Carl stepped out of his house, the cool evening air sending a shiver down his spine, but the warmth of Alex’s red fabric against his skin provided an oddly comforting contrast. As he made his way toward the park, he felt a rush of excitement mixed with guilt. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, imagining how Alex must feel, now trapped in his new form.
“Just wait till you see what else I’ve cooked up,” Carl muttered, pulling out the small device he had been working on—his Underwear Transmitter. The device was compact, resembling a pair of earbuds, but it glowed with a soft blue light, indicating it was ready for action.
With a grin, he pressed a button on the transmitter and attached it to the waistband of the red briefs. Almost instantly, he heard a wave of thoughts flood into his mind—Alex’s thoughts.
This is insane! I can’t believe Carl did this to me! I need to be changed back!
Carl laughed aloud, unable to contain his amusement. “What’s the matter, Alex? Don’t you like being my favorite pair of briefs?”
I can’t believe I’m actually stuck like this! Get me out of here, Carl!
“Come on, it’s not so bad!” he teased, feeling emboldened by the power he held over his friend. “You’re just getting a taste of life on the other side. Besides, I’ve always said you could use a little less ego!”
As they walked through the park, Carl reveled in the unique experience of having Alex’s thoughts so close. He could hear the wave of emotions Alex was feeling—confusion, frustration, and, surprisingly, a hint of comfort.
It’s warm in here, at least, Alex thought, his mind racing as he processed his new reality. But I can’t believe I’m actually being worn! Your hardon is stretching me out. This is humiliating!
“You know,” Carl said, his voice dripping with mischief, “I can hear you, right? It’s pretty funny to think about how you’re feeling snug up against my skin.” He felt a surge of power as he enjoyed Alex’s mounting discomfort.
This isn’t funny, Carl! Change me back!
“Maybe I will… eventually,” Carl replied, feigning indifference. “But come on! Just admit that being a pair of red briefs is a unique experience. We're best buds, and we've never been closer. You should embrace it!”
As Carl wandered through the park, he reveled in the strange dynamic. Every time he jogged or shifted, he could feel Alex’s frustration intensifying, but there was also a peculiar stillness—a softening of protest that suggested a growing acceptance. Alex is feeling more and more like he belongs in my pants, he thought. And that made him feel even more excited.
Okay, but if you don’t change me back soon, I’m going to… I don’t know… I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life! Alex shot back, though the hint of levity in his thought betrayed his inability to fully be angry.
“Haunt me? As a pair of underwear? That sounds kind of ridiculous,” Carl laughed, enjoying the banter. “Just think about it: you could be the most famous briefs in the world! Everyone would know you as the guy who became a pair of underwear!”
Carl approached a group of his classmates who were sitting at a picnic table, tossing around a frisbee. He felt a rush of nervous energy as he considered teasing Alex further. “I should show them my new accessory,” he said, grinning.
No, please don’t! They can’t see me like this!
“Why not? They’d totally understand. I mean, who wouldn’t want to see a pair of briefs with a mind of their own?” Carl replied, feeling a thrill at the thought of revealing Alex’s secret.
Carl, I swear… you better not! Alex’s thoughts were a mix of urgency and growing embarrassment.
As Carl approached the group, he decided to have some fun. “Hey, guys! Check out my new… uh… underwear!” he called out, lifting up his shirt slightly to reveal the bright red waistband.
His classmates turned, eyebrows raised in confusion. “What the heck, Carl?” one of them laughed. “Is that new? You look ridiculous!”
“Right? But it’s got a secret,” Carl said, unable to contain his grin. “It’s actually my friend Alex!”
The group erupted into laughter, and Carl could feel Alex squirming in discomfort, the embarrassment washing over him in waves. You are so dead when I get back to normal!
Carl held his phone up to record the reactions, knowing he could play it back later for extra amusement. “Come on, Alex! You’re not embarrassed, are you?”
I’m mortified! Get me out of here!
Just as the laughter echoed around them, Carl’s expression shifted. He began to sense Alex’s thoughts drifting toward an unexpected revelation. Wait, this… feels kind of nice, Alex admitted, albeit reluctantly. I mean, it’s warm and snug…
Carl raised an eyebrow, catching the subtle shift. “Are you saying you like being my underwear?” he teased, his voice dripping with mock sincerity.
No! I mean… sort of? It’s just… comfortable, okay?
Carl felt a mix of triumph and bewilderment. “So, it’s not all bad? Maybe I’ll keep you like this longer, then!”
You can’t be serious!
But even as Alex protested, Carl could sense a strange acceptance in his pal's thoughts, a mingling of frustration and an odd sense of relaxation. Carl smiled, soon Alex wouldn't even want to change back. He'll belong snug up against me all the time.