Carlene
Carlene was surprised to get home from school before Mom and Dad. But she was not disappointed. Ever since her brother had left for college, and had left some of his underwear behind, she had longed for the chance to try it on. Normally, she would have changed out of her school clothes before getting into her brother's stuff, but she didn't know how much time she had left.
Carlene went to a Protestant school. The girls' uniforms were below-the-knee dresses—not skirts, like the Catholic school uniforms, since those girls could roll them up and make them into micro-minis, something you couldn't do with a dress. In addition, Carlene had to wear a slip underneath. Every so often, one of the girls' vice principals would do a check. It was probably illegal, but the parents who sent their kids to this school weren't about to complain. So, Carlene had to wear a dress and a slip every day to school. What a bummer.
But now she was home alone, and already taking off her sissy girls' panties. Her brother had left a couple of pairs of briefs, some boxers, and a jockstrap in his dresser. He had played football, and his practice jersey was still in his closet, too. She put on the jock first. It was a bit loose, but it didn't fall off. She pulled up her dress and slip and looked at herself in the mirror. Did he wear the jock alone, or did he wear underwear over it? She put on a pair of briefs over the jock, then took them off and put on the boxers. Finally, she put on the boxers over the briefs. She looked in the mirror, then lay on her brother's bed, enjoying the feel of the boy's underwear.
"Carlene?" her mother called. She was coming up the stairs. Carlene panicked. What could she do? She didn't have time to take off her brother's stuff before Mom came into the room. She stood up as her mother came into the room. "What are doing with your brother's football shirt? It does look kind of cute on you."
Carlene didn't know what to say. "I was wondering if I could give it to Chrissy," who was her best friend. "She liked Tom, and I thought she might like this now that he's gone to college. I...I didn't think it would fit her, but she's about my size, so I guess it would look okay on her. What do you think?"
"That's fine," said Mom. "I don't think Tom would mind." Carlene breathed a sigh of relief. "Is everything okay? I'm sorry we were late getting home. You must have just gotten home yourself. You haven't even changed yet."
"I'm fine. If you don't mind, I'll go change now," said Carlene, looking forward to wearing Tom's underwear with her new jeans.
"Oh, honey, there's no time for that. Don't you remember? We have to go to the airport to pick up Aunt Ellen and Uncle Gilbert; then we're going straight to the theater and dinner."
"Oh," said Carlene.
"You'll have to wear your school clothes, but that's okay. You look like such a young lady."
"Uh-huh," said Carlene, now realizing that she would be feeling like a boy around her butt, but looking like a "young lady"—ugh—to everyone else.
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