"Can I leave now?" Randy asked Ellen.
"I think so ... wait a minute."
"What?"
She looked down at his pants. "Those are boys' pants."
"So?"
"Take them off."
"Excuse me?"
"Randy, I'm serious. Take them off."
He grunted, then did as she asked. "What's your problem with my pants?"
"Well, first of all, they make you look like ... what the hell are those?" she asked, pointing at Randy's underwear.
"Boxers. You have a problem with those too?" Randy just couldn't believe this girl. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she making him jump through all of these hoops? I barely even know her, he thought. Or did he? That last thought felt a little odd, for some reason.
"Do I have a problem with you wearing boxers?" Ellen asked. "What kind of stupid question is that? Take them off."
"Here? Right now?"
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before," Ellen said.
"Excuse me?" This girl was definitely messed up. He had had sex with a lot of girls, but this girl was definitely not one of them. Exactly when did she see him naked?
"Take them off."
"Fine," he said. He pulled them down, exposing his impressively-large penis. But oddly, Ellen didn't even flinch. Usually, girls were either in awe by it or disgusted by it (depending on what type of girl they were), but this girl just turned away towards the dresser, opening one of the drawers, as if his cock wasn't even there.
She turned back around, holding a white lace thong.
"And what exactly am I supposed to do with that?" he asked.
"Wear it, of course. Hey, it's your underwear."
His underwear? Was she joking? On the other hand, this was his room, so maybe ... He stopped. His room? Why would he think that?
"Come on, Randy. Don't you want to rejoin the party?" Ellen asked.
"Fine," he said, bitterly, grabbing the panties from her. Like the bra, the thong was made to look sexy. He just couldn't believe he was doing this, but if it gave him a way to get away from Ellen, then so be it. He could always take it off later.
He pulled the panties up his legs, then all the way up around his hips. Were his hips that wide before? He smiled suddenly, liking the feel of the tiny fabric in the back as it went up his ass crack. Wait a minute, what?
Randy grabbed for his pants, but Ellen stopped him.
"What is it now?" he asked.
"You can't wear those. Those are for a guy."
"So?" Randy was a guy.
Ellen shook her head, annoyed by Randy's stubbornness. "You need something like this," she said, walking to the closet and pulling something out.
