One Shots: (vol. 2):

ONE SHOTS: (vol. 2)

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As the door clicked shut and locked behind Ryan, 

he realized immediately the trouble he was in.

Now he had to choose, go outside the apartment building and try to get other clothes somehow, or wait for his girlfriend to come back to the apartment and find him dressed in her clothes.

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"OH MY GOD! You were right!"

"Hey, get off, let go of me!"

"Look, Allen is wearing a thong!"

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Going out for the girls track team seemed like a good idea at the time. 

Ben was way faster than all the other female athletes in his school. 

There was only the one problem he had overlooked, his new panty'd lifestyle rubbed him the wrong way."

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"This is so dumb." 

"Ya? Then why'd you put so much time and energy into it?"

"I just... uhh, didn't want to back down on a dare."

"I only dared you to put a dress on for the night, you did the rest."

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Danielle was furious. "I was gonna wear that tonight!" She screamed at her brother dressed in half of her Alice in Wonderland costume. 

"The party is in like 20 minutes, Matthew!"

"I thought you already left, I thought you were going as a police officer." Matt stammered.

"Why are you wearing my Halloween outfit!?!"

"Danielle, I'm so sorry, I'll take it off right now and you can go to your party."

"Wait, are those my panties too!"

"Don't tell anyone about this, please... Hey, what are you doing with those handcuffs?"

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Thomas felt shy and awkward.

"I thought I asked you not to watch." He said cutely.

"I know, I just wanted to make sure you were doing it right."

"Please don't look, I feel so silly."

"But you look adorable doing yoga in my underwear."

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The door to the laundry room rocketed open so fast that Peter couldn't even cover his pantied butt before his sister snapped a photo. He ran out of the room in pursuit. 

He had to get the camera before she uploaded that picture to the internet. But as soon as Peter set foot in the hallway, six of his sister's little friends were standing, waiting, camera's raised.

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"Hey, Erica, it's Danielle, I just had an idea, 

let's have the party at my house instead." Danielle said. 

"Ya, does that sound good? Okay. Let everyone know." After she hung up the phone, she winked at Matthew and closed the door behind her.

THE END.

The Cheerleader (Part II):

What happened next was all a blur to Brandon.

They were on him like a wolves to prey. There he was, a boy dressed in only a cheerleading skirt and bright pink panties. He was spoils from the victory. Trapped and afraid, wearing the enemies colors.

The OHS cheerleaders began to strip him right there in the middle of the gym.

Brandon was so tired of being tortured that he just gave up and let them dress him without a fight.

Terrified, he pulled on the light blue panties they threw in his face. Next, they tore off the black and orange outfit. One of the girls pulled at his hair which was tight on his head.

Brandon's head yanked backwards with the force before one of the girls kneed him in the stomach.

He fell to the ground.
This was much worse than the last group of girls.
They were violent with him and he began to cry in fear.

He balled up on the floor and the girls pulled and clawed at him, one girl even put a finger up his butt.
He was so scared that he peed his panties.

When the cheerleaders saw Brandon shaking in humiliation and terror, crying, wetting his panties, they let go of him.

One of the girls stepped forward. "Get up sissy." She said.

Brandon stood trembling, he pulled the light blue panties up and wiped the tears from his cheek.

"Put it on." The same girl demanded, tossing Brandon one of the blue OHS cheerleader outfits.

He, of course, did as he was told and then he was marched into a room behind the gym.
There were many mats and pads in this room and it was obvious that it was where the squad did they practices.

On the wall, Brandon noticed a sign, that read: CHEER TRYOUTS.

The leader of the cheerleaders watched him eyeing the sign. "What are you looking at sissy?" Brandon's eyes re-focused on his captors. "Do you want to join the cheerleading squad?"

Brandon didn't say anything.

"Well!?!" She screeched and grabbed his hair.

"Y-yes, please." Brandon whimpered.

"Good."

Over the course of the night the girls, made Brandon perform all sorts of cheers and tumbles on the mats, when he felt tired they would hit him and when he messed up a routine, they would spank him.

He kept crying and the girls just laughed and made him roll over to spank him or put something up his butt.

Occasionally he screamed in terror but this didn't faze the cheerleaders, in fact, it just encouraged them.


Awhile later, many on the girls had left and there were only a few that remained to continue punishing
the poor little boy caught by the horrible squad.

Finally, the leader decided it was time to go get some sleep. They had another game tomorrow and she wanted everyone to have enough rest, even Brandon.

And just as quickly as they had come upon him, they left him.

The girls just got up and walked away. Out the door, one by one without another word.

Brandon pulled his panties back up over his butt and lay still on his stomach where they had left him.

He was so exhausted that he fell asleep right there.

The next morning, Brandon woke with a startle and realized where he was immediately. He smelled badly of sweat and urine.

He ran for the door. Locked.

He was stuck in the cheerleader's practice room.

Finally, later in the afternoon, the girls came back.
They took him down to the field where the game was about to begin.

One of the girls pointed to the area where they had put their bags down. "You should go change your underwear at least." She said with a frown.

Brandon walked over to the bags and pulled out a new pair of panties from one of the bags.

He walked over to the restrooms and was considering making a run for it when he realized that the entire cheer squad was watching and giggling.

Brandon went into the girl's bathroom to change his panties.

Then when he came out a few of the girls were waiting for him and they ushered him to the sidelines.

This was a big game with a big crowd.
There was no where to run now, so he fell in line with the rest of the girls.

Maybe some of that practice from last night would come in handy.
The buzzer rang, it was time for the halftime show.

THE END.

The Cheerleader (Part I):

Brandon had been walking through the gym after school. He was late and didn't want to miss his bus so he decided to take a short cut through the girl's locker room which had a backdoor that led directly to the bus loop. As soon as he opened the door however, he knew he had made a mistake.

A group of girls were changing and chatting.

"This is such a big game." One of them said.

"Ya, I can't believe Lindsey is gonna miss it." Came another voice.

Then, just as Brandon saw the girls and turned immediately to leave, one of them shrieked.

"Ahhh! There's a boy in here!"

"I'm sorry. I thought no one would be in here." Brandon apologized still backing up towards the door.

"Get him!" a girl without a shirt on yelled.

In a flash four girls grabbed Brandon and dragged him into the center of the locker room.

"Well, well, well. It looks like we've caught ourselves a freshmen." A blonde girl said as she walked in front him, inspecting him. "Tie him up girls."

They did and Brandon was about to yell for help but one of the girls stuffed his mouth with a pair of panties she had been wearing that day.

The blonde came eye level with him, "My name is Lauren, I'm a senior and I'm the captain of the squad." She paused and Brandon didn't know what he was supposed to do so he nodded that he understood. "We're playing Olympia High School today and if we win, we'll be going to states." Brandon nodded again. "Now, one of the cheerleaders is out sick today..."

Brandon raised his eyebrows. He knew what she was about to suggest.

"So you're gonna be Lindsey for a day." She smiled and all the other girls laughed.

Why had he tried to cut through the locker room!?! He felt his heart pounding in his chest.

Girls moved on all sides of him, gathering make-up and pads to stuff in his bra.

Lauren told the rest of the girls to finish getting dressed and go get on the bus.

Then she and one other girl finished dressing Brandon. They took his gag out form his mouth and told him that as long as he didn't try to run or yell for help, they would untie him.

By this point, Brandon was terrified. He almost wet his pink polka-dotted panties, he was so scared. It had been so easy for the girls to overpower him. They were such a rowdy group that he was even worried for his physical safety. Brandon told himself to be calm and do whatever they told him to.

They led him to the bus that waited outside. It was an away game and OHS was on the other side of town.

Brandon climbed the steps of the bus slowly. When he got inside almost every girl was anxiously waiting to see how he looked.

"He's so precious!" 

"Can we keep him?" The girls cackled.

He sat down quickly in an empty seat and tried not to listen to the teasing.

"Lindsey," Lauren was addressing Brandon. He realized she was talking to him and looked up at her. "Lindsey, you need to sit in the back, the girl's aren't done with you yet."

"Okay" He said.

"Oh, and Linsey, close your legs sweetheart, we can all see right up your skirt."

Brandon's cheeks flushed and he got up and moved to the back of the bus.

The girls flocked around him as the bus took off.

They slapped his butt when he tried to walk the aisle to the last seat in the row. The bus was shaking and bouncing so much that he fell more than once.

"This was such a good idea!" One girl beamed with laughter when Brandon's panties shown to all the girls after a fall.

Another cheerleader said, "Yes, we should all thank Lauren for another successful moral booster!"

"Well, if you all like him so much, maybe we'll have to keep him as a good luck charm." Lauren agreed.

With that, all the girls cheered with excitement at the idea of having Brandon around for every game.

 They all patted Lauren on the back and even kissed her on the cheek for letting them keep him.

Then the attentioned turned back to Brandon and one of the girls chirped up, "Show us you're panties again!"

"Ya!" Came another.

Then slowly but surely a chant arose amongst the girls, "PANTIES! PANTIES! PANTIES!"

When Brandon refused two girls moved towards him threateningly. He tried to make a quick dash towards the front of the bus. 

There was no use, one of the girls grabbed his waist while another reached down the back of his skirt and gave him a big wedgie.

It hurt so bad that he crumpled to the floor. His panties still stretched high to the middle of his back.

Eventually, they made it to the game.

He sat on the end of the bench and hoped no one in the crowd would notice him.

To his surprise, Lauren didn't make him cheer. In fact all the girls became very serious and it seemed as though they had forgotten him once the game began.

He watched, humiliated as the game went on. His school lost by a lot and there was a sad vibe among the girls as they all headed back to the bus.

By now the opposing team was in celebration. 

Lauren gathered the squad around and gave them a pep talk. Finishing it with a joke, "And at least we got this out of this season." Pointing at Brandon.

"Does anyone have a camera?" A girl asked. "I want to get a picture with him."

Multiple cameras emerged and different groups of pictures were taken and some with just Brandon alone.

As the girls finished and the cameras slowly got put away, Lauren began to speak again. "But unfortunately it seems, our little mascot was actually more of a bad luck charm than a good luck charm."

The girls agreed and Brandon got a sinking feeling of impeding danger.

"So," She said, now looking directly at him, "We're gonna have to leave you here."

"No, no. Please don't. Don't do that." Brandon pleaded and wedged himself between two seats as firmly as he could.

The cheerleaders closest to him pulled him by the arms and more came in the following seconds to grab his legs.

It wasn't much effort with that many girls.

They carried him kicking and screaming off the bus and towards the school.

Inside the gym, the girls placed him down roughly and ran off, slamming the door behind them.

He stood up slowly. Trying to take in his surroundings in the dark.

The gym was big and the Olympia blue banners hung all around the room.

It felt good to finally be out of site. He knew he'd have to walk home, but at least the cheerleaders were gone.

He walked toward the big double doors at the back of the gymnasium. 

But just as he was walking past center court, the lights snapped on and he heard the voices of the OHS girl's coming in from their victory...

THE END.

The Auburn Wig:

"Let me get this straight, you want me to put that wig on and dress up for you?" Ian asked.

Katie giggled, "Well, technically, I guess. But it's more than that."

"Ya, I heard the first part of it, I just wanted to get the logistics down."

"And?"

"So the deal is, whatever I wear for you, you'll wear for me later?"

"Yup!"

"I dunno. How long do I have to wear it? And what if..." But Katie was already walking towards her make-up drawer.

Ian sat on the edge of her bed with a puzzled look on his face.

"Come over here silly!" Katie lured him in.

"Nah, this is too much." Ian shook his head.

"Don't be such a baby, my sister said her fiance does stuff like this for her all the time."

"Well, we're not exactly getting married."

"I know, I just thought it'd be fun."

"No, I'm serious, let's go do something else Kit-Kat." He tried to sound calm and not as weirded-out as he felt.

"Ian," She stopped what she was doing and looked at him plainly, "If you don't do this, I won't go to prom with you."

Ian's eyebrows raised. Why was she so adamant about this strange game? He thought for a moment to himself before replying, "Whatever, I didn't want to go anyways. Why do they even have it for college students? Isn't prom only in high school?"

Katie quickly thought up a new plan. She began to take off her clothes. "Come on, take off your shirt."

Ian still sat motionless but he had to admit his interest in her experiment began to build, the more clothes she took off.

She walked across the room to him and took his arm. Pulling him from off the bed she unbuttoned his jeans.

Ian was getting excited. He helped her with his pants and threw off his shirt in a hurry.

Standing in front of her in his underwear he was ready to start fooling around.

"Take those off too." Katie said sternly, motioning to his boxers.

Now he was completely naked and he took a step towards her.

"Wait." She stopped him. "You need to shave first."

Ian was frustrated but she had already gotten him hot so he went into the bathroom.

After he finished shaving his face Katie looked him over and came up close to him. Her body wrapped around him and she whispered into his ear, "I want you to shave everything."

Ian thought it was a ridiculous request but maybe he could slip past her suggestive dress-up game if he did this for her instead. And so he did.

But when he finished, Katie just told him to close his eyes.

Again, he did as he was told. The prolonging was making him all the more excited.

Suddenly he felt something on his lips. At first he thought she was about to kiss him but soon realized it was something much much different.

Katie was applying pink lip gloss to Ian's lips.

Ian's eyes opened but instead of protesting, he just let her do it.

When she had applied it, she taught him how to pucker his mouth so the lip gloss would spread evenly.

He knew what was next. But he thought if he could just get through her games quickly then she would do something for him.

Katie placed the auburn wig gently on his head and pulled it tightly down.

"How cute!" She squealed.

"Let's just get this over with." Ian said, beginning to feel the first stage of complete humiliation.

Katie continued on with his make-up. And Ian sat very still for her. 

"Ugghh!" Katie exhaled, "You're gonna be the cutest girl ever!"

Ian felt butterflies in his stomach.

"Okay, all done! Let's go pick out some panties for you!"

And they did just that. Katie made Ian pick out his own pair. At first he kept saying "I don't care, you pick them..." But seeing as how that just wasn't going to cut it, he picked out a pair of LOVE PINK graffitied white cotton panties.

As he was slipping into them, he had a sudden shock and looked up at Katie with alarm and panic in his face. "What time does Melissa get home!?!"

"Oh, don't worry about her, she's gone for the next few days."

"Are you absolutely certain." Ian asked seriously.

"Ya, she's like the best roommate ever, she's never here and when she is here, all she does is clean." Katie reassured him.

"Here." Katie handed him a plaid micro-skirt.

He put it on quickly. Next, she gave him a pair of fish-net stalkings. He put them on a little bit slower and much more skepticly.

She gave him a shirt and some heels and began to get dressed herself.

Ian looked back over his shoulder at Katie after adjusting his clothes to fit more comfortably. She had a large grin on her face. 

"What are you laughing at?" Ian snapped.

Katie didn't respond. She just kept on grinning, which made Ian mad.

"Seriously, cut it out. And why'd you put you're clothes back on? I thought we were gonna..."

Before he could finish, Katie spoke up, "Ya. We are, I'm gonna go get us some dinner first though."

"What!?!" Ian barked, "And I'm just supposed to sit her dressed like this till you get back!?!"

"Or..." Katie said with a twinkle in her eye.

"No way. No way. There is absolutely no way I'm going outside like this."

"Suit yourself. I'll be back in a little bit."

With that, Katie grabbed the keys off the coffee table and went out of the living room, down the hallway and out the front door.

Ian was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that after dressing up for Katie she didn't do anything for him. He began to get very angry. Then he calmed himself down and reassured himself that they would fool around when she got back.

And so there he was. Painted up, shaved, and dressed like a girl alone in Katie's apartment.

Time went by slowly and he began to get very bored. What was taking her so long?

He went back into Katie's room and opened her closet. He took off the white tank-top he was wearing and decided to switch it out for another that he found. It looked like this was the top that matched the skirt anyways, he thought.

Another 10 minutes went by and he finally heard the keys turn in the front door.

Ian left Katie's room in a hurry and walked through the living room quickly. He almost fell because of the heels. "What took you so long?" He called out to her.

There was no reply but he heard the door close and the sound of Katie carrying in grocery bags.

"I decided to trade out that white top for this one." Ian told her as he began rounding the corner into the hallway. "What do you think...?"

As he turned to show Katie the outfit, he made what would become one of the most terrifying discoveries of his life. Melissa was standing by the front door with her mouth wide open.

Ian stopped dead in his tracks.

"Ian?" She managed to ask after a long and awkward silence. "Is that you?"

"Uh. Hi, Melissa." Ian responded as he fiddled with his skirt.

"What... What are you doing? Is Katie here?"

"No she's... Well, I thought she went out to get dinner but it's been like an hour and..."

Melissa cut him off. "Why are you dressed like a slut?"

Ian felt the butterflies again. He had nothing else to say.

Melissa saw how pathetic he looked. He was so shy and adorable standing there caught by her. She noticed that he kept trying to pull down his tiny skirt so she couldn't see his panties.

"Well, you do look kinda cute." She said.

Ian's face brightened up. 

"Really?" he asked sheepishly.

"Ya, I mean, it's a little trashy but you kinda pull it off."

"Can I uh, help you with those bags?"

"Oh, don't worry about them, I wouldn't want a sissy like yourself to break a nail or something." She teased him.

Ian moved out of Melissa's way as she entered the living room. He stayed for a moment and took a deep breath. Trying to collect himself and salvage what little dignity he had left.

Melissa called to him from the kitchen. "Are you sure she went out for food?"

"Ya, that's what she said."

"That's so weird because we just talked a few hours ago and she told me to grab some food on my way home for the party."

"Par-party!?! What party?" Ian tried not to sound shocked.

"Oh, you didn't know? I just figured thats why you were dressed like that."

Ian came into the kitchen. "What do you mean?"

"Ya, it's Katie's sister's bachelorette party here tonight."

Things became soberingly clearer for Ian in that moment.

He turned and rushed into Katie's room. Careful not to trip from the high heels again. He lunged for his jeans. But in the same instant heard a knock at the front door.

Melissa yelled to Ian, "I think the girls are here. You might want to put something more silly on. They'll get a huge kick out of it."

Ian was frozen. He listened to the door open and the sound of at least a dozen women pouring into the living room. He didn't know what to do.

Soon, Melissa stuck her head in. "Everything alright in here?" She asked as if he shouldn't have a care in the world. "I've got this great black lingerie set you should wear tonight. Everyone will love it!"

An hour later Katie finally came home. She walked into the living room in a huff where all the girls were chatting. "Sorry I'm late, I had to pick up the cake and there was this crazy line."

She put the cake down on the coffee table and her eyes scanned to Ian sitting on the couch. He was burning a hole in her with his bitter glare. "Oh, how precious!"

Katie's sister spoke to her from the chatter, "Ya! He was so great, we made him give lap dances and all. What a doll! It's all too funny!"

The other girls laughed in agreement and Katie sat down and joined the party.

The only one not laughing was Ian.

The night went on and the girls made Ian dance and preform for them. They slapped his butt and made him pose for pictures.

It was the most humiliating night of Ian's life. 

That was until prom night...

"Please don't make me go inside dressed like this."

THE END.

One Shots: (vol. 1):

ONE SHOTS: (vol. 1)

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 Jonathan was so embarrassed that he just buried his face in the bed.

All the other girls were laughing and picking out more jewelry and clothes for him to wear.

Cindy was holding a necklace in her hands and asked aloud, 

"Hey, do you think this matches Jonathan's panties?"

One of the other girl's said, "I dunno, let us see them again."

Cindy pulled up the jean skirt Jonathan was wearing and exposed his panties to the entire room of giggling girls.

Then she went back to looking at the jewelry in her hands.

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"What are you gonna do with me?" Timmy quivered.

His hands and legs were tied and he had been stripped and sissified.

"Oh, that depends." Said a tall blonde girl.

She was standing in between two other girls he didn't know and thought he had never seen before.

"Are you gonna stop making those insulting comments about us?" One of the other girls asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what we're talking about!" Said the other girl harshly.

"I... I think there's been some sort of mix-up." Timmy tried to reason.

"So I take it you still haven't learned your lesson?" Said the blonde.

"That's too bad," The girl to the right said as she turned and retrieved something from across the room. "Because all we were looking for was a simple apology." 

She walked back toward Timmy holding a dildo and handed it to the girl in the middle.

"Hold him down girls."

"No, please! I'm sorry. I'm sorry for whatever you think I did." Timmy begged.

"It's too late," said the blonde. "And what a cute little butt you have."

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If Derek had known that every-time he got up the girls sitting next to him could see his manhood showing through his swimsuit, he might have got up to use the ladies' room less often.

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She was Matt's first girlfriend. How was he to know that when a girl asks to dress you up in her clothes, it's probably a trick. But you couldn't blame him for his enthusiasm. He was too young and she had been too pretty to argue with. Now he was locked out on her back porch and the realization of the situation was setting in. Matt could now see her calling her friends over from the window in the kitchen.

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Every night, Michelle made Ryan sleep in the panties she had worn that day. Once, a while ago, he had made some comment about how she never slept naked when he slept over. Well, he had nothing to complain about anymore. Except maybe that sometimes the panties were really dirty from a full days use.

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Jay heard the front door open.

"Jason? We're home early. Did you eat?" Came the voice of him mom.

"Ashley did great, she even had a solo!" Said his father.

They began to walk towards the pool room.

He held his breathe and closed is eyes, as if he could become invisible.

But even if he could have disappeared, 

Ashley would notice her bikini was missing when she went upstairs.

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After a long night of party hopping, Kyle was so tired he couldn't even take off his jeans and leggings before he fell asleep in the closet.

Little did he know but this was a very bad idea.

His sister was pulling into the driveway and she had 4 friends with her.

THE END.

Go Get Your Own:

Zach pulled the pink polka dotted panties on very slowly.

He loved the way they felt while putting them on so he made sure to take his time.

He was laying on his sisters bed wearing nothing but the panties he had taken from her drawer.

The lace tickled his leg as they went up his thighs.

The plan was to wear them around the house all day. His sister, Angie and their parents were out shopping and taking pictures of wedding dresses. She was getting married in a month.

Zach knew he had all the time in the world.

He got to his knees, still on her bed and slowly brought the panties up and tightly around his butt.

They were his favorite pair of his sister's. He thought to himself that he was going to have to figure something out for when she moved in with her new husband.

He had been secretly wearing her underwear for years and soon she wouldn't live there anymore.

That wasn't any of his concern at the moment though.

Zach sprawled out on Angie's bed and felt the panties tight around his crotch.

He got up and moved away from the bed.

He thought for a moment about trying on a light summer dress but then decided he would prance around in just the panties for a little while.

He left the room and rounded the corner towards the stairs.

Suddenly a FLASH went off in his face!

He was startled and didn't know what was happening.

Zach quickly shielded his face from his sister's camera pointed directly at his sissy self.

Then another FLASH!

"Cut it out Angie!" Zach cried.

She didn't say anything at all. She just smiled and snapped another photo.

Zach turned to retreat into the bathroom.

"Don't even think about it Zachary." She said sternly.

He stood defeated and humiliated as she took a few more photos of him in his favorite pink panties.

She marched him back into her room and told him to get dressed.

Zach didn't need an explanation. He knew she meant get dressed in her clothes.

He tactfully picked out the most gender neutral outfit possible. Grabbing an old pair of sweatpants from the corner of the room.

Then he picked out a grey t-shirt.

When he was done putting the clothes on over her panties, Angie said, "Alright, let's go..."

"Where are you taking me?"

"To the mall of course!" Angie replied.

"What? No way!" Zach argued.

"Yes way, unless you want me to post these pictures to your Facebook right now!"

"Come on Ang, I was just playing around. Please don't make me go out like this."

"Get in the car, we're going shopping for panties for you."

They drove to the mall with little conversation, just Zach pleading every once in a while, "Please, I don't want to be seen like this." But Angie never said a word.

They parked the car and went inside.

Zach looked around every corner to see if anyone he knew was there.

To his surprise, no one seemed to notice him dressed in his sister's clothes.

They b-lined for the Victoria's Secret outlet and again Zach stopped and begged his sister.

"This is so embarrassing, don't make me go panty shopping, please please please..."

But by this point Angie was really starting to enjoy herself.

She grabbed Zach by the wrist and led him inside.

"Here hold this." she said and handed Zach her purse as she took a lacy blue thong and held it up to Zach.

He took the purse and pushed the thong away.

Then Angie motioned to the poster and asked, "Do you need any bra's while we're here Zach?"

She said this very loud but none of the other customers seemed to notice.

Zach gave her a mean look but knew the only way out of this was to do what his sister wanted. So he started looking around.

At one point Angie saw Zach fidgeting with the panties he was wearing and from across the store she called out to him while laughing.

"Maybe you need some that won't give you a wedgie!" she yelled.

Zach was so humiliated.

He tried to focus so he could shop then leave.

Soon, Angie came over with an iced coffee she had gotten from Star Bucks across the way from the lingerie store.

As she approached Zach from behind she was surprised to realize that he actually did kinda look like a girl.

He was inspecting a pair of white see-through panties and she smacked his butt when she got to him.

It startled Zach so much that he let out a high pitched squeal and everyone in the store turned to look at him.

Angie looked in his shopping bag and was surprised to see everything he had picked out.

"My, my. Aren't we the little shopaholic."

"Can we go now?"

"Sure, here." She handed him the coffee and grabbed her wallet out of the purse he was carrying. "I'll pay for these."

Zach's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yup. Sister's gotta take care of each other right?"

He didn't respond.

In the checkout line Zach was getting anxious. He thought for sure the clerk had figured him out and more importantly he was nervous someone from school would see him.

Angie paid and handed him the panties in a big pink shopping bag then walked out of the store.

 Zach began to follow her but as Angie left, Zach saw Nicole walk in.

Nicole was a girl from his 2nd period Science class. He sat behind her and they flirted often.

Zach almost dove to the ground to hide from her.

"No, no, no. Please don't let her see me." He whispered to himself over and over again.

Slowly and cautiously he snuck around displays avoiding Nicole.

Then he heard Angie yell from the front of the store. "Zach! Are you coming!?! We need to go pick out a dress for you if you're gonna be a bridesmaid!"

Nicole turned to look at who the woman was yelling at. And if it hadn't been for Angie calling him by name, she might not even have recognized him.

Zach moved for the exit but Nicole walked and blocked his path.

"Zach? Is that you? What are you doing buying panties?"

THE END.