End of Part 1
The next week I was back at Ally's place, the situation much the same we were sitting on the sofa watching a movie when she tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Let's swap undies again." Before I could react, she was up and around the sofa. What in the world was this girl up to?
Part 2
The undies swapping routine continued off and on over the next few months to where my underwear drawer held just as many pairs of Ally's panties as it did my sport briefs. It was a little unnerving sometimes when my sport briefs would run out and I had to wear Ally's panties. I know it's silly unless someone who passes me on the street happens to have x-ray vision, but I still felt awkward wearing girls' underwear in public.
All of the panties she gave me were clearly girls underwear. None of them were plain undies that could be mistaken at a glance for men's underwear. They were either female colors like pink or more likely had feminine printed patterns such as flowers or hearts. The most awkward pair she gave me was a pair of white and pink 'boy style' panties. They were white with pink accents to make them look like men's briefs with a mock fly. The embarrassing part was the fact that across the crotch in big bold letters said 'maneater' and the same thing on the seat with a shark's head to go along with it. I could see Ally shaking from giggling as I slipped them on behind her.
It was another typical Saturday afternoon for Ally and I sitting on her sofa watching a movie. I was immersed in the movie and didn't even know Ally had gotten up until she appeared in front of me and dropped her undies in my lap. I picked them up and saw they were white cotton with little roses printed on them and pink lace leg and waist bands. But the biggest thing that got me was that it was a thong.
I glanced up at Ally as she watched me with a cute grin on her face before she said, "Dive in Big D."
