Your buddy spins them around in his fingers, examining every stitch. How did he even find those? You have half a mind to snatch them out of his hand, throw them into the trash where they belong, but the way he's looking at them is making you pause.
They're your old panties. Panties you forgot in the back of your underwear drawer. Panties so small and lacy they must not have joined the others when you were cleaning the last dregs of femininity out of your wardrobe. The lace is split in places. There are tiny holes along the waistband where the seam is starting to give way. The gusset is stained on the inside. On the outside, the fabric is worn in the crotch, almost completely worn through. And the way he's looking at them... The last time his eyes were like that, you were looking at power tools.
He looks your way, and his gaze is searing. "Bet you'd look good in them."
"Those? Are you... Why... It's..." You're a man. You've been one for years.
"You'd look handsome," he says. "And if I'm wrong, I'll make sure you can never wear them again."
They don't fit. Your thighs strain the leg holes and the waistband digs into your skin. You're sure you'll have a flowery ring around your torso when this is over. The back side is wedged between your cheeks. It doesn't cover what it should. And yet...
Your reflection is somehow even more manly. It shows off how not feminine you look now. The lace clashes with the hair running down your chest. Your buddy's growing bulge seems to agree.
His fingers slip between your legs, finding the curves under the fabric. His tongue darts between his lips. He undoes his jeans without warning.
"Look at the difference." He gestures between your panties and his gray boxers. "My dick's barely visible. Your hard on is almost breaking through the fabric."
"Barely?" You can almost see the veins on his shaft.
He pinches the thinnest part of the worn patch, rubbing it until the weave snaps. There's a small hole directly over your tip. That wasn't what you'd meant. But now you can see your wet dick and folds, you don't want to correct him.
"Every man deserves easy access."
He pulls you towards him. You know in that moment that these panties will be shredded. You'll end up with a holey mess of fabric around your hips, something barely recognizable as clothes.
Maybe you should get some more so you can do this more often.
