Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 20:05:53 +0000
From: tim tim <noway16@hotmail.com>
Subject: chapter 27 of Tim and Michel sequal of highschool humiliation

Chapter 27 of Tim and Michel

Ok, here is chapter 27 so what is Tim's mom going to do ... She seems to be
really on the edge with him. So enjoy it. See all my other stories on my
website at www.timsfunplace.com. If you want to respond to this chapter
e-mail me at noway16@hotmail.com.

Now lets get on with it ...


There is no way out of this, I thought.  I pushed the covers away and tried
to get out and walk past her towards the shower as quickly as I could.
When I reached the door, standing with my back towards her, she said,
"Don't you need a towel?"

Damn!  The towels were in the cupboard beside her.  It meant I had to walk
back towards her.

I turned around, blushed again, and felt her eyes glued to my crotch as I
moved closer and took a towel out of the opened drawer.  I turned around
and went into the shower.

Damn, I thought as I pushed my undies down and stepped into the shower.
This was unbelievable!  What more was going to happen?  I just hoped she'd
gone downstairs.  I tried to listen, to see if I could hear her.

But the house was reasonably sound-proofed and all seemed quiet in the
house.  Had she gone down or not?  I'd finished showering but had not
turned the tap off.  I waited, but how long could I put this off?

"Tim, are you going to be in there for hours?  I don't have all day and
there's no way you can avoid this, so hurry up."

Damn!  She was really going to wait in there.  I turned the tap off and
started to dry myself off.  I looked at the towel, realizing that it was
big but not big enough to go completely around me and be tied.  When I was
dry, I tried it and found it just fitted.  There was no way that I could be
cool and tie it around me.  So I put it around my middle and with my left
hand I held both ends tightly.  I looked down.  You could see my crotch
area but that was it.  OK, I thought, let's try that.

I opened the door to my bedroom and stepped outside.  My mom was now
sitting on my bed.

"You took your time!  Do you think that I have nothing better to do on a
Saturday.  It's not the children's free play day, you know.  Adults have
responsibilities on a day like this."

I looked at her, amazed how long she could ramble on about this.

"I see you have nothing to say for yourself!  Well, maybe you can explain
this?  I was not surprised to see you walking around in children's
underwear this morning as the letter already had describe them to me.  It
is part of the reason that I barged in this morning.  It seems you are
already starting to behave like a child ... so what have you have to say
for yourself?"

I looked at her, but seemingly I didn't answer fast enough as she went on.

"It seems you'd rather wear briefs with children's stuff on them than the
ones I bought you.  I've no idea how you got them.  So it seems that you
decided for yourself that you are still a child.  I checked your drawers
while you were in the bath and saw you have a few more.  I took all the
others out and you won't be allowed to wear them any more from now on.
You'll wear briefs or whatever you call them and we'll make sure they are
children's size as I don't think you have much to hide.  I don't think I
saw very many hairs a moment ago, so you probably are quite small down
there, too.  But you only have a few now so it means we'll need to go
shopping soon.  I'll make sure we get enough to last you quite a while, as
I suspect it'll be a while before you will learn how to take responsibility
again."

With my mouth open, I looked at her, too shocked to say anything.

"I have put today's clothes on the bed ... so get dressed and then we can
go shopping."

I now looked now even more amazed as she was clearly not going to move.
Was she going to stay here while I got dressed?  That was something I
couldn't accept, never.  But she got up and started to walk towards the
door.

"Five minutes Tim, no more.  I expect you ready in five minutes and stop
being shy.  As I said you are just a child and I've seen more than enough
of you in your childhood."  With that she closed the door and walked
downstairs.

I looked at the bed where my clothes were.  Shopping for underwear with her
... my god, how embarrassing would that be?  On the bed sat her choices:
one of the white undies with the Spiderman figures on it, a light yellow
shirt from a few years back, and a pair of sport shorts from three years
back.  Would they still fit?  I knew the undies did but would the other
stuff?  I stepped into the shorts.  They were tight but I could move in
them.  They just looked very short and very not like the clothes I wore.
The t-shirt was very, very tight; my nipples clearly showed through the
cloth.  OK, I thought; here we go.

When I got downstairs, my mother gave me a total look over.  "Good!  You
look like a little boy.  Now get in the car and let's go."

We got to the shopping center where I knew there was a big department
store, probably the shop she was going to.  I was right.  We entered it
but, instead of looking at any of the signs when we got up to the clothing
department, she walked over to one of the younger assistants.

"Can you help me, please?" she asked him.

"Yes, of course," he answered politely.

"We're looking for the underwear section."

"For yourself?" he asked.

"No, for my son."

"Oh, the teenage section is in the left hand corner of the store.  I think
we have some great offers on boxers at the moment."

"Hmmm, that's not the right department, I'm afraid.  My son is still a
child and wears children's underwear."

"Oh, in that case, the undergarment department for women, men and children
is on the right hand side of this aisle, all the way at the back."  As he
said that, he looked at me closely.  "Hey!  You're Tim, right?  We go to
the same school.  Nice to see you here," he said and he gave me his hand to
shake.

"Do you know each other?" my mom asked.

"Hmmm ... no, I'm a year ahead of Tim."

"Ahhh, OK.  Well, thanks for the help."

"You're welcome," he replied.

"Come along, Tim.  Let's get you some new briefs," she said while walking
away.

I didn't look back as I'm sure the assistant must have heard her.  I'd seen
him around at school but I didn't know his name.  It seemed strange that he
knew mine, though.

Oh, here we go, I thought as we got to the underwear department.  My mom
started to look through it and got the attention of another assistant who
probably supervised this section.  He was quite a bit older.

"May I help you or can one of my female colleagues help you, madame?" he
asked.

"Oh, no.  I think I've already found what I want ... right there
... children's underwear, correct?" she rambled on as she pointed a bit
further down the aisle.

"Yes, two rows further down.  Do you need any assistance?"

"That would be helpful, as I haven't done this in a long time."

"OK, I'll be right with you."

"Hmmmm ... if you're busy, perhaps that young assistant who directed us
earlier could help us ... the one with the blond hair and green eyes?  He
was very polite and directed us straight down here."

"Yes, of course."

Oh, no, I thought.  This will be all over school in no time!  What was she
up to, I wondered.

"Stefan, please ... your assistance is wanted in the undergarment
department."

Ahhh, so that's his name!  We'd walked to the aisle with the children's
underwear and my mom started to walk along, looking at various packages.  I
just waited, not wanted to be near her if I could.

"Wow!  There are a lot more choices these days than there were when you
were a boy last time," she said to me.  "Look at them ... a lot of boxers
and stuff as well ... those weren't available ten years ago."

She walked up and down the two aisles before Stefan made his way to where
we were standing.

"You need some assistance, I understand?" he said, addressing her instead
of me.

"Yes, I'm looking for some underwear for Tim, but there is so much choice
these days!  Tim, come down here," she said, waving me closer to her at the
same time.

"Did you have any specific brand or style that you were looking for?" he
asked her now.

"Yes, I have a very specific idea of what I want ... but I'm not sure how
to describe them ... and I'm not sure about the size Tim needs, either.  So
I'll need your help with both size and style, I think."

He looked at me, his eyes taking in the height of my shorts." Does he
always wear such tight clothing, madame?"

"Yes, he does.  Perhaps you could show him what you are wearing and the
size, too, Tim."

What?  What?  She must be out of her mind!  Here, in the middle of the
shop?

"Hmmm ... well, I could always take his measurements," Stefan added and I
could see what was coming ... another hugely embarrassing episode in
humiliation.  The idea of Stefan looking at me didn't help either, as I
thought he was cute.  I felt my dick getting hard again.  Oh, damn!  I
definitely needed to make sure I came again soon as this was just not
pleasurable any more.

"No, that isn't necessary.  I can just show you."

Stefan drew closer and I lowered the side of my shorts to show him the side
of the undies I was wearing.  I wouldn't show him the front or the back
... that would be too revealing.

"Ahhh ... you want some briefs for Tim?  Cartoon ones, I presume?" he said.

"Yes, that's the idea.  He behaves like a child these days, so he's going
to have clothes that show that."

"Oh, well ... if he'll turn around, I can check out the size."

Oh, my dick made another jump, filling up the front pouch quite well now.
I turned around and then suddenly felt Stefan pull the shorts away from my
body, giving him a good look at my buttocks.

"I have to pull the briefs out, too, so I can see the label, so don't jump
when I do that," he said.

I blushed as he put his finger in between my skin and the briefs while we
were standing in the middle of the shop.

"OK ... let's see what we have in his size," he said as he let the
waistband snap back against my buttocks.  "This is the biggest boy size
that there is ... so they'll probably fit him," Stefan added as he pointed
to a package of boxers.

"I hope so," my mother answered.  "So, where do we find boys' briefs?"

"Oh, they're two aisles down.  We don't have as wide a selection any more,
though, for boys as we did in the past."

"Well, he needs at least ten pairs in different weights, if possible," she
said.

We walked further down the aisle, Stefan leading the way with my mom and me
close behind.  I saw a few mothers with their kids but mostly the boys were
shopping on their own.

We stopped when we reached the aisle with the briefs.  Stefan had walked
ahead and was now rummaging through the packages, looking for the correct
size.  He found four packages of briefs in my size.

"So, we have some with Walt Disney figures on them," he said, giving one
package to my mom.  "The second one has some sports figures on them.  The
third style is white and the fourth package has a range of colored briefs
inside.  I think this covers most of what we have.  There might be some
other action figures available, but that's about it."

"OK," my mom said as she surveyed all four of them.  "These seem to be OK.
Are they all the same size?"

"Yes, I believe they are, so they should all fit."

"Well, this is a lot of pairs of briefs which we'll have to return if they
don't fit.  You've given me 12 pairs altogether, correct?"

"Yes, there's four pair in each package," he affirmed.

"OK ... well, just to make sure ... I know this is not something that is
normally done ... but is there a way he could try a pair on?"

Oh, no, I thought.  I hadn't even considered this, as I know it isn't
normally allowed.  I just shook my head towards Stefan to let him know that
I didn't want to try them on.  He must have been enjoying the humiliation I
was going through as, with a wicked grin, he said, "No, normally we don't
allow it but we might make an exception.  Let me go and ask my boss."

He walked away towards the older assistant and started to talk with him.  I
looked back at my mom.

"Mom ... please ... don't do this.  You know they'll fit ... why try them
on?"

"I don't know if they will fit and I hate it when I pay for something you
can't wear.  And besides, you don't want them to fit too tight so your
balls won't start producing sperm in the future.  I'm sure you'll want to
father babies some day, and I'm not going to get in the way of that."

"Oh, it won't be that bad!  There's no problems with the ones I have on
... why should there be any problem with the new ones?"  I'd say anything
to get out of having to try them on.

"So they are not too tight then?" she asked.

"No, a bit tight but OK ... not too tight at all," I answered.

"Well we just want to be sure, don't we?"

"No ... please, mom.  I'll walk out of here if you make me try them on."

"Stop it, Tim!  Now stop your childish behavior or else you might need to
go to school in dirty old briefs all the time as there's no way I will give
you your boxers back."

I knew that that was a promise she'd fulfill.  I looked down at the ground,
awaiting the answer from Stefan ... just hoping they wouldn't allow it.  I
heard someone walking close bye and looked up.

Ok, that was chapter 27 so what is Tim's mom going to do is he allowed to
try them on or ...  See all my other stories on my website at
www.timsfunplace.com. If you want to respond to this chapter e-mail me at
noway16@hotmail.com.