Date: 1 Nov 2000 08:04:15 -0000 From: Blake Dorson 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. ------- And this is when you give me feedback so I know to continue the story... I have been on a long leave of absence from the Nifty Archives, but I'm a "prolific author", and you should really check out my other stories under Blake Dorson. Email me at fantasy@eroticstories.com I have a working copy of the next part, but I may entertain your thoughts on what should happen.