On that fateful Friday night after the show, everyone went out to celebrate another successful line leaving me alone with the pile of panties. I grabbed the pair worn by Maxine and headed to the men's room to enjoy them. I had my face in the middle of them, heady with all of Maxine's aromas when the lighting struck the building. The bolt struck the bathroom roof vent and surged through my body into the sewer line below me, igniting the methane gas contained in it. I awoke in the dressing room where the bolt had tossed me, I noticed my refection in a mirror and to my horror, Maxine's panties had been fused onto my face. As the factory burned to the ground, I ran to my tiny apartment to hide my shame. My face permanently disfigured and my dream job gone up in smoke I hid in my room, only going out for essentials with a scarf around my face to hide my shame.
With no income, I had no money for rent and my landlady began to harangue me. One day after pounding on my door, she told me if my rent wasn't entered into her book by the next day, I'd be out on the street. As she turned to head back down the stairs I remember wishing that her panties would wrap around her legs and cause her to fall down the stairs. No sooner, had the thought entered my head than I heard Mrs. Bainridge scream and as I turned, I saw her tumbling down with her big granny panties wrapped around her ankles just as I had wished. As I rushed down the stairs to check I couldn't help but notice how stained and yellow her panties were, also that there was no elastic in the waistband, oh and her neck was broken as well. Her rent book lay beside her still opened to my name and without a thought I took her pen and scribbled paid beside my name. Of course, I took her misfortune and my good luck as a coincidence for as yet I had no idea of my powers.
The next occurrence happened as I scavenged for food in alleys. I saw Maxine walking out of a store with her arms full of packages and I remember wishing I could get another whiff of her wondrous scent. Just like that, her panties fell below her dress and with her arms full, all she could do was spread her knees to keep them from falling further. She looked around helpless and then just let them fall to her ankles where she gingerly stepped out of them and then went on her way. I rushed out, grabbed them, and ran all the way home with my treasure. I enjoyed her panties so much I rubbed myself too sore to touch. It took one more event for me to understand that I was the reason for the elastic failing in woman's underwear. I was surprised by a woman and I hadn't yet covered my face, she screamed at my hideousness and turned to run away, again I wished her panties would trip her. Just like that, she was on the ground with her panties around her ankles. Miffed at her and no longer caring what she thought I went over and plucked her panties off and even offered to help put them on again. A look of disgust, another scream, and then off she ran, leaving her panties in my hand. I now knew then it had to have been me to cause the panty falls but I wanted to be sure so all the way home I made every woman in a skirt or dress lose her panties.
Please don't judge me for I didn't ask for my life or my gift. Is it a blessing or a curse, well it's hard to say but as a young man all I wanted was to sniff women's panties and now that is the only thing I am able to do. I sit home alone with all my goodies made from Lycra, nylon, satin and lace. They are my friends and my lovers and I am able to accept my lot in life, except for one thing, my kryptonite, so to speak, it is these new fangled thongs. With that string trapped in their butts, the women don't need elastic to hold their panties up.
