"Is this good enough?" Trevor asked Davis.
Trevor's neighbor looked at him, then smiled. "Much better, honey." But then he frowned. "What's that?" he pointed downwards.
He looked down and saw that Davis was pointing at his underwear. Some of it was visible, poking out a little above the top of his jeans. "Those are my boxers."
"Boxers? And where exactly did you get those?" Davis asked, growing more stern.
"Uh, from the store? They're mine."
"Stop trying to hide the truth, Trevor. They belong to a boyfriend, don't they?"
"Wh-what?" Trevor asked, astonished. A boyfriend? What the hell was he talking about?
"Now get back in there and put on some proper panties. We'll talk about this later." He pushed Trevor back into the room and closed the door behind him.
Trevor was dumbfounded. What the hell was happening? Now Davis wanted him to wear female underpants too? This was ridiculous.
But he ended up doing what Davis wanted anyway. He figured that he could just take them off later, once he got back home.
He opened the drawer containing the bras and saw that the other side was filled with panties. He reached in and pulled out a pair of pink ones that matched the bra he put on earlier. As he did, he didn't notice as his age began to decrease, becoming 21 years old. But it wouldn't be stopping there. He held up the pink thong and looked at it. "Yeah. I think that would fit the color scheme of my bra just right," he said. At the back of his mind, though, he wondered why he cared whether it matched or not.
Trevor took off his shoes, his jeans, and then his boxers. He glanced down at his crotch as he slid the pink thong up his legs and noticed something strange. "Isn't my dick normally bigger than that?" he asked aloud, but quickly shook it off as he finished bringing his thong up to where it needed to be, around his hips. He smiled, loving the way the tiny fabric in the back went up his ass crack. Trevor blinked. Wait a minute, what?
He put his jeans and shoes back on, then headed out to the hall again. This must have been good enough for Davis. He had already humored him quite enough already.
