The Present, Parts 1-4
Part One
Panties.
Lace, pink panties. When Chris first opened the box, he thought the girly pink material was just some kind of stuffing for the actual gift, but it dawned on him pretty quickly what he was touching and looking at as he started shifting through the multiple pairs. “Amy, what the hell?” he asked, holding up one of the delicate pairs.
It was a ‘Christmas’ tradition that his family and the Scotts’ did nearly every year. Rather than send each other gifts in December, they waited until they were together a few weeks or a few months later to exchange gifts in person. Back when they were kids, he and his cousin Amy were close, and it was a fun tradition to look forward to. These days, he always dreaded it.
Amy had turned into a little deviant over the years, but only Chris knew the truth about her. Their parents all thought she was a sweet girl, an innocent high school senior just starting to find her way in the world as a barely-adult looking ahead to college. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Amy swore. Amy drank. Amy kissed a number of boys AND girls on the regular. Boys, because she enjoyed having them wrapped around her finger. Girls, for fun. Despite only seeing her once or twice a year, Chris knew all this about her because she didn’t try to hide it around him. When her girlfriends were over, and their parents weren’t, Chris was around for all the shameless gossip and bragging. And they didn’t even try to swear him to secrecy. Amy acted like such an angel around adults, no one would have believed him anyway.
Not even he was safe from the little games she enjoyed playing with boys. For the past two years, Amy had gotten him seemingly innocent gifts. Gifts that he hated, but that no one else would bat an eye at. A small collection of jewelry that was borderline girly, especially considering that he normally didn’t wear jewelry at all. And then a handful of socks and ties that had the same theme the next year—bright, girly colors.
There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. The jewelry was so he could “try new things,” and the clothes were “bold” compared to his “same old colors,” according to Amy when she eagerly explained her gift choice to him and their parents.
They were gifts. And it was rude to scoff or frown at gifts. So each year, he had to begrudgingly thank her, and then wear at least something Amy got him to show his appreciation during the visit, only for her to smirk and make a teasing comment about it when only he could hear.
This year, however, there was no way she could get away with it. Not with something like this. He held up the pink fabric by his fingertips like it was disease-ridden, showing everyone that it was clearly a pair of panties. Not pink briefs. It was girl’s underwear. She couldn’t possibly explain the ‘gift’ away like the previous two years.
“Chris. Language,” his older sister immediately corrected him. The two of them were visiting the Scotts alone; their parents would be coming up in a few days after finishing up some business back home.
“Amy?” Aunt Mary glanced at her daughter. Not with suspicion or anything; just with a curious look about the unusual gift.
Amy was ready for it. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, clasping a hand over her mouth. The devious brunette looked at the underwear in Chris’s hand with false surprise, “Those were for Stacey! That means . . . Oh my God, I have to call her!” Leaping from her seat and grabbing her nearby phone, Amy fled from the room.
“She’s been going through some girl drama at school,” Aunt Mary explained.
Chris didn’t know if that was the truth or not. It’s not like Amy lied about everything, despite her sociopathic tendencies, but he was genuinely curious how much she could even tell her parents when living two different lives. He tossed the pink underwear back into the box and closed the lid, placing it aside for now. For now, he’d take the win. His devil of a younger cousin wasn’t trying to claim his gift was so that he could ‘try new things.’
A few minutes later, Amy returned to the room with watery eyes. “Chris, I’m SO sorry.” She walked over and threw her arms around him in an awkward hug, leaning over while he was seated on the sofa. Then, with her lips right next to his ear, she whispered, “You ready?” Before he could process the somewhat seductive voice that was way more uncomfortable than sexy when coming from his cousin, she stood back up and turned to their parents. “I shouldn’t even open my gift,” she said, “It’s not fair that I get something and Chris doesn’t.” Amy went on to explain that Stacey was out of town, now with the wrong birthday gift; otherwise, Amy would drive over and make the swap right now.
Chris knew what his cousin was subtly reaching for. But there’s absolutely no way that would happen. Right? Amy might play the innocent angel role well, but that didn’t mean things would get from A to B without better hints.
Or so he thought.
“You know, Chris,” Amy’s mother said, “Some boys wear underwear like that.”
No. No way. Amy was a fucking adult, and he couldn’t believe her mother was still eating up her act and trying to protect her with lies of her own. Well, not technically lies. Sure, the modern day has all kinds of people out there, but Chris was literally a straight, white guy with pretty vanilla tastes. He wouldn’t be a sacrifice just to make his cousin feel better, especially when this was clearly her plan in the first place.
“No.” Getting ahead of it immediately, Chris dismissed his aunt’s subtle suggestion. “Amy did this on purpose. I’m not putting on-” he paused, not able to actually say the word out loud, “-those.” He gestured to the closed box.
Amy gasped. “I did not! Why would you say that??”
“Chris,” his mother said, “Apologize to your cousin.”
He knew better than to argue. Accusing her was a misstep in itself, as nothing like that would ever stick when it came to her. “I’m sorry, Amy,” he said.
“Apology accepted,” she replied, with a humble smile, “And it’s fine, Mom. They probably wouldn’t fit him anyway.”
Unfortunately, he was outnumbered three to one. While his older sister, Chloe, had already graduated college and was officially an adult with her own apartment and everything, that didn’t mean she would pass up an opportunity to mess with her nineteen year old brother. “Chris, you should at least try,” she said, in response to Amy’s last point, “If they fit, it’ll be a good opportunity to try something new. And I’m sure Amy would appreciate the gesture.”
“Really, it’s fine,” Amy said, playing the part perfectly, “You don’t have to, Chris.”
Except he did, since the one adult in the room was still determined to make her daughter feel better. So, just when Chris was hoping Amy had screwed her own plan over by committing to the angel role, Aunt Mary brought things home. “Chris, go try them on,” she said.
Part Two
Less than five minutes later, Chris found himself alone in the bathroom with the gift box.
He had tried several more times to argue that this was absurd, but all of his words fell on deaf ears. Aunt Mary was using him as a scapegoat to make her daughter feel better, Chloe was jumping at the chance to embarrass her younger brother, and Amy clearly arranged this whole thing to begin with. It was three to one, and all of them supported each other with ‘logic’ about why Chris should do it.
The best play would have been to refuse and storm off, but he felt too pressured once his aunt started pushing the idea too. Swearing out Chloe and Amy would have been easy, but the college boy wasn’t as comfortable snapping at an adult.
Even with no one else around, he felt weird opening the box and sifting through its contents. It was one thing fooling around with a girl, as touching her underwear typically involved taking them off for a good time. Not to mention how nice a nice lingerie set looked on a pretty girl. But panties by themselves were different, especially when Chris was pretty sure that these had always been meant for him and not for Stacey.
He looked through the box, praying that there was at least a white pair to be found. While he hadn’t worn briefs in years, he would definitely prefer something that at least mildly appeared like boys’ underwear. No dice. The entire gift box was full of mostly pinks and reds, and a few purples too. “Great,” he muttered. Going with the least painful option, he procured a light pink pair from the girly collection. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than the darker shades available.
Stalling wasn’t going to help anything. For a minute or two, Chris had considered not changing at all. It was underwear, after all, so it’s not like anybody would know if he had actually followed through or not. But knowing Amy, she would be a brat and innocently ask to at least see the waistband or something. So, sucking it up, he stripped off his shorts and underwear and slid the panties up his legs.
As expected, they fit perfectly.
Well, as perfectly as girls’ underwear could fit a boy. They were definitely his size, and Amy could have easily acquired that information somehow. However, his hips weren’t that existent, and he had something between his legs that none of Amy’s friends would have. And, while his less than impressive manhood easily nestled into the lace underwear, the waistband sat awkwardly on his hips and the back of the panties slightly dug into his rear.
Looking down at the horrible pink underwear, Chris couldn’t help but cringe and slightly blush at the sight. He was literally wearing panties.
After fidgeting with the undergarment for a few seconds, mostly failing to make it feel particularly comfortable, he simply resigned himself to his fate. He had come this far, and seeing it through would cause less trouble than refusing to be a ‘good cousin.’ Getting in trouble with his aunt meant potentially getting in trouble with his parents when they picked him up in a few days. And, while Chris was in college and too old to worry about actually getting punished by relatives, he would still prefer to avoid the awkwardness.
One form of awkwardness, that is.
He couldn’t even bring himself to look at his body in the mirror. Looking down at the pink underwear sitting on his waist was embarrassing enough. So, turning to the side, he put his shorts back on and tossed his boxers into the box. After taking a deep breath to compose himself, he opened the bathroom door and walked back to the living room.
Amy’s eyes lit up at his presence, and the small twitch of her lips made Chris immediately reconsider his decision. Was it too late to retreat to the bathroom?
“Took you long enough!” Chloe said. Chris’s sister hopped up from the sofa with a more apparent smile than Amy’s. “You know, panties aren’t that complicated. Though I guess choosing the perfect color can take time.”
The worst part was, she was right. Chris managed to play it cool, but he hated how Chloe knew him so well. It wasn’t the only reason he dawdled, of course, as a lot of it was simply mustering the will to change. But yes, figuring out which pair to put on added a little time too. “Look, can we just-”
“No, we can’t ‘just,’” Chloe interrupted him, “Now be a good boy and turn around.”
What? Why?
Under normal circumstances, he might have caught on more quickly. But simply walking from the bathroom to the living room had already undone the adjustments Chris had made to his new underwear, and he was now the center of attention with the awkward gift box still in hand. However, that didn’t make him automatically compliant. “Why?” he asked.
“Ugh, Chris! Just do it. You’re setting a bad example for your little cousin.”
His ‘little cousin’ was eighteen, and barely a year younger than him. Chloe’s logic was ridiculous, yet he still found himself relenting just to get all this over with. “Fine.” With nowhere to set the box down, he reluctantly turned around with his hands still full.
The moment he was facing the opposite direction, Chris felt his older sister’s fingers slip underneath the waistband of his shorts. Fuck, she was going to give him a wedgie! It was too late to stop it. He and his friends had done immature stuff like that in early middle school, but he had forgotten things like wedgies existed until he felt the familiar lead-up to what was going to inevitably happen.
Chloe yanked upwards and Chris winced as the thin fabric suddenly dug between his cheeks. He wasn’t lifted to his toes, thankfully, as his sister wasn’t as aggressive as old friends were with wedgies, but it was still the usual combination of uncomfortable and slightly painful.
“Oh my God!” Chloe exclaimed,“You actually put them on?! Chris, we were kidding!”
Part Three
He had put panties on for nothing?
Chloe had to be messing with him. A few minutes ago, his sister had practically jumped at the unexpected opportunity, and Amy had clearly orchestrated the whole thing from the beginning. At least two of the three females in the room had wanted him to put them on, and it had been easy enough for them to manipulate the only real adult in the room to go along with it.
Uncomfortably shifting as his older sister gave another sharp tug on the pink underwear, Chris tried to turn away while simultaneously slapping at the hands behind him. “Chloe, let go,” he demanded. As calmly as possible, to avoid giving Amy even more of a show. It wasn’t very effective. As he was well aware from his younger days, it’s pretty difficult to stop a wedgie without causing yourself a little more pain in the process of getting away, or hitting the other person enough to make them back off. Unfortunately, kicking or elbowing his sister wouldn’t go over very well with an audience of family members.
The good news was, Chloe wasn’t one of the guys. She was enjoying the visual of his new underwear more than the wedgie itself, and let up after another few seconds. “Relax, Chris,” she giggled. Letting go of the underwear, she stepped back with a playful smirk, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
“Screw you, Chloe.” While he wouldn’t hit her, that didn’t mean he was above talking back. Especially when she used a phrase like that. But, rather than dealing with an annoying older sister, he turned back towards the bathroom.
Of course, neither of the girls would make it easy. “Where are you going?” Amy piped up, “I haven’t opened your present yet!”
“That’s right,” Chloe said, “You don’t want to miss her reaction. Come on, sit down!”
“In a minute,” Chris replied, “I’m going to change first.”
Amy sat up a little bit. “Change? Why?”
As if it wasn’t obvious. “What do you think?” he snarkily replied, not wanting to deal with the embarrassing specifics of a real answer.
“You’re saying you don’t like your present?” Amy said. She pouted, though the expression on her face was intentionally over the top. She was too old to actually pout, yet she still knew how to pull it off. “But it’s such a good color on you.”
Except it wasn’t even supposed to be a gift for him, according to his cousin a few minutes ago. She had obviously lied about the mix-up, which made it all the more annoying now that she was referring to the gift as his. And the follow-up ‘compliment’ wasn’t much better. Not only did he rarely wear pink, but it also didn’t matter if she thought it was a good color. It was underwear. Not meant to be seen, especially this variety.
Just like before, the three of them had a bit of a back and forth about it. And, just like before, Chris was outnumbered. It would be quick and easy to change, but Amy and Chloe insisted that it made more sense to just wait until everyone was done with presents. This time around, Aunt Mary didn’t intervene. While the whole thing was a little amusing to her, it was better to let kids be kids, even if the other three were technically adults at this point; though being in college hardly counts.
This time, it was Amy who delivered the final blow. She hopped up from the sofa and took Chris’s hand; the one not holding his bunched up boxers. “You can sit by me,” she sweetly said, as if that was enticing. “And then, if you still hate your panties in a few minutes, you can change while the rest of us clean up. Deal?”
“They’re not my panties,” Chris immediately shot back. Even so, he felt trapped again. Yanking his hand out of Amy’s would look bad, and his younger cousin was playing this in a way that made her seem the opposite of pushy. She was subtly trying to keep him in the girly undergarment for a little longer, but doing it in a way that seemed simple and harmless.
“When you wear something, it’s yours,” Amy giggled as she tugged him towards the couch, “Come on, Chrissy. Sit. I’m excited to see what you got me!”
. . . Chrissy?
She said it so nonchalantly and so off the cuff, he wasn’t sure if anyone else even recognized what she was doing. But Chris did. The flicker of mischief in her eyes was more than enough to give away that the nickname was meant to be feminine, rather than a teasing or patronizing version of his name.
No one had ever called him that before, Amy included.
“Amy-” he began. Despite his distaste for what she just said, he reluctantly allowed her to pull both of them down onto the sofa. Unlike before, when they sat on opposite ends, now they were side by side and her hand was still holding his. To make things awkward for a moment longer, no doubt, or to keep him there until she was sure he would stay.
Either way, he didn’t get much farther than her name before she was talking again. “Oh, and Chris? Thank you.” The faint smirk had faded into a more genuine looking smile. Or, more accurately, she was feigning innocence again. “For doing that for me. I feel a lot better now.”
“He probably pulls them off better than Stacey anyway,” Chloe teased, “Hey, Amy? Would you feel even better if Chris offered to wear them all day for you?”
Chris narrowed his eyes, but, in contrast, Amy’s lit up.
“Oh my God, I would feel SO much better,” she said.
Part Four
The next few minutes were another blur of ‘logic.’
Not only was Chris outnumbered, but girls just had a way of explaining things and connecting points in a way that made it nearly impossible to undo layers stacked against him. He was already wearing panties, so there wasn’t a lot of harm in wearing them for a little while longer. And it clearly made Amy ‘feel better,’ so going along with it meant being a good cousin. Besides, boys shouldn’t be scared of wearing pink. And on, and on, and on.
To him, the same base problem hadn’t changed–the underwear was designed for girls, and he was a boy. End of story. But, despite trying to press the issue, he found himself caving pretty quickly. Apparently, he was agreeing to wear panties for the rest of the day. The only reason Chris didn’t argue even more was because he realized he could still get out of this by just sucking it up for a few minutes. Once they were done with gifts and everyone was doing their own thing, he could go change without telling anyone. While Amy and Chloe could pressure him to stay put at the moment, they definitely wouldn’t be able to make him change back once he was in his own underwear again.
Thankfully, there was just one present for the cousins to open for the belated swap, and he had already opened his ‘wrong gift’ from Amy. The rest of the gifts were fairly normal. He had gotten Amy some lawn game Chloe told him that she wanted, and the two girls had similar tastes; spring accessories, mostly in the other girl’s favorite color. Despite the simplicity of what Chris had picked out for Amy, his cousin made a point to gush over it. Still laying it on thick, apparently, for her mother’s benefit. The innocent younger cousin, happy about Chris’s different kinds of generosity after being allegedly upset a few minutes ago.
The moment everyone had opened their gifts, Chris leaped at the first opportunity to get up. Aunt Mary had stood up to start working on dinner, and Chris used it as an excuse to leave the room as well. “I should probably get a little homework done before dinner,” he said. It wasn’t totally a lie. Even though it was a long weekend, there were still a few professors who assigned work anyway. He would potentially follow through on the excuse, and get a head start on an assignment, but the top priority was taking off the embarrassing pink lace underneath his casual mesh shorts.
He half expected his sister or his cousin to call him out, but neither of them. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he turned the corner, he quickly made his way upstairs. Closing the bedroom door behind him, Chris made short work of pulling off his shorts and tossing them onto the bed for the moment. The girly underwear around his waist was even more pink than he remembered. No wonder Chloe was so amused when she gave him that wedgie.
Before he got the chance to grab a clean pair of underwear from his suitcase, however, Amy burst into the room without knocking. “Chrissy!” she exclaimed, “What are you doing?!” Despite the shock in her tone, she was smirking as she held up her camera to snap a picture. Three pictures, actually, as she had left the camera’s volume on to make an audible *CLICK* each time she snapped a shot.
“Amy!!” Without anything nearby to cover with, all he could do was cover to the best of his ability with his hands. It probably wouldn’t do much to help, as she must have taken at least one good shot before his reflexes kicked in. “Get out!”
“Umm, no.” Pocketing her phone, she placed a hand on her hip, “Are you changing? You literally just said you’d wear your panties all day.”
“They’re not mine.”
“When you wear something, they’re yours. And you didn’t answer the question!”
“Amy, seriously. Get out. And delete that shit.”
“Mom? Chloe? Chrissy said he hated my gift,” Amy pouted. She dropped the sassy pose and put on her wide-eyed, innocent angel routine instead. It looked like she was about to cry. “He changed back and said he’d never wear such horrible underwear ever again.”
Chris was dumbfounded.
He had seen Amy put on a little show here and there around the adults to score a treat or two, or to avoid chores, but he had never witnessed something this blatantly manipulative. The girl was a fucking actress, and he knew right then and there that no explanation or argument at his disposal that could convince the others that she was faking it. As usual, his younger cousin was going to get her way.
“Fine,” Chris spat, rolling his eyes. Whatever he could do to make her think he actually didn’t care that much. And to get her out of his room when he was bottomless. “I won’t change. Happy?”
“I knew you liked them!” Amy giggled with the same amused smirk as before, letting her angel routine fade. She placed the hand back on her hip, looking up with a slightly more stern expression. “So. You’ll wear them all weekend?”
Christ just rolled his eyes again. Her games might work on everyone else, but not him. In fact, he was curious if he was the only one here who she showed her true colors to. Amy’s friends probably knew what she was really like, but none of her family members. “Yes,” he said, in a totally flat tone, not yet realizing she had shifted ‘all day’ to ‘all weekend.’
“Just ‘yes . . .?’”
“Seriously? Yes, I’ll keep wearing them.”
“Keep wearing what?”
Chris’s lips tightened at the knowing lilt in her voice. “Amy. Enough.”
“I want to hear you say it, Chrissy! Then I’ll leave you alone. Promise!” Amy gave a ‘genuine’ smile, holding up three fingers in a Girl Scout salute.
“Fine. I’ll wear panties all weekend,” he said.