay,” she giggles, “I’d like it if you wore that too”. You looked at her confused for a moment as you shifted in your seat. You couldn’t get comfortable, it felt like you were getting a wedgie... and were your pants always this tight? You shift again as you take a sip of your drink then look down to readjust. Your eyes widen. Instead of your tan pants, your legs were now clad in the stretchy white pants the woman had been wearing before. Under your pants you could see the outline of her thong, your junk pressed against it. A rush of embarrassment filled you as you looked around, and then at your girlfriend. She just chuckled.

“Change me back” you plead

“It’s not that big a deal” she assures, laughing and sipping on her drink

“Please” you beg

“Just give me a minute, I’ve got to finish my lunch”, she says. Finishing up a couple bites.