That bastard Vinnie has somehow stolen Ryan from you and now you are
stuck wearing Horst, in his new form as a satiny panty. You are
unable to remove the panty, you can snap the wasteband, even
reach in and massage your hardon, but you can't pull it off.
Worse yet, like Ryan before, you can sense Horst's thoughts. He seems
to be perfectly happy to be your special pair of panties, carressing
your hardon contentedly. It would be highly enjoyable, if it wasn't
so embarrassing.
You growl and pull up your pants. You don't want any of the other
guys to spot your new undergarment. As you walk out of the bathroom
stall you stunned as one of the girls you know walks by you and
giggles, as she enters the now empty stall. You look around
in confusion and realize that you are standing in the girls bathroom?
Turning to look into the mirrors over the sinks in the bathroom, as
you try to walk quickly out of the room, you stop as you notice your
image. Your jeans are tightly hugging your huge ass, and then
emphasize your narrow waist. You stumble towards the mirror,
watching your hips rock slightly, and your breasts wobble underneath
of your black tshirt. Your image isn't the of the young man you
were this morning, but rather a slighly chunky blonde girl with
large tits, with an unusual bulge in the front of her jeans.