"Put these on," she said,
then she handed me the knickers, which I drew up my thighs and smoothed around
my crotch. They were made of soft satin, with a lacy trim all around the hem,
and all I could think was how beautiful and sexy they looked and felt compared
to my usual pair of boxer shorts. I gazed back in the mirror, unable to take my
eyes away from them, and kind of liking how my tiny penis barely made the
slightest bulge in the crotch. In fact, I swear if any guy had seen me standing
there right then, he would never have even guessed for a second that I had a
secret surprise in my red satin panties.
"How do they feel?" asked
Jessica.
"They feel nice," I replied.
"And they suit you," she
said, then she laughed out loud.
"What's funny?" I asked.
"Oh, just something I've always
thought," she said. She was staring down at my sexy red knickers, a
mischievous smirk upon her lips.
"What have you always
thought?" I asked; and she wasn't afraid to tell me.
"That your cock was always much
more suited to frilly knickers than boxer shorts," she said, then she
seemed to grow more sure about what we were doing; more confident and in
control. "It's so little, after all," she said, "and that tiny
bulge looks just so cute. Yes, you suit red satin and all those lace frills.
This all makes perfect sense to me."