"Well, yeah, I wear thong panties a lot," Karyn explained. "It helps prevent panty lines. These are the same ones I dressed in this morning."
"That doesn't explain my thong," Jon persisted. "Where do you suppose it came from?"
"My cousin once wore a thong like that. When I thought about seeing guys in their underwear, it just popped into my mind. Turn around, wouldja?"
"Oh good grief," Jon explained, but then he did a slow spin anyway.
"Looking good. Let's go," Karyn encouraged.
"You expect me to go outside, and then to school, bare-assed?" Jon asked excitedly.
"If I can do it, so can you. And look; I'm the one in worse shape. Why did I pick today to go braless?"
Frantically, Jon looked around the room for something else he could wear. His dresser was gone, replaced by a tall, narrow set of drawers filled with nothing but thongs, g-strings, and posing briefs. There were no clothes at all in his closet; just old boxes and keepsakes gathering dust.
"Well, look at that," urged Karyn, looking out the window and across the street.
"What?"
"Sarah McMillan's going commando," said Karyn.
