You had planned a sleepover with your best friend, Jerry. You were getting packed, but your mom was being an asshole and told you that you couldn't wear your binder or any boxers there. Jesus, what was wrong with that woman? You reluctantly packed bras and underwear, sighing along the way and shooting her passive-aggressive glares as you zipped up the duffel bag.

She dropped you off and walked up to the house, knocking as Jerry let you in. You guys hung out for a few hours, playing video games for a little bit and watching a few episodes of 'The Guild'. You were in his room, examining his limited edition figures as his eyes glanced at your bag, which was slightly open.

"What are these doing in there?" Jerry asked, kneeling next to it and pulling out one of your pairs of panties with two fingers pinched on the end. You could have sworn you felt your heart in your throat as your blood ran cold.