“Dude you lost the bet you have to go through with it.”
“Please man, I’ll give you money instead. This is so stupid I’m not doing it, I’ll do anything else”
He gets shoved into the Victorias Secret, already sticking out like a sore thumb, from the fact that he’s well, male; and suiting some baggy jorts and a black polo shirt. You snicker as the employee comes to greet him but turns around immediately after making out his appearance. He’s red in the face and wiping sweat off his palms onto his jorts.
“Let’s just make this quick if you aren’t gonna let this go.” He says trying not to cry from the humiliation.
They both walk over to a display section that reads “PANTIES 4/$30” in bold pink lettering, underneath it is an explosion of panties, some frilly, some lacy, some with cute floral patterns. You look over at him and he’s shuddering, trying to avert his gaze from what he soon will be purchasing.
“Wow cheetah print… sexy..” you joke
“Not fucking funny dude.”
“Awww are you in a mood because you just can’t wait to put on your frilly little panties”
You watch him huff and storm off to the perfume section of the store, you take this as the opportunity to pick a pair out for him, you assumed he would probably pick something lame like a plain black pair anyways, and you wanted more fun than that. You continued to sort through them and a grin stretched across your face when you find the perfect pair.
They were baby pink and had frilly white fabric tracing along all the edges, the pink fabric was patterned with cute little white polkadots, and the top center had a delicate little white bow to finish them off.
You have to stifle your laugh by biting your hand because you can’t stop imagining him wearing these adorable little panties, I mean, what a fucking faggot he’s gonna look like. You sneak over to the register and purchase them will he’s still having his little fit in the perfume section.
“Wait what do you mean, I have to pick a pair?”
“I took the liberty of choosing for you.”
he saw the gleam in your eye and the sneer grin on your face and knew he was fucked, he tried to insist he go back and choose his own, maybe a basic green brief? Or maybe a grey boyshort? But you knew you had chosen the cream of the crop and that was settled.
“Change of plans.” You make eye contact with him and stifle a giggle.
“Dude I’ve had enough of your fucking bullshit what is it.”
“Woahhh calm down tough guy, I just need to piss god”
You both enter the mall bathroom which is surprisingly empty, he goes off to his own stall and without him noticing you follow him and shove yourself into the same stall. He looks at you confused and starts bitching as you’re locking the door. You forcefully pull his jorts down and start removing his boxers to replace them with your recent purchase.
“DUDE NOT IN PUBLIC I CAN NOT RISK BEING SEEN IN THESE.” He whines but he’s too caught off guard to put up much of a fight.
You pull the panties up and give his cunt a light smack over them.
“Awe but you look so adorable in your new panties, such a cute little fag.”
He’s at a loss for words and starts stuttering and just making pleading noises, his cheeks look sun burnt and there’s tears steaming down them. You almost feel guilty for humiliating him so badly but then you notice something. Straining against the pink fabric is his little tcock.
“Are you fucking hard right now?”
He looks down at what’s happening in his panties and after a few seconds of him processing he immediately tries to pull up his jorts and deny his “problem”
You reach over and pull them back down, he obliges, you swipe your hand over his clothed dick and his voice cracks as he swears.
“So I guess you are a faggot.”
He looks up at you and you get a realization at how pretty the picture you painted really is. His eyes are glazed with tears and despair, his jorts are around his knees, and there you can see his panties which look kind of ridiculous in comparison to his hairy body and masculine outfit; but to you he’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen, and the most pathetic.