it has happened to me before, but each time a stray undergarment finds it's way into my laundry i lose a little more hope for mankind.
tonight they were red. and. lycra.
and when i actually held them up to figure out if they belonged to a man or a woman i couldn't tell. first i saw them from rear and was undecided. when i turned them around to view the front, i nearly blanched and passed out:the crotch was gone. cut out with scissors or sharp teeth.
when i was returning from the laundry room i'd seen a drag queen leaving his/ her apartment. could they be his/ hers i wondered? i scrambled into my place and locked the deadbolt. both of them. just for added security while i inspect. i held them up, way up, just to get a good look. then i read the tag. size: medium thirty-two-thirty-five. as i feared:: they were man panties.
i wish i would quit being the one to find such things in my laundry. otherwise someone might think i'm a pervert.
well, i'm not!
in the background::girls and boys:blur
2 comments:
You should sneak back into the laundry room and set the undies on the dryer or a folding table. Crotchless side down, of course. You wouldn't want to embarrass the owner should he/she be looking for them.
Not a pervert? Don't sell yourself short!
Personally, I think you should keep the man panties.
I think you should frame and hang this dubious, yet distinguished collection you are unwittingly amassing.
Just be careful, if that bitch Martha gets ahold of this idea every fag will be buying it in Pottery Barn
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