<p>“Why are these in your underwear drawer?” Margaret yelled as she emerged from Logan’s bedroom with a pair of pink lace boyshort panties in her hand.</p><p>Logan’s feet fell off the coffee table as he sat up straight and tried his best to think up an excuse that made even a shred of sense.</p><p>Unable to come up with anything in a split second, he opted to go on the offensive. “What were you doing in my bedroom? You have no right to go through my stuff!”</p><p>Logan knew it was stupid. Margaret was holding a pair of panties he’d stolen from her bedroom while she was at work. He was being insanely hypocritical and he knew it. He felt silly even saying it.</p><p>“Are you fucking kidding me?” Margaret yelled. “These are my panties, Logan! My stolen panties! I’ll bet if I looked a little harder I’d find a few more of my missing pairs, wouldn’t I?”</p><p>Logan knew she would, but she wasn’t about to admit it.</p><p>“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.</p><p>Margaret moved towards Logan with purpose. Her strides were long and the anger in her eyes was genuine.</p><p>“This is a violation, Logan. It is so far from okay. It isn’t even in the same neighborhood as okay. You’re some kind of pervert. I’m living with some kind of pervert. I will not live with a pervert!”</p><p>Logan panicked. It seemed like things had quickly spiraled. He stood up and tried to plead his case.</p><p>“No, no, Margaret. I swear, I’m not a pervert,” he insisted.</p><p>“Really, Logan? Really? How can you possibly argue that when I’m holding a pair of my panties that you’ve clearly stolen? What do you do with them? Do you jerk off into them? Did you throw the other pairs away because they were covered in your nasty cum?”</p><p>Logan looked at the panties and back at Margaret. His mind was still racing, but he knew he wasn’t going to find an excuse. There was no way of excusing what he’d been caught doing.</p><p>“I…I don’t jerk off into them,” he said quietly. The fight had left his voice.</p><p>Margaret was still furious. “Then what the fuck do you do with my panties?”</p><p>Logan sat on the couch and looked at the ground as he said, “I wear them.”</p><p>“You what?” Margaret asked.</p><p>Logan looked up at her. There was still anger in her eyes. Her face had turned a shade of red. It seemed clear that she felt violated by his theft and the pervy things she’d assumed he’d done.</p><p>“I wear them,” he admitted once more.</p><p>Logan expected there would be more screaming. It was probably a little less gross that he wore her panties, but not much. He knew she had every right to be pissed. He wasn’t sure he’d broken a law, but she could almost certainly get him in all sorts of trouble if she wanted to. She could probably call his boss and get him fired.</p><p>“Show me,” Margaret said.</p><p>Logan looked up in surprise. “What?”</p><p>She dropped the panties into his hands and said, “If you wear my panties, show me. Get naked and put them on.”</p><p>Logan stood up and started towards his bedroom before Margaret stopped him. “Do it right here, Logan. Get naked and put my panties on right here.”</p><p>Logan hesitated.</p><p>“Now!” Margaret yelled.</p><p>His shoulders sagged as he slowly stripped. He felt embarrassed. Margaret was a remarkably beautiful woman and he’d always felt like he wasn’t even remotely in her league. She dated guys far better looking than him, a few of whom he’d seen shirtless in their shared apartment. He’d always assumed Margaret moved in with him because she didn’t have the slightest bit of interest in him.</p><p>When he hesitated in taking off his underwear, Margaret said, “Really, Logan? This is where modesty takes over? You’ve been caught stealing my panties and you think your little dick is going to be the thing that changes how I feel about you?”</p><p>Logan finally stripped naked, revealing the small penis that Margaret seemed to suspect he had. She stifled a laugh as he did so and Logan felt the humiliation she was no doubt intending to deliver.</p><p>“Put them on, Logan. Show me how your little dick looks in my panties,” Margaret demanded.</p><p>Logan stepped into the pink lace panties and pulled them up his legs. He couldn’t help but feel the same pleasure he always felt as the soft fabric moved over his skin and hugged his cock and balls.</p><p>Margaret studied him before offering her verdict with a smile. “They’re cuter than I thought they’d be,” she said.</p><p>Logan wasn’t sure what to say.</p><p>“I mean, most guys wouldn’t look good in panties, but you’re not like most guys, are you? I mean, clearly you’re not. Most guys that steal panties do it so they can sniff them and jerk off or so they can cum in them. Not you, though. You do it so you can wear them, and I can see why. You look pretty good in panties, Logan.”</p><p>Logan hesitantly replied, “Thank you.”</p><p>“Does it turn you on?” she asked.</p><p>Logan nodded. “I don’t know why,” he added.</p><p>Margaret stood and said, “Put your clothes on. Leave the panties on. We’re going out.”</p><p>“Where are we going?” Logan asked as he got dressed.</p><p>“You don’t ask questions, Logan. You do what you’re told, do you understand?” she said.</p><p>Logan nodded without thinking.</p><p>“Let’s go,” Margaret said as she walked towards the door with her car keys in hand.</p><p>Logan followed. A part of him knew he was making a mistake, but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to know what Margaret had in mind.</p><p>“There was a time when I would have moved out and moved on with my life,” Margaret said as they climbed into her car. “I’m smarter than I was then, though. Now I know that a guy like you can be useful to a woman like me.”</p><p>Logan wasn’t sure what she meant, but he couldn’t help but be a little intrigued.</p><p>The rest of the drive was silent and it wasn’t until they pulled into a shopping center parking lot that Logan realized what their ultimate destination was.</p><p>“I will not continue to live with a panty thief,” Margaret said as she pulled into a space in front of Victoria’s Secret.</p><p>She got out of the car and Logan followed. His heart pounded. He knew what was coming. He knew Margaret was taking him panty shopping.</p><p>A perky young blonde woman met them moments after they entered the store.</p><p>“Hi there. I’m Emily. Welcome to Victoria’s Secret. Can I help you find anything?” she asked in a voice that Logan found surprisingly seductive.</p><p>Margaret smiled and gestured to him as she said, “My roommate here has a bit of a problem.”</p><p>“Oh, what’s that?” Emily asked.</p><p>“He likes to wear panties and he keeps stealing mine to feed his need.”</p><p>Emily turned to Logan and said, “You shouldn’t do that,” in a voice he still found seductive. She turned back to Margaret and asked, “Are you here to help him pick out a few pairs of his own?”</p><p>“We are.”</p><p>“What kind of panties does your roommate seem to like?” Emily asked.</p><p>Logan burned with humiliation as he looked around the store. He hoped no one else was close enough to hear the conversation. He didn’t want anyone else knowing why he was there. He wished Margaret hadn’t shared his habit with Emily.</p><p>“Well, he’s wearing a pair of boyshorts right now. I’m not sure what else he’s stolen though,” Margaret said as she turned to him. “Logan, dear roomie, what kind of panties do you prefer to wear?”</p><p>Logan’s face felt like it was on fire. He was certain it had turned a bright shade of red. He wished he’d never left the house, that he’d been the one to move out.</p><p>“I…I…I don’t know,” he said.</p><p>“Logan, honey, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” Emily said as she approached him. She put her arm around him and leaned closer to whisper, “Lots of guys come in here to buy panties for themselves. Most of them lie and say they’re for a girlfriend, but it’s always obvious which ones are shopping for their own supply. It’s so rare that I get to actually help a guy who wants to own a pair of pretty panties. Won’t you let me help you?”</p><p>In that moment, Logan wished he could marry Emily. She seemed like the most wonderful woman in the world, though he knew it was only because she was offering him a bit of kindness in his time of deep humiliation.</p><p>“I like any kind that offers a little more…coverage in front,” he said softly.</p><p>“Of course you do,” Emily said as he fingers moved to Logan’s lower back. He felt a wild surge of arousal move through him. It seemed like she was getting a little bit friendly.</p><p>“You don’t want your cute little cock and balls slipping out of your underwear, do you?” she said in a voice that seemed so sweet that he couldn’t find it in him to be annoyed at her obvious denigration of his genitals.</p><p>She happened to be right, too. “That’s right,” he said.</p><p>“What color is your favorite?” Margaret asked.</p><p>“What color are you wearing right now?” Emily chimed in.</p><p>“Pink,” Logan said.</p><p>Emily turned to Margaret and asked, “How do they look on him?”</p><p>“Better than you’d think.”</p><p>Emily smiled. “I must see them. Would you let me see them on you, Logan? Would you let me see your cute little cock and balls in those pink panties you’re wearing?”</p><p>Logan looked from Emily to Margaret. He was hoping his roommate would offer him a reprieve. He didn’t want to show another girl the panties he was wearing.</p><p>“Of course he’ll let you see them,” Margaret said. “After all, someone that loves wearing panties so much that he resorts to stealing them must love showing them off.”</p><p>“Come,” Emily said as she led them to the back of the store. She took them into the employee area and behind a curtain, offering Logan a measure of privacy.</p><p>“Strip, Logan,” Margaret demanded. “Show her what she wants to see. Strip to just your panties, too. Let her see what a boy like you looks like in pretty, girly underwear.”</p><p>Logan did as he was told. Every bit of it felt painful, though.</p><p>“Oh my gosh. You’re totally right. He looks adorable in them,” Emily said as she stepped closer.</p><p>For a moment, Logan was certain she was going to reach out and grasp his panty-clad cock and balls.</p><p>“You can do whatever you want with him,” Margaret said. “I certainly plan to.”</p><p>Emily smiled and stepped closer. Logan could smell her perfume. The soft material of her blouse gently brushed against his chest.</p><p>Her fingers moved over the front of his panties. His cock responded by growing. “Does it feel good when I touch you, Logan?” she asked in a soft voice.</p><p>“Yes,” he said.</p><p>She grabbed his cock and balls and gave them a gentle squeeze before rubbing him. It wasn’t long before Logan was rock hard.</p><p>“I’m so glad you came to see me,” she said before stepping back and releasing his cock. “It looks even cuter when it’s hard.”</p><p>“I know,” Margaret said. “Now I know why he hasn’t had a girlfriend in the two years we’ve been living together. It’s gotta be hard to keep a girl around when you’re wielding that little thing between your legs.”</p><p>Emily stifled a laugh as she looked down at Logan’s little dick in the pink panties.</p><p>“Why don’t you wait here,” she said. “I’ll find a few pairs of panties that you can try on for us. You’re not leaving here until you have at least a few suitable pairs of brand new, feminine underwear. Okay?”</p><p>“That would be lovely,” Margaret said.</p><p>Emily turned to leave and Margaret once again looked down at Logan’s cock.</p><p>“I was right about you,” she said.</p><p>“What do you mean?”</p><p>“You’re going to be very useful, Logan, especially since I got a nice video of you modeling your panties for Emily. So even if you’re not interested in doing what I tell you, I’m pretty sure you’ll do it anyway. You don’t want the world to see that you’re a panty boy, right?”</p><p>Logan shook his head. He should have been angrier about the threat of blackmail, but he couldn’t help his excitement at the notion that Margaret had something more in store for him.</p><p>“What will you make me do?” he asked.</p><p>“You’re not going to know until I tell you, Logan. That’s half the fun of it. You’re just going to have to wait like a good little panty boy, aren’t you?”</p><p>Logan was about to ask another question when Emily stepped through the curtain with six pairs of panties in her hands.</p><p>“Perfect,” Margaret said.</p><p>Logan tried on each pair. He listened as the girls commented on how cute they looked and repeatedly insulted the size of his cock and noted how it looked better in panties than it would in men’s underwear.</p><p>“You were meant for panties, Logan,” Margaret said at one point.</p><p>“It’s more like a clit,” Emily added after Logan tried on the third pair.</p><p>By the time he was finished, Logan had a throbbing erection and four pairs of panties to take home.</p><p>“I think that’s the only dick I’ve seen that I feel absolutely nothing towards,” Emily said. “I mean, nothing at all. It’s like it’s not even a dick. It’s just a little fleshy nub that has little to no purpose.”</p><p>Margaret laughed and Logan wished his erection would go away so it didn’t seem like he was into the humiliation. He couldn’t help but stay hard though.</p><p>“All right, panty boy,” Margaret said as she handed Logan the pair of pink boyshort panties he’d worn on his way in. “Get dressed and let’s get home.”</p><p>Logan dressed quickly and they left the back room.</p><p>As they stood at the register, Margaret said, “Logan, what do you say to Emily?”</p><p>There was another girl at the register just a few feet away and a handful of customers that would absolutely hear what Margaret wanted him to say.</p><p>Emily looked up at him and stopped ringing up their purchases. She was clearly going to wait.</p><p>“Thank you for helping me find panties,” he said.</p><p>“Logan, do you really think that’s good enough?” Margaret asked.</p><p>He felt a deep sense of discomfort. Some of the customers were looking at him. Still, he did what was expected of him.</p><p>“Thank you, Emily, for helping me find pretty panties to wear that make me feel more like the kind of man I was meant to be,” he said.</p><p>Someone snickered from behind him, but Margaret reached out and gave his ass a good squeeze before saying, “Very good.”</p><p>Emily finished ringing them up and Logan paid. “Thank you,” he said while taking the bag of panties from her.</p><p>“Have fun with him,” Emily said to Margaret.</p><p>“I will,” Margaret replied before they both laughed.</p><p>Logan knew he was beginning a journey he would likely regret, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop it. He couldn’t say no. He couldn’t move out. He had to go along with it.</p><p>“Thank you,” he said to Margaret.</p><p>She smiled and said, “It’s going to be all my pleasure, Logan. Trust me.”</p><p>Logan knew he might not like it, but he desperately wanted to know what she had planned. He was ready to explore, even if it meant more humiliation. He was ready for anything, or so he thought.</p>