Jeff traipsed back to Jolene's room and was instantly overwhelmed by the pink.
But this time it was a very calming overwhelming. He felt like he belonged, like the colors really resonated with him somehow.
Tearing apart her drawers was an equally unusual endeavor.
They were filled with his clothes. His school uniforms, his streetwear, the clothes his grandparents got him that he never wore.
And Jolene's panties.
Gingerly, he decided he might as well start with undies. He nervously took a tiny pink scrap of cloth and carefully stepped his feet into the leg holes, before pulling them up and over his butt.
It was a completely foreign motion to anything he had ever put on, but he did it effortlessly, like he had always done. He even pulled them over his butt and snapped the seams on the front with his thumbs in one motion.
The panties sat snugly on his hips, and covered all of his butt. More importantly, they pressed tightly against his groin, and were cut so high on his legs that there was absolutely zero extra room in his crotch. He felt the seams of them sit perfectly around the lips that ran underneath him.
Standing and staring at himself in the mirror, he saw the exact same person he always had, with the notable exception of a bright pink pair of panties stretched neatly across his groin, and nothing but a smooth mound pushing against them.
"Hey squirt, what's your bet Danny can't figure out how to put a thong on." Jeff jumped at the sudden intrusion. Jolene appeared leaning on his doorframe, wearing boxers and a Hello Kitty t-shirt.
Turning and putting his hands on his hips, he stamped his foot and yelled.
"Get out! Im getting dressed!"
"Wow! Cute panties squirt, they look really great with your muscles and haircut." She chuckled and smirked at him. "Where's the fly? Or do you just pee sitting down now."
He was incensed. She knew the reason. She had no right to make fun of his panties like that.
He scrambled over to grab some uniform slacks, and frantically jumped into them, fastening them at the waist.
They were the same as the slacks he had always worn, with subtle differences. They were significantly tighter on the crotch, and there was no fly. She had been right, he no longer had need of either of those things.
Trying to take his mind off the way the front made his crotch look empty, he turned and looked at the back.
He wished he hadn't. The tightness of the fit and seams of his panties came together to create a very distinct panty line, and the low rise waistband left a flash of pink peeking out at his waist.
Going through his closet, he found some swimwear. A variety of multicolored one-piece body suits. He looked over himself and remembered his apparent tan line, tracing the contrasting tones up his abdomen and around his waist. Apparently he wore bodysuits now, though he didn't feel the particular need to cover his chest, due to a lack of anything up there.
He dejectedly accepted his situation, and throwing a shirt on, went to go see how everyone else was doing.
