Karyn had sent Samantha home after he modelled his new clothes for her. The skirt and blouse were one thing, but he couldn't get used to the feeling of the ill-fitting panties. Each step he took either his penis would slip out one way or the other. He hoped the friction didn't cause him an erection; his shame would be great enough without that.
One thing he was glad for was that none of her shoes hadn't fit him. He plodded toward his home in his own sneakers, although he was wearing pink ankle socks to compliment them, but at least there were no heels on these. The shoes Karyn had made him attempt to wear would have been torture. He probably would have broken an ankle before he made it to his house.
Samantha sighed. Karyn was worth it for a friend, but he never knew she could be so wrathful. He guessed he had it coming, though. It was Samantha's own fault that to find himself in the predicament he was in.
Karyn hadn't been specific as to how long Samantha was to wear this girlie outfit. The three duffel bags full of frilly, pink and various revealing outfits told him that it was all the time. He didn't want to push his luck and end up back where he started. Samantha planned on getting home and unpacking, getting familiar with his new wardrobe before he had to wear it. Better to have no surprises, he told himself.
As he approached his house he began to wonder what he was going to tell his family. He just imagined his father's face as Samantha told him that what his new name was. His sister would mock him for his outfits. Humiliation would be the name of the game. That was probably what Karyn had intended, and Samantha knew that eventually he would win his friend back, but it didn't make it any easier.
Resolved to take whatever came, Samantha reached inside his purse, pulled out his house key and let himself in.
