She ignored them and turned to her other son. "All right, Mikey. Show me," she commanded, pointing to his normal underwear. "Pull those down for long enough that I can see them."
He pulled his underwear down for long enough that his mother could tell that whatever magic had been done to his genitals was no longer in effect. His mother, relieved, motioned him away and he pulled them up again. "Okay," she said. "You're okay. Mikey, tell me if you ever feel any side effects later on."
"Yes, Mom," said Mikey as he left the room.
"Now... what am I going to do with you, Jon?"
"Mom!" he yelled. "I don't know if you're going to ground me or something but I need to put those on again, take them off, and give them to you. If you don't want me wearing skirts and having babies."
"They're dirty," she replied. "I don't want you catching something. If you want to be grounded, you are, for the next three days. And no whining."
"I'm not going to catch something just because Mikey had them on for ten minutes. You're just saying that because you don't want to admit that for once, something I tell you I have to do is something I have to do. Mom, please give me those panties." Jon hoped that she would, because if she didn't, he was at a loss as to anything else he could say or do tho force her.
Finally she threw them at him. "Now give them back to me," she ordered.
"No, I have to put them on first."
"You told me that if you give them to someone you change back. You just made up the part about putting them on."
"I did not!" He walked out of the room, directly disobeying his mother, who yelled out that she would ground him for twice as long if she didn't return this instant. Ignoring her, he went into the bathroom, closed the door, put the panties on, and said "I wish that Mikey and Mom would forget about these and about whatever she said or did to me about them." Threats of being punished weren't much good if he was trying to do something that would let him wish the punishment away, after all.
He put the towel around his waist and returned to his room, exactly like before except this time he had the panties on. Nobody noticed them in the few seconds it took to get to his room, and he pushed the door shut. It felt great to have the panties on now that he did have them on. The crisis was over, but there was another one: he would have to go through any number of days as a girl below the waist--perhaps he might never be able to change back at all. How could he live like this? And how could he explain it to anyone?
