PANTY THIEF - CHAPTER 2 [PATREON EXCLUSIVE]

CHAPTER 2

Lucy managed to concentrate on her test that afternoon, but Thom came to mind the second she stopped thinking about political science. Once she’d turned her test in after checking over it ten different times, she thought of nothing but how she was going to get back at Thom for stealing her thong and cumming all over it.

That was not the behavior she expected from her boyfriend. He was supposed to be the basketball jock. The hot guy who also played tennis and soccer and wasn’t afraid to show off his body at the swimming pool. He was supposed to be the guy that made all of Lucy’s friends jealous, which he did, but they would not be jealous if they found out he liked to wear thongs in his free time.

Lucy was humiliated.

She thought for sure that Thom was secretly gay until she did some research online and found out a lot of interesting information about crossdressers, like the fact that most of them were straight. Lucy chewed on that information as she went on about her day, wondering what else Thom liked.

Would he wear dresses?

Makeup?

Wigs?

Lucy liked Thom as a person. They loved to go watch sports together, and he wasn’t a dumb jock. They had intelligent conversations about politics and what they thought would be best for the country, and they weren’t afraid to disagree. Lucy loved hearing what Thom thought, and he listened to her better than any of her ex-boyfriends.

Lucy had been thinking about a future with Thom until she walked in on him pleasuring himself while wearing a red thong of hers, but was his desire to wear lingerie a dealbreaker?

When Lucy first left her apartment, she thought absolutely. Yes. There was no way she thought their relationship could continue, but ever since the research after her test, she wasn’t so sure.

She wanted to talk to Thom, so she’d invited him over to her house to have dinner. She picked up some Middle Eastern food on the way home. Rice, kabobs, hummus, and all that. She loved the flavors, and it reheated well in case they didn’t finish all the food.

She was arranging everything on her dining table when Thom knocked on the door. Lucy had changed into a little black dress with a pair of matching flats and black tights. She took a deep breath as she stood in front of the door and placed her hand on the knob.

“Lucy, please. I can—”

“Shh,” Lucy said and put up her finger. “Don’t panic. I only want to talk.”

Thom swallowed hard. His eyes looked crazed, but he didn’t say a word as he stepped through the door with his head hanging low. He felt like such a putz for thinking he wouldn’t get caught wearing his girlfriend’s thong. He should have known better. He should have thought twice before doing something so stupid and humiliating.

“Sit down,” Lucy said and pointed at the couch. “Wait right there.”

Thom sat and put his hands into his lap, feeling much smaller than normal. He was normally the guy everyone wanted to be, but who in the world would want to take his place now?

Nobody.

Thom didn’t know what Lucy was doing until she walked back into the room with the soiled red thong hanging from the end of a pencil. Thom’s face reddened immediately. He never wanted to see that thong again in his life, yet there it was taunting him.

“Please, Lucy. Forgive me.”

“I’m not as angry as you might think, Thom.”

“You’re not?” he asked in a weak voice.

Lucy shook her head as she sat in the chair adjacent to the coffee table, still holding the thong in the air. She wanted Thom to see it. She wanted Thom to remember how he’d been on her bed in the most inappropriate of ways that morning, but Lucy had gained perspective during the day.

She knew that Thom wasn’t alone. There were plenty of guys like him out in the world, so she was sitting there with an open mind, potentially ready to forgive Thom… if he was willing to play by her rules. If he was willing to let her play a role in his girly desires.

“How long have you been wearing my thongs?” she asked.

“It was my first time! I swear!”

“Fine, how long have you wanted to wear my thongs?”

Thom took a minute before shrugging and averting his eyes. He was the jock! The stud! He wasn’t a guy who was supposed to want to wear panties and thongs, but they’d been on his mind for years.

“That’s not an answer, Thom!”

“I don’t know! A long time!” Thom shouted, getting frustrated with himself and with Lucy. Why did she have to come home early? Why didn’t he just take her thong and go home to play with it?

“Really?” Lucy asked with a purr.

“Yes, Lucy! I’m not a fag, though!”

“Hey! There’s nothing wrong with being gay!” Lucy hollered and pointed in Thom’s face with the pencil holding the thong. He grimaced and tried to push it away, but she only laughed and tried to hold it closer, teasing him with the fabric that’d been soiled by his load.

“I’m sorry! Will you get that thing out of my face? I was just making sure that you knew I’m not gay.”

“I’m not going to lie, Thom. When I first found you in a thong, I thought for sure that you were, but then I did a bit of research and found out that most crossdressers are straight, and I got to thinking.”

“What? You think I’m a crossdresser?” Thom asked in an exasperated voice. He wished more than anything he could go back to before Lucy had caught him in her thong. She was already looking at and treating him differently. He hated it.

“Isn’t that why you like to wear panties?”

“I was only curious! It won’t happen again!”

“Oh, it won’t? You swear on your life?”

“I… I… why are you doing this to me, Lucy? Can’t we just forget this ever happened and go back to how things were? Come here and sit on my lap,” Thom said and stretched his arms wide as he moved toward Lucy, but she put her hand in his face to stop him.

“We’ve moved past that, Thom.”

“Lucy, please!”

“No, you, please! You go around acting like you’re this big, macho guy, which is fine, but you’re too much of a pussy to even admit what you like in the bedroom. What if I’m excited about this development? What if I wanted to help you?”

“Do you?”

Lucy shrugged. “Are you going to act right if I do?”

“What do you mean by act right?”

“Be a good boy and do what I say.”

“I don’t know,” said Thom. “What are you trying to make me do? I swear it was nothing. I was only curious when I put on your thong! It won’t happen again, Lucy!”

“You say that, but I have a hard time believing you.”

“Trust me, it won’t happen!”

Lucy reached to pick up the soiled thong she’d placed on the floor, but Thom threw his hands out to stop her. He didn’t want that thong in his face again, and they both knew that he would put on another one in the future, so he confessed.

“Fine, so what if you’re right?”

“I want to help you, Thom. Why don’t you stop working against me and let me do that?”

“How do you want to help me?”

“I want to make you feel like a girl,” said Lucy.

“Like a girl how?” Thom asked in that weak voice that got Lucy a little wet between the knees.

She’d never seen him so small and vulnerable. He was usually on top of the world, so Lucy wouldn’t mind knocking him down a peg. Maybe it would make him more relatable. More loveable. She cared for Thom, but sometimes he could be a major asshole.

“Why don’t we start by shaving your legs?”

“Shave my legs? What? No way!”

“You’re either going to shave your legs, or you can get out of my apartment.”

“Like for good?”

Lucy nodded slowly. She was done with the games, done letting Thom think he was in charge of every situation he encountered. Few people ever stood up to him, but he wasn’t going to get away with this so easily. Lucy was going to make sure he paid a bit for putting on her thong without permission. If she hadn’t come home early to grab that book, she was certain that Thom never would have said a word.

“What will you tell people?”

“About why we broke up?”

Thom didn’t meet Lucy’s eyes as he nodded. She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Wow, so you’re willing to dump me to avoid shaving your legs?”

“I don’t want to break up with you, Lucy, but you’re not leaving me much of a choice. What will I say when the guys see me at practice or in the locker room? If my legs are all smooth and shit, they’ll know something is up!”

“That’s not my problem. To answer your question, though, I’ll tell people the truth. I don’t care what anyone thinks about you wearing a thong.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Why wouldn’t I? Everyone would feel sorry for me if I told them I came home to you jacking off in my thong, which again, is the truth. I love you, though, Thom, and I’m trying to give you the chance to make it right. Let’s see how far you’ll go, and if you do what I say, nobody will know any differently. We’ll go back to being the campus’s power couple.”

“You promise?” asked Thom. He didn’t want to shave his legs and play Lucy’s games, but what choice did he have?

Lucy gave him a look that told him exactly how she felt.

“Fine,” Thom said in a low voice and slowly stood from the couch to head to the bathroom, where Lucy gave him everything he would need to make his body smooth and girly.