Jon scoffed and picked what was the only reasonable option. Even though it didn’t seem to hide anything at least the lacy red thong wasn’t covered in the strange erotic slogans the others were.
In fact, the only thing of note, on closer inspection was a small tag sewn into the inside stating that the company that made it was 100% LGBT owned. Jon quickly spotted an additional tag on the garment and examined it. The tag proclaimed that it was "easier to clean" and "loved by our most active customers". Jon blushed at the obvious implications and wondered if the owner of this pair of panties was one of the "most active customers". Jon took a quick sniff, even though it had been just washed he could still pick up what must be female arousal. Jon quickly looked at the other options, second-guessing his decision before relenting. The pair in his hand was the least embarrassing pair.
Not that he had any time to second guess. He heard another pair of footsteps making their way up the stairs. He quickly pulled on the panties, which, even though they were women’s hung loosely on his frame. Not that he had any better options.
He turned around to where Karyn stood now dressed in the white button-up shirt and the sexy glasses, staring at the panties.
“I don’t think I can do this Jon. They hide nothing. At least the bra is covered by the shirt. But if someone looks up the skirt, they might get a different idea.” Karyn said, tears welling up in her eyes. Jon couldn’t help sympathizing with her. In fact, Jon couldn’t remember a time when he had ever seen Karyn in a skirt or a dress.
Jon’s eyes widened in revelation. “Hey, maybe some of the panties over here could… Oh. That’s perfect. Huh, don’t know how I missed that.” Jon remarked looking at a pair of panties that he could have sworn weren’t there a moment ago. They were a pair of navy boxer briefs cut in a feminine style. He would have swapped out his current pair for them if it wasn’t for him wanting to protect Karyn. Not to mention the footsteps that were quickly getting closer.
“Here,” Jon said, tossing the briefs wincing as his small breasts bounced uncomfortably against the inside of his shirt.
“But Jon, this is something a lesbian would wear. You know I’m not a lesbian. And I especially don’t want anyone to think that with how my parents are.”
“What would you want to wear one of those?” Jon replied in a frustrated tone. “That one doesn’t have the weird writing on it and it will cover up more.”
“Fine! Help me pull the dress on over my head while I pull on the briefs.” Karyn replied in a resigned tone.
John couldn’t help from blushing again as he pulled the dress over Karyn’s head as she pulled up the briefs and stepped into the heels. He was feeling a strange split feeling. Normally, he thought he would have been significantly more uncomfortable helping a girl pull on clothes. Or even be in a room with a naked girl. But now it felt familiar, as if he had done it before.
And once he had gotten it roughly on her, with Karyn adjusting the fine details he couldn’t help but feel a little warm. Which was the other half of the feeling. While he had girlfriends before and even managed to have sex a few times, he had never felt anything for Karyn. Maybe it was because they knew each other from elementary school, and she had always been a sister and a friend to him before anything else. But now…
The door slammed open, startling them both. Standing in the doorway was their archrival, Sarah. Jon and Karyn were barely able to keep in their giggles as they took in the sight. Sarah was wearing an incredibly skimpy Supergirl costume that didn’t even seem to fit right as it dug harshly into Sarah’s skin at the extremes of her curves.
“Oh fuck you too! I was going to be nice and close the door, let you get back to whatever depraved thing you were doing in here but now I don’t care! Get out!” Sarah demanded shoving them out into the hallway.
“Sarah… What are you wearing?” Karyn was finally able to choke out around their now audible giggling.
“Hey, someone told me this was a costume-only party. You would be denied admission unless you wore one. And I only wanted some cheap booze. My parent’s discovered that I had been dipping into the liquor cabinet and cut me off. And then the only thing I could find was this which I got for my boyfriend for when we would have s… You know what, I have no idea why I am telling you this. Get out of my sight!” Sarah finished sharply slamming the door in their faces.
“Well, that was something I could have never anticipated seeing.” Jon quipped.
“That’s for sure. Come on Jon, let's get to your room. Perhaps there is a change of clothes in there that are a little more reserved than what we got on.” Karyn said statedly looking up from her slutty teacher outfit to the Big Tiddy Goth Girlfriend shirt Jon wore small dents where his small b cup breasts lay.
“Ok, sure let’s go. Quickly! I hear someone on the stairs!” Jon replied. Yelping slightly as Karyn grabbed his hand pulling him along behind her.
Jon flushed again, looking away from where Karyn’s ass swung in the tight plaid dress. What was wrong with him. Why now of all times was he developing feelings for his long-time best friend. And he could have sworn that Karyn’s dress was a little looser just a minute ago in the laundry room but now…
Jon yelped again as Karyn swung the door open shoving Jon into his bedroom as she followed soon after closing the door behind her locking it.
They both sighed as moments later they hear footsteps pass the door. Embarrassment averted. Well, Sarah saw them in their out-of-character outfits, but she had bigger problems at the moment. And bigger problems Jon and Karyn now had as they took in Jon’s room.
Something wasn’t right.
When did Jon get a makeup table?
