Content Warning This branch will contain farts as well as references to scat, urine, and periods. read at your own risk.
Lace struggled to twist his head around to get a better look at the scrap of fabric newly sewn into the back of his neck.
Ten minutes ago he had woken up in a laundry basket in an unfamiliar apartment with one of the worst hangovers of his life. The last thing he could remember was the party, one his roommate dragged him to. …it was a house party. Not normally his scene, but he had been wanting to branch out more. “Fuck, how much did I drink.” he muttered to himself.
Slowly Lace's memories of the night came back to him. There was a girl… a cute one, what was her name? For the life of him he couldn't remember if he ever got it. But he'd never forget her. She was tall and curvy, with an undercut that had been dyed pink at one point but now her roots were coming in. Freckles across her face and tattoos across her body. “Fuck my taste in women.” Lace thought as he remembered more about her.
They had chatted a bit about video games, their favorite bands, and other nonsense; he thought they had hit it off really well. She was a fellow music student too, as well as a bassist in a punk band and had even invited him to one of her shows. Later that night however she seemed distressed, and he couldn't quite remember the details but she was definitely embarrassed as she mumbled some request. The one thing he did recall was his hard-on after reluctantly agreeing however. The way her face lit up at his assent before being dragged off to a bedroom came to mind clearly. Then the very last thing he remembered was her pointing her phone at him…
“Size: L body: 95% cotton 5% spandex, trim: 85% nylon 15% spandex machine wash warm with like colors…” Lace droned on as he read the text off that scrap of fabric; his care tag, he had a tag. What was more upsetting however was the name written over top of all that in black sharpie permanently claiming him as hers: Ash, no doubt the name of the woman he had met at that party.
“Right, right, the line for the bathroom was pretty long.” She had soiled herself waiting, and asked him to fill in.
“Great my first party in months and I spent it under a total stranger's skirt.” Judging by the strange taste in his mouth which he guessed was detergent he had been washed at least. “Still I wish she had let me keep my mind on. I got to be a total babe’s underwear and I can't even remember it.”
CRASH
“Oh, my god, who the fuck are you?”
Lace whipped around to see that same babe standing in the bathroom doorway clad in pajamas and a mug of coffee broken at her feet. “Whoa, whoa whoa! calm down” Lace instinctively covered himself.
“We met at the party last night, remember?” He tried desperately to calm her down as she backed away slowly. Her face grew into a scowl. “What are you talking about? I haven't been to a party in a week.”
Oh shit Lace had lost a whole week to being this bitch's undies. Suddenly a slight look of recognition played across her face. “Wait you're that guy I was talking to at Amber's last month. Didn't you go missing?” A month?! A whole month of lost time, fuck, Lace is not looking forward to the makeup work. Wait missing? “Hold on, what do you mean missing are you telling me you don't remember?”
“Yeah missing. The cops were involved and everything. I blacked out at the party but like two days later there was police at my door asking about you. I guess I was the last person seen with you.” Lace could tell the woman still was cautious of him but there was a slight bit of curiosity in voice.
“Okay, listen you pissed yourself at that party.” She was immediately taken aback by the accusation. “First off gross, secondly what the fuck does that have to do with the naked missing person standing in my bathroom.”
“I'm getting to that, jeez. You pissed yourself and needed clean underwear, and I kinda volunteered, look…” Lace turned around and lifted his hair to show her his tag. Almost immediately he felt her behind him tugging at it to read it. “huh no shit so that's where those panties came from.”
“Where'd you think I came from?” She laughed. “I thought I hooked up that night and took a trophy home. Actually I thought they were yours.”
Lace looked up at her incredulously. “You thought the random panties you found belonged to me? a guy?”
She just shrugged as she closed the distance between the two. “Yeah, I mean no offense dude but you'd look good in panties. Besides, it's not that weird, I mean half of my underwear collection are boxers.” Lace blushed as she was now holding onto his shoulder like they were old friends, her breast pressed tightly into his arm. “So how was it?”
“How was what?” Lace asked embarrassed. “Your little month-long vacation in my pants, c'mon a little pervert like you must've been having the time of his life.” Lace blushed further. “I don't know. You turned my mind off when you transformed me. It's like I just woke up from a long nap today.”
“Yeah that makes sense. I don't really like the idea of having a practical stranger all pressed up in my junk after all. well it was probably for the best.” Lace glanced up at her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I put you through the ringer, you were decently comfy bro you know just the right way to ride up my crack to show off all this…” Ash smacked her ass to illustrate her point.
“...and you're pretty cute, too girlier than what I normally wear though. I was even starting to think you were my lucky panties. I mean, I wore you a lot.” she paused and Lace noticed a smirk play across her face. “I aced two exams while wearing you, found fifty bucks just on the street and...” she leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "I even got laid once.”
Lace shuttered a bit as he pictured the thought of her fucking another man in him. “You had sex in me?” She only laughed more. “If it makes you feel better it was with a woman. You should just be happy I managed to wash out all the cum stains.”
Lace, despite his disgust and humiliation, was at full mast, but the woman paid it no mind. She had started cleaning up the mug she broke. All of her earlier concern about Lace evaporated once she learned where he spent the last month.
“So uh I guess you're Ash then right” Lace asked embarrassed as he tugged on his tag branded with the name of the woman who had emasculated him so much. “Oh yeah.” she replied with a laugh. “Ashley Dyer, actually but just Ash please if you ever call me Ashley I'll kick your ass.”
“You're uhh I think the officer called you Micky or something right?” Lace sighed. “Michael, Michael Lacey but everyone just calls me Lace. There's always a lot of Michaels after all.” Lace cringed as he found himself explaining his name for the thousandth time. He had long since given up on convincing people to call him Michael.
“Ha, alright Lace it is then, no wonder you make for such good panties You were practically named for the role.” Ash teased. Lace ignored her teasing and grabbed some paper towels to help clean up the coffee.
“Do you still write your name on all your panties?” Lace asked slightly teasingly though Ash didn't seem at all embarrassed. “Yup old habit I guess I grew up with three sisters so it helped keep track of which pairs belonged to who you know. Plus some of the girls I'm with now are more than willing to steal underwear if they think they're cute.” Ash hummed as finished collecting all the shards. “You understand right, I'd hate to see my belongings in someone else's drawer.”
“yeah I guess…” Lace responded somewhat disturbed as she so casually talked about having owned him. He decided it best to change the subject then and there. “Can I borrow your phone later? I need to let my family know I'm alive, and my roomate, and fuck my professor too, I have to see about makeup work.”
Ash laughed. “Good luck explaining to all those people where you were for a whole month.” Lace shot her back a look. “What do you mean good luck? You're going to help me explain it.”
Ash looked annoyed. “Why should I?” Lace looked even more annoyed. “Because you're responsible for a missing persons case and your TFRM app has records of that. If you want me to vouch for you, you'll help me out.”
Ash mulled over what Lace told her for a second and responded. “Fine, fine you're right I guess I'll help you out.” Lace finished sopping up the spilled coffee. “But first do you think you could turn back to panties for a bit? I was gonna wear you tomorrow.”
A confused look formed on Lace's face. “Why would I do that? You've got plenty of clean ones right here.” Lace picked up and waved around the plaid boyshorts that he had been folded under in the laundry stack. It's not as if she was actually in a position to negotiate but it still piqued his interest. “It's not like you need me, you even said I'm not the style you normally wear.”
“Yeah but I already told you those aren't my lucky panties you are, I'm playing in a concert tomorrow and was going to wear you, oh and then midterms are coming up, and uh my roommates and I were talking about a trip to vegas...” Ash began to ramble on and Lace's eyes drifted down to her pajama bottoms. The waistband of her Calvin Kleins peeking out in what almost felt like an invitation. Well it wasn't like Lace was totally against the idea, Ash was hot as hell. “I guess if it's that important to you I can come back here tomorrow on one condition.”
“Ugh, fine whatever, what's your condition?” Lace ignored her clear annoyance at having to negotiate with her underwear. “You leave my mind on next time.”
She looked briefly concerned “Are you sure? I don't know if you're ready for the full experience.” He paid it no mind however. “I'm sure I can handle your worst. Besides, having my brain turned off for a long time isn't exactly fun for me.”
Lace held out his hand for a handshake to which Ash hesitated as she considered it. “Ugh fine if you want to perv on my ass I guess that's only fair but I don’t want to hear any whining out of you afterwards. Being underwear isn't exactly a picnic.” She grabbed his arm in affirmation pulling Lace in close. “Concerts in the evening but I expect you back here by eight a.m ready for me when I get out of the shower. Oh and if you tell anyone I pissed myself I'll sell you to a pervert on the internet.”
