2T4U/Jack/Aaron Sissy/Attic/Force Panties

That's right, you decide. It doesn't matter if he's girly on the outside if he's still wearing ugly boy's undies underneath. Especially not when I'm going to get into those undies sooner or later. Panties it is!

With an increasingly familiar smirk you pull out the box labeled "underthings". Your smirk fades as you now notice the box is firmly taped shut, but your libido will not be denied. You kneel down and tear at the tape as Aaron giggles at your ferocious determination (and probably your growling). Finally the damned thing opens to reveal its prize: panties in all colors, a few training bras, and . . . swimsuits? Yes, swimsuits. Her cute, flowery one-pieces, some two-pieces, and even a comparatively daring bikini she never got to wear because she was "too young".

Why the hell would swimsuits be with Melony's panties and shit? Well, I guess she could, technically, wear them underneath so she didn't have to change when - oh, I don't give a fuck! With a "harumph" you carelessly toss the swimsuits aside to better peruse your true goal, but you stop when you hear a squeal and a "Hey!" to your side. Apparently Aaron had crept up to your side to share in your discovery, some of which is now hanging off of him.

"Sorry, dork," you chuckle then brush the aquatic garments off. He gives you an adorable glare before looking back at the box and its contents. You take a moment to watch his brow furrow as he finally appreciates just what these "cute clothes" will be. Fidgeting once again, he bites his lip while still staring at "his" new clothes. A moment later he looks up at you, blushing once again. "Um, Jack, you know, these, um," he starts and falters.

For once your dick allowed your brain enough blood to anticipate this exact problem. "Have you ever seen a boy in cute clothes? They don't make cute clothes for boys, do they?" Looking down he contemplates your words before slowly shaking his head, seemingly close to tears. Shit, he took that a little harder than I though. I hope this works. "They only let girls wear cute clothes, don't they? 'Oh, boys can't wear cute clothes! Only girls are supposed to be cute!' Yeah, well, fuck 'em! Some boys are cute and deserve to wear cute clothes too. And if they've got anything to say about it I'll kick their ass." Looks like that did it, you observe with mirth as his hips once again resume their sway, a dainty smile replacing his pout. Yeah, big bro is gonna protect the shit out of you, cutie.

Wary of your phallus' wiles, you take a breath before sealing the deal, ensuring his readiness to go full sissy. You reach out and gently tilt his chin upward, forcing him to meet your eyes. Softly, you ask, "so, are you ready for your new cute clothes?" His cheeks redden once again at the contact, your barely brotherly tone, and perhaps at the thought of wearing panties, before he eagerly nods. "And what are you ready for," you tease. He averts his gaze but smiles as he hesitates, then responds: "I'm ready to wear my new cute clothes. Even though they're for girls, I, um, I-I . . . want to wear them."

Game. Set. Match. With a triumphant smirk, and a towel-tenting boner, you turn back to the box and grab a handful of the delicate garments. You sort out the ones that look way too small until you're left with a couple that could work. Pondering how best to determine their fit you decide to just press them against his hips, ensuring you make as much contact as possible. A girlish gasp greats your ears as his hips finally stop wiggling, now caught between your hands. Quickly you notice the waistband won't stretch as far as need before you notice something else practically in your face. His hard little cock is pushing out against his panties as hard as it can. Well, it's pushing against his pajama pants which the panties are stretched across, but still. Slightly startled by the realization, and the throb from your cock at how strangely hot that looks, you unconsciously stretch the too-small garment a little harder, putting just little more pressure on his-

"Mmm!" You hear a lustful moan above the hips in front of you insistently jerk forward. No, not jerk, hump. He just humped the panties you've been holding against his hips. You look up to behold Aaron's sexiest face yet. His eyes are closed as he pants quietly, his expression, painted red, crosses between innocent embarrassment, shame, and sexual need. "Is someone enjoying their fitting?" He doesn't seem to have heard you as you ponder your next move.

Do you:

• This is too hot. Make that sissy cream her panties!
• Ignore it. You've had enough distractions already and you still haven't come yet!