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“All right,” he said, “I’ll buy them.”
“Very good,” she replied, “I’d recommend you buy six pairs, so you can have one set to wear and one in the wash each week, but that’s up to you. There’s a wide variety of colours and styles available, you may find bikini briefs most comfortable…”
Duncan wasn’t listening. As Miss Andrews spoke, he was busy formulating a plan. He could see what she was trying to do. She was trying to get him to choose between two bad options, either he buy panties or he work for her another week. But he saw a way out of it. Between his sister and his girlfriend he could just steal what he needed. All he had to do was take a pair or two each week and replace them. With only three weeks left he felt sure he could get away with it. He was turning all this over in his mind while Miss Andrews spoke and he left her house feeling pleased with himself for outsmarting her.
***
When he got home that evening he decided to put his plan into action straightaway. It was Thursday and his next day back at work was Saturday, so he had no time to waste. As soon as dinner was over he rushed upstairs to Ellen’s room. She was still talking to their parents about her plans for the summer so he had a little time before she came up.
Looking around the room, he realised he didn’t actually know where she kept her panties. There was a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. He figured the chest of drawers was the best bet. But after a quick search he came away empty handed so he turned to the wardrobe. Opening it he saw that it’s lower portions also contained a series of drawers. He had hit the jackpot. The first drawer contained a befuddling array of silky, delicate underthings. He dove his hand in to grab a few pairs, but immediately whipped it away when his fingers encountered something hard and cylindrical that was hidden beneath the folds of material.
Ah, that’s gross! He shuddered to himself.
“What are you doing in my room!?”
Duncan spun round to see Ellen, her face red with indignation.
“I’m looking for me phone charger,” Duncan was thrilled with spur of the moment improvisation, “You’re always stealing it!”
“Well it’s not in my wardrobe is it, ya weirdo!”
“I wouldn’t know where you’d hide it…”
Two minutes later the siblings had descended into a screaming match and his dad had to come upstairs to separate them. Duncan was sent downstairs while his sister sulked in her room for the rest of the evening.
***
The next morning Duncan was already at work on Plan B. He was due to spend the day with Rob and then meet Kelly that evening and there was no chance of Ellen leaving her room before he went out. She always avoided him when she was upset with him. So he texted his girlfriend:
“What do you wanna do tonight”
“I don’t mind. What do you want to do?”
“Wanna just chill at your place?”
“My parents will be home…”
This would normally have been a clear signal. Kelly’s parents were strict with their only daughter and their presence would seriously curtail the activities of two young lovebirds.
“That’s OK. I can still come over.”
“Can we not go out???”
“I don’t wanna go out tonight.”
“Fine. Come here then, if that’s what you want.”
“Great. See you later!”
Congratulating himself on successfully completing Stage 1 of Plan B, Duncan went out to Rob’s house to spend the day playing video games.
***
Normally, an evening spent watching The Crown sandwiched on the couch between Kelly and her mam would have been his idea of hell, but this evening was different. He waited about half an hour into the programme before putting Stage 2 into action.
“I just need to go to the bathroom,” he announced as he stood up.
He made his way upstairs. He had it all planned. He’d quickly sneak into Kelly’s room, grab a few pairs of panties, then head back down without anyone suspecting a thing. He’d even flush the toilet to make it convincing. Then he’d have plenty of time during the week to get back into Ellen’s room. He’d completely out smarted that old b-
Wait…
Since when did Kelly lock her bedroom door!?
***
Kelly had no patience with her boyfriend's attitude. He’d been sulking half the evening, but what did he expect? She’d told him her parents were home. She’d practically begged to go out. He was the one who didn’t want to. She could tell he was frustrated and she thought she knew why, but if he was going to act like this there was only one way the evening would end - whether her parents were home or not. She tried to convey an air of “I told you so” as she gave her boyfriend a cool goodbye and closed the front door on his face.
***
Duncan was starting to panic as he walked home. He was due back at Miss Andrew’s house tomorrow and he didn’t have the panties that he said he would buy. He felt like he’d forgotten to do a major homework assignment in school, except this time the consequences would be much worse than detention. He didn’t want to think what they might be!
What was he gonna do? He was gonna have to buy them. He was gonna have to walk into a shop and buy girls’ underwear! He nearly threw up on the street.
OK. OK. Don’t panic. Just get in and get out. He could skip football practice and do it tomorrow morning before work. If he was quick, no one would see him. Just go in, buy a few pairs, and get out.
Oh yeah, with what money?
Crap!
He had no money. How could he buy them? Except… his parents had promised to give him the money to buy new football boots as a birthday present. He’d spent ages researching exactly the pair he wanted. But if he bought a cheaper pair he could use the money left over for panties.
OK. He had now had a Plan C. He wasn’t thrilled about it, but what choice did he have?
***
Never a particularly early riser, it took Duncan a superhuman effort to throw off the bed covers the following morning. He knew what the day had in store and he was dreading it. It was like a nightmare. He was going to miss football practice to go shopping for panties. And he was going to use his birthday money – money he wanted for football boots – to buy them. And then he’d have to wear them! Not to mention the rest of his uniform. It was no wonder he just wanted some place to hide! Nevertheless, he begrudgingly plodded downstairs.
Getting the money from his parents was no difficulty. He just explained that he’d chosen the boots and he wanted to buy them this morning. They queried his skipping football practice but offered no objection. And soon enough Duncan was sitting on the bus on his way to the large shopping centre near where he lived. He didn’t know exactly where he should buy the panties, but there was a department store in the centre and he reckoned that was his best bet. He’d buy the panties first and then use the leftover money to get whatever boots he could so he had something to show at home for his morning.
He walked back and forth outside the department store for ten minutes trying to work up his courage.
“Come on. Just do it!”
Taking a deep breath, he strode in.
“Get in. Buy them. Get out,” he said to himself.
When he reached the lingerie department he soon realised it would not be so easy. He stood between two aisles of panties gazing in shock at a dizzying range of shapes, sizes and special offers. He tried to remember Miss Andrews’ instructions, hoping that would give him a clue. What had she said? Six pairs? And all in different colours and styles. His head was starting to spin. This was impossible. He was aware of other shoppers in the nearby aisles. His throat went dry. The last time he set foot in a lingerie department was by accident and he was embarrassed then. He had to get this over with. White. White was a colour. Start there. He reached out a shaking hand for a pair of white cotton briefs. He wore briefs. This would be fine. Now he just needed to check his size. His size? What was his size in panties? He had no idea. The numbers on the labels meant nothing to him. His nerves failed him. He shoved the panties back on the rail and beat a hasty retreat back out of the store. His heart pounding in his ears.
After taking a moment to collect himself he pulled out his phone. He had to wipe the sweat off his palms before he typed:
“What size panties for boy 32 inch waist”
***
Walking into the shop the first time had been hard enough. Walking back in was excruciating. Duncan was convinced he could feel mirthful eyes following his humiliating return to the scene of his shame.
Equipped with the knowledge he needed, he picked up a pair of the white panty briefs in his size. From white he turned to black as another safe colour. He found a pair of something reassuringly called shorts. They looked a bit lacy around the edges, but black shorts couldn’t be that bad. Two down four to go.
There were too many pink panties for him to avoid getting some in that colour, but he decided if he had to get pink he’d get something in blue as well. He picked up a pair of something called Brazillians that looked similar to the pair Miss Andrew made him wear. They were pink with lace detailing in white. Close by were another pair of Brazilians in blue. The lace was done in a floral pattern which complimented the little white flowers on the fabric. According to the label they were “high waisted”. Duncan hoped this would qualify as a different style from the pink ones as he added them to his pile.
Looking around for another colour a flash of red caught his eye. He reached out and picked up a delicate cotton thong. It had a neat little bow at the front, just below the waistband. He looked in horror at the feminine thing. He couldn’t imagine it was possible to even fit his parts into it. But the last thing he wanted to do was waste time being selective. It was a different colour and style so he added it to the others.
Then, one of the things Miss Andrews said suddenly came back to him. The word bikini. Did she say she wanted him to buy a bikini? He thought they were just for the beach. He quickly looked through his selections. None of them had “bikini” written on the labels. He hastily walked up and down the aisles, but couldn’t see anything called a bikini. This was a disaster. He’d gone through all this and still hadn’t got what he needed. He could have screamed. He took a breath and tried to calm himself. He remembered what his favourite model on Instagram wore when she did her beach shoot. He’d been so turned on by it, it was so revealing. Miss Andrews must be really trying to embarrass him by getting him to wear something similar. Cursing under his breath he found what he was looking for. If the thong was small, this article was practically non existent. But it did look a lot like what the model wore in her Instagram. But there was another problem. The only one in his size was red and he already had something in that colour. He went back to the thongs and swapped his red one for the same style in purple, which the label called “magenta”, and which was so vibrant it seemed like it would glow in the dark. Trying to obscure his purchases in his arms, he headed for the tills.
***
Duncan took a deep breath when he saw the small queue ahead of him. He joined the line of customers and tried to settle his nerves. His ordeal was nearly over. He’d just explain that he was shopping for his girlfriend and he’d be out of the store in no time. The customer at the till was trying to return something and was in no mood to accept the assistant’s offer of an exchange. No one was going anywhere until she got what she wanted. The assistant rang for a colleague to open up the second till. Duncan’s stomach hit the floor when he recognised the assistant who came in answer to the call. It was a friend of his sister’s. A girl called Amanda.
Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no, oh Jesus, oh fuck no!
Duncan turned to run, but there were now two or three people in the queue behind him. He couldn’t leave without drawing even more attention to himself.
Maybe the complaining customer would leave and he could go to the first till and Amanda wouldn’t see what he was buying. There was still a person ahead of him, so there was time for the complainer to just piss off. Come on, hurry up! Come on!
“Next please. Oh hey, Duncan.”
Fuck!
“Oh hey Amanda” Duncan’s voice came haltingly.
OK, just play it cool.
“Kelly asked me to pick her up some things so I’m just shopping… for Kelly.”
“That’s nice. Wow, are these all for her?”
“Yeah, she gave me a whole list!” he attempted a laugh.
“Are you sure of the size? I wouldn’t have thought Kelly was a 14.”
“That’s what she told me.” He was aware of flop sweat prickling under his shirt and his left leg had started jiggling impatiently.
“Oh just a sec, these come with a matching bra,” said Amanda holding up the black lace shorts, “let me just get one for you.”
“No! I mean... she doesn’t need it.”
“But it’s free, it’s no problem.”
“Don’t bother, I don’t even know her size.”
“That’s OK, I’ll get one and if it’s the wrong size she can bring it back.” And she walked off with a smile.
Duncan wanted to throw up all over the counter. He wanted to run out of the store then and there. But he knew the best way to avoid suspicion was to play along.
“Now,” said Amanda coming back. “You’re all set.”
She rang up the last few items. And Duncan parted with a significant portion of his birthday money to buy six pairs of panties and a bra. On the positive side, he was sure Amanda hadn't suspected anything. She was chatting away now, asking questions about Ellen.
***
There was just enough money left over for an almost decent pair of football boots. Duncan shoved the panties into the bottom of the sports bag and threw the department store bag in the bin by the bus stop. He sat on the bus shaking. He couldn’t believe what had happened that morning and he still had work at Miss Andrews ahead of him. Still, he reminded himself, he’d gotten away with it.
***
Ellen’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Amanda.
You’ll never guess who was in the shop today…
***
To Be Continued......we hope XXX
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