Justin was walking back home on Saturday from the YMCA with his younger brother eleven-year-old Sean. The YMCA was in a rather tough section of the town. Justin noticed his brother kept pulling at his sports shorts. "Got a comfort problem there buddy?"
"Not really," chuckled Kevin. "Some of my pals were there and sometimes we play jokes on each other. One of them must have taken my underwear."
"I see," replied Justin.
"Oh Justin. I hope you won't mind. But I played around with your new pet mouse. When did you get him?"
"A short time ago." In a more serious tone, Justin told his brother, "You really should have asked me first."
Turning red acknowledging his guilt, Sean responded, "Yeah, I should have. Sorry Justin."
"Well ok. But what did you think of it?"
"I have never seen a mouse like that. The eyes look human. The sounds it makes sounds like a person squeaking. And those huge round, pink ears. It was fun to play with. And intelligent. It did what I told it to do. Justin, where did you find it?"
Justin's face looked strained for a moment. "At some point I'll tell ya."
"Ok."
A short while later they started to pass an alley. Two guys suddenly jumped out carrying guns. "Get behind me Kevin. His brother did as he was told. Justin looked at the two men defiantly. One who was the apparent leader was a stocky guy about twenty cladded in worn denim with a blue bandana wrapped around his forehead. The other guy was a thin spindly teenager around eighteen with black curly hair also dressed in denim. He appeared to Justin to be very nervous and rather uncomfortable in what he was doing.
"Ok fork it over," said the stocky guy. Justin just stood there silent. Then in a flash he jumped and spun his right leg knocking the gun out of his hand. Landing a few feet from the guy. As he was about to move Justin reached out and touched him. The man vanished.
Kevin in a start opened his eyes. To what just happened to the thug. And suddenly he felt something soft and warm appear around his waist. Extending the waistband to his sports shorts Kevin saw he was wearing a pair of light brown briefs. He was confused.
The other thug just stood there shaking and dropped his gun. "I-I-wouldn't have fired."
"I know you wouldn't have. I want to have a few words with ya.
The nervous thug said, "Please don't hurt me."
"I promise," replied Justin. "I won't."
"Justin, I am wearing now a pair of underpants. What the....is going on?" questioned Kevin.
"Just wait Kevin. I'll explain in a minute." He turned and went into the alley with the nervous thug.
Kevin was so confused. The minute the man disappeared the underwear appeared on him. "Can't be," mutter Kevin to himself. Kevin did find the underwear was very comfortable. Very soft and warm. He did feel a few times this kind of vibration.
When Justin came back, he was alone. "What happened to the other guy.?"
"Oh, he left. He isn't a bad guy just confused. And yes, Kevin you are wearing living underwear. Now that creep can serve a useful service."
Kevin made a nervous laugh. He then said, "So, that mouse was a person before."
"Yeah, a guy that really raked on me. I didn't intend for it to happen. It just did. Then I realized I have magical powers."
Kevin made a smirk, "I must say this living underwear sure feels good. But I wouldn't mind a human mouse myself."
"First things first Kevin." And the two continued home.