If Steve wasn't seeing it, he wouldn't believe it. Even so, he was having a hard time swallowing the image. Fuming, he'd made his way into the washroom, found an empty stall, and locked himself in. It only took a moment to drop his pants, something he'd done countless times before, but what he saw when he did was entirely new.
No longer were his genitals clad in the black boxer-briefs he had donned in the morning. Instead he found a pair of white cotton panties. Tight white cotton panties.
What was worse was that they looked familiar.
The panties he was wearing were the exact style that Kate wore when she dressed up for him in her schoolgirl outfit. He quickly stepped out of the offending garment and checked the label, confirming that, while the size had changed to fit him, the brand-name, even the same trashy website he'd ordered it from, was all the same.
Steve pulled up his pants, leaving the panties off, holding them in his right hand as he buckled himself up. Had he somehow put these on that morning? Had he somehow been confused? There was no way. Steve's memory was crystal clear, and he remembered distinctly putting on his boxer-briefs. He didn't even own a pair of panties!
Shoving the underwear in his pocket, Steve left the stall, exited the washroom, and returned to his office to try to take his mind off of what he had just found.
