Dressed for the Role - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: You’ll Wear It Properly

YOU’LL WEAR IT PROPERLY

I didn’t sleep well.

I peeled them off as soon as I got home—panties first, then the pantyhose, rolling them down in the bathroom. Tossed them in the corner and tried to not even look at them.

But now they’re back in my hands.

It’s morning. The light is clean and unforgiving, and I’m standing in front of my mirror, bare from the waist down, holding a pair of black lace panties and a bundle of tan nylon that still smells faintly like her perfume.

I stare at my reflection. My cock twitches—just slightly—and I hate that. I hate how easy it is. One whiff of her scent, one glance at the high-cut hips and delicate little bow on the waistband, and I’m halfway hard.

I told myself I wouldn't wear them again. That it was a one-time thing. That I could explain it away, laugh it off if I had to. But even now, part of me knows I won’t get away with that.

They’ll check.

With a sharp breath, I step into the panties. I have to guide myself in, tucking and adjusting until everything’s snug and humiliating. Then I sit down and roll the pantyhose up my legs—slow, careful, feeling every inch of nylon stretch and cling. Nude, sheer, and already slightly snagged from my mistake yesterday, they clung to my legs like a second skin. I was hard. Again. And I hated that.

I rifled through my drawer and tugged on a pair of loose black boxers and pulled tall socks up over the pantyhose. It was a stupid idea, but it made me feel...safer. Like maybe I could get through today unnoticed. Like maybe I could be a man again, just for a few hours.

I avoid the mirror on the way out.

Into the Office

The office is too bright. Too quiet.

As I try and quickly escape to my desk with the hope that yesterday was just a fever dream and today would be a return to normal, I notice that Jon’s door is open. I can see that Rachel’s already inside. She’s lounging on the sleek black leather couch like it’s her living room, one leg draped over the other, coffee in hand. She’s wearing red today. Red dress and sharp heels. Like she dressed to be obeyed.

As I cross their line of sight, Jon glances up. “Come in here.”