Eventually, after more of the same, Benny finally got home. "Oh! I'm glad you're home!" Mom walked up to him, holding out a pair of plain white panties. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realized whose they were. She couldn't wear them anymore, he thought, looking at the obvious bulge in her pants. "I got these for you from Wal-Mart while you were out. Your boxers don't quite fit right anymore, do they?"
Benny had to agree there. But he didn't want to wear those. "Can't I keep wearing my boxers? I'm fine, I can handle it." Mom shook her head, "No. If you are becoming a true girl like we think, not just a boy with a vagina, then you'll have to get used to wearing panties anyway, and bras, eventually." He shuddered. "Fine..." Taking them out of her hands, he stripped right there and put them on, pulling his jeans back up. He had nothing to hide.
"They look good on you, Benny." He shrugged, blushing madly. "No, really. Come on, let's show your dad."
Benny looked up at her, shocked. Dad was going to see him in panties? She grabbed his hand and tugged him along, upstairs into the master bedroom where his dad was standing in a pair of lacy black panties that fit him perfectly. Dad covered himself with his hands as he saw Benny, blushing. "Karen! What the hell?!"
"See, Mark? He's wearing them too. Don't be so embarrassed." His dad softened up, moving his hands away. "Oh... yeah, Benny. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Dad smiled, and Benny had to suppress a snort. Bullshit.
