Jon didn't know what was wrong with him. He wanted to fight it, to deny his mother the power of telling him what to wear, but each time he spoke up, it was as if the willpower poured out of him like water through a sieve, leaving him compliant. Not happy, but compliant.
His reflection stared back at him through the changing-room full-length mirror at his local mall's Victoria's Secret. He'd never been in this store before. Only in his teenage fantasies had he imagined being in the changing rooms. The fantasies, though, didn't look like this.
It had been going for over an hour. His mother, with access to some seemingly bottomless bank account, was going crazy buying him underwear. Each pair she found she opened the door to the room and handed him instructing him to try it on. The door was unlocked, of course, since his mother had ordered him to leave it that way. He wanted nothing more than to hide away, disappear, crawl under a rock. Instead, he found himself wearing lacy, revealing, sexy panties over and over.
Karyn was there. That made it worse. Usually she was a great moral support, and Jon could tell she was trying, but she really didn't understand what Jon was upset about.
"Ooooh!" Karyn would coo as Jon opened the door to show off the fit of a pair of baby blue tanga panties, "those look hot. Jon, if the girls at school knew you were wearing those under your jeans I bet you'd be a shoo-in for Homecoming King!"
Then came the bras.
"Well, they are a matching pair," his mother had said when he complained, "it would be improper to go out without getting fully dressed! Don't be a baby and put it on!"
Of course he'd complied. Humiliated, his face beet red, Jon continued his fashion show, now with two articles of inappropriate underwear.
"Oooooh," Karyn cooed again, this time with a significant level of lust in her voice, "forget the other girls, now that I know you're wearing that under your clothes, I'll take you home to be my cumming king!"
Karyn's face turned red once she realized what she said, especially in front of Jon's mother.
"See Jon?" his mother said, admiring his new bra and panties, "even Karyn agrees that you look good in these clothes. You should trust me when I tell you how to dress! Obviously, I know best. Now, since we're at the mall already," she continued, "why don't we finish up here and do a little window shopping?"
