Date: 1 Nov 2000 08:04:15 -0000
From: Blake Dorson <fantasy@eroticwriters.com>
Subject: Underwear Shopping-1

Copyright: Blake Dorson 2000
WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual
activity. If you are under the age of 18 or 21 as the legal statutes may
specify in your area, or are offended by material of this nature, please
read no further. This is strictly a work of fiction/fantasy, and by no
means, does the author encourage unsafe sex, or any sexual acts that are
illegal in your community. The author of this literature is a straight
male. He writes out of his belief in free speech, expression, and press.


Underwear Shopping - Part 1 of ?

"Oh, honey! Look! This is so adorable. Try it on!" My mother announced.

She announced it to the whole world. As if the adorable part wasn't bad
enough, the three dreaded words, "try it on" were a real killer. Now that
she had the attention of every set of eyeballs in the store, I'd take the
item, in this case, overalls, tuck them as far under my arm as possible,
and head into the changing room, an individual one, free from gazing eyes
and embarrassment as I would dress and undress. Of course, as I would
dawdle in the changing room, I knew I would inevitably have to go back out
into the store and model them, whether they were four sizes too big, or
several sizes too small. So, I would brace myself for all those eyes...I'd
have to do a little turn as mom talks about such things as "the seat", or
worse, "the tush", "groin", "crotch", and other words mothers should never
say. The thought of a mother looking and talking about those areas is
enough to send any 13-year-old into convulsions! Those other eyes would
send me blushing, and ultimately, I would become the talk of the whole
store for at least 30 seconds...long enough to kill me.

Ok, so the overalls felt really good, but they just didn't fit right. Even
if they did, when my mom went to pay for them, I'd still pretend I didn't
know her. Like I was saying, the overalls didn't really fit. The hip of
them was really low, and my underwear was showing there because my shirt
wasn't long enough to cover it. As I walked out of the changing room, I
prayed that she either wouldn't notice, or send me right back into the
security of the changing room without any words exchanged.

"Danny, there you are!" Rest in peace, Danny, for your mother just
identified who you are in a sea of strangers. My mom freaking eulogized me!
"Let me see!" She said exasperated.

I made sure my arms were rigid against my sides in an attempt to keep the
obvious, hidden.

"Go ahead, turn around for me." She said.

So, I did. I'm sure her jaw dropped when she saw.

"Underwear! Danny, your underwear is showing. Did you notice? Oh, Danny!
They're all worn out! Go get a new pack of underwear and take off those
overalls this minute!" She said in her state of shock.

This just changed the whole momentum of how I expected things to go. What
I thought I had under control basically came crashing down around me. Any
shred of dignity the ten-year-old, forty feet away from me had for me was
definitely gone. A great hush went over the store as I glanced around. Two
girls in cheerleading uniforms giggled, and then the wave of whispering
began; about how loud my mother was, how embarrassed I must be, and how my
underwear was not only showing, but really was worn out. The actual speed
of the moment made it feel as long as a bad day in school.

"Well, get to it!" My mother snapped.

The tone of voice told me that I was to either run to the underwear
department dressed as I was, or to drop the overalls and casually walk
there in my underwear. Obviously, I chose neither of those options. I went
back to the safety of the changing room, if only for a minute to gather my
thoughts and my composure. When I emerged back into the store, I walked
directly to the underwear department, no need for conversation with my
mother.

"Pssst. Over here." Someone whispered.

I swung myself around to see who was trying to get my attention. Standing
there was Gordie. Gordie is a nerdy kid who is already in high school, and
the same age as me. He was wearing his typical tight jeans, with a shirt
tucked in. If he ever got a surprise erection, it would suck. It would be
incredibly visible, and probably painful because it would have no room to
expand.

"Hey Gordie. What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing much. I'm just picking out some undies." He replied.

Undies? Wow, he's such a dork. I mean, who the hell in high school calls
their underwear "undies". That's almost as bad as "panties".

"Yeah, me too. I think it's about time I try some boxers." I responded.

"Really? I'm stuck on bikini briefs actually." He said.

"Huh? What the hell are those?" I asked.

"Come with me." He said.

So I followed him through aisle after aisle of the store, way past the
underwear department, and into a deserted part of the store. It looked
like that section of the store was going out of business or something. A
few racks with a couple of things flung over them. I followed him into a
dressing room where he took off his shirt and then his jeans.

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And this is when you give me feedback so I know to continue the story...

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I have a working copy of the next part, but I may entertain your thoughts
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