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Don't Feed the Trolls - Ch. 02 (7K words)
🕑 Added 2024-12-14 09:54:43 +0000 UTC<ElevatedWit>
You are fucking disgusting.
The only reason I entertained your sick little attempt at trolling is because I feel sorry for you and how utterly pathetic your life must be.
YOU ARE A GAY LOSER!
Don't ever contact me again.
***
Whit tapped his fingers on the desk, waiting impatiently for the troll to reply. Obviously he didn't want to talk to him, but it would be satisfying to see the troll’s panicked response to getting shut down so ruthlessly. Nothing made a troll angrier than starving them of attention.
Unfortunately, after ten minutes the troll’s status still hadn't changed from Offline. Whit glared at the screen. Like that asshole had so much more important shit to do? Yeah right. Whit shrank the tab and tried to distract himself by browsing Reddit again, but he couldn't get the troll out of his head.
Last night had been fucking insane. Literally, that was the only explanation. Whit had a momentary lapse of sanity, probably because he was so tired with work and dealing with Varun’s bullshit and all the many other things going on in his busy life. Because otherwise he wouldn't have… he wouldn't…
Whit’s face burned red at the thought of what he had done the night before. Temporary insanity, that was all. Just over-exhausted confusion. He was NOT gay, and he was NOT a sissy, and he was never, ever, ever going to do anything like that ever again. So it wasn't worth dwelling on. It might as well have not even happened.
Whit shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It would be a lot easier to pretend it hadn't happened if he didn't feel quite so… sticky.
Fuck it. He checked his porn site DMs one more time (still no reply, the fucking troll was probably busy jacking off or some other degenerate crap) then slammed his laptop shut and stormed off to the bathroom.
He felt a lot better once he had cleaned himself off. Usually he just rotted in bed until it was time to leave for work, but a nice hot shower was a good way to start on a chilly September morning. It was so nice and cozy, he could just stay in here for hours, washing away the lingering stench of all the people who had been annoying him.
“Hey, man!” Varun poked his head through the bathroom door, “You mind if I–”
“What the fuck!” Whit yelped, almost slipping over in his haste to cover himself. “Get out! I'm fucking showering!”
“Sorry,” Varun winced, “But it's kinda urgent. And you didn't lock the door...”
“The lock is busted!” Whit glared at him from behind the shower curtain, “And the stupid landlord won't fix it, so unless you wanna hire a handyman or something, learn to fucking knock!”
“Shit, I forgot. My bad,” Varun said, looking appropriately contrite. Then he smiled sheepishly, “But, uh, I do kinda need to use the bathroom. I'll be super quick, I don't need the toilet or anything, just gotta get ready for work.”
Whit huffed. It wasn't his fault that Varun was too irresponsible to get ready for work on time. But he did need his roommate to stay employed if he wanted to make rent.
“Ugh, fine,” he said, “But I'm finishing my shower right after!”
“Uh, sure,” Varun said, “I'm right about to go.”
Whit reached for his towel, but he wasn't quite able to reach the towel rack while staying covered by the shower curtain. He tried standing on his tiptoes, but his foot nearly slipped again.
“Whoa, careful,” Varun said. He entered the bathroom and passed Whit his towel, politely averting his eyes. Whit blushed and snatched it out of his hand. He wrapped himself up, stepped out of the tub and plopped down on top of the toilet lid, scowling at Varun.
“Well?” he said, “Hurry up already. I don't have all day, Varun.”
“Just gonna sit there?”
“Yes! It's cold outside!”
Varun shrugged and got to work, and Whit sat on the toilet in a huff. Stupid Varun, ruining his shower like he ruined everything. Thought he was so smart because he got into some fancy uni, but he wasn’t even smart enough to knock on a door!
Varun did at least look smart today. He was wearing a pair of black slacks and a blue button-down, and had rolled up his sleeves while he busied himself at the sink. Whit was starting to feel very underdressed, what with being completely naked and all. His towel was around his waist, and did nothing to hide his pale, flabby upper body. But what was he supposed to do, wear it around his chest like a girl? Gross. Leave the bathroom? That would be ceding ground to Varun, and Whit refused to let anyone push him around like that. No, this was the right move.
Varun flicked on his electric trimmer and made some slight adjustments to his beard. Whit rolled his eyes. What a pathetic irony. A beard was supposed to be a symbol of manliness, but it was really a symbol that the owner spent hours fussing over their facial hair in the mirror like an effete. It was actually much manlier to have no beard at all, like Whit. The fact that his few attempts to grow a beard had resulted in patchy, scraggly facial hair that made him look like a pervert was irrelevant.
Varun finished styling his beard and moved on to his hair. Whit scoffed.
“This is a huge waste of time,” he said, “Nobody cares about what your hair looks like. If anything, obsessing over your appearance is actually a sign you're not focusing on your work.”
“You're kinda right, Bug,” Varun grinned, but he kept working on his hair, combing product through it to make a clean side part, “But people do care about this stuff, unfortunately. I'm still the new guy, so I gotta make a good impression. Once I've settled in I can wear jeans or whatever.”
“If you want to make a good impression, just do good work,” Whit sneered, “They're not paying you to be a model.”
“Hey, maybe one day,” Varun laughed, “And yeah, obviously I’m doing good work. But I’m telling you, little stuff like this matters. The guys in upper management are, uh, not super smart. If they see a sloppy guy working hard versus a guy in a suit who spends half the day browsing Reddit, they’re gonna promote the redditor every time.”
“Well, that’s fucking stupid,” Whit muttered. He had to admit, though, if a few minutes of self-grooming meant that Varun got to spend his workday screwing around on the internet, that was probably a worthy tradeoff.
“Tell me about it,” Varun sighed. He checked out his hair in the mirror, “What do you think? Looking good?”
“How the fuck would I know?” said Whit, “I’m not gay.”
“Alright, man,” Varun sighed. He picked up a pair of tweezers and leaned in towards the mirror. Whit watched on in horror. Surely not. Surely he wasn’t actually…
Varun plucked a hair out from between his eyebrows.
“Oh my god!” Whit said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Varun shrugged, “Priya doesn’t like the monobrow. I told you, little stuff matters.”
“So you’re plucking your eyebrows because of some stupid girl?” Whit scoffed, “That’s pathetic. That’s so beta.”
“That’s love, Bug,” Varun gave him a goofy smile, barely wincing as he plucked another hair. Whit rolled his eyes. “Hey, did I tell you the funny thing that happened at practice last night?”
“No. And I don’t care.”
“So they already bought jerseys,” Varun continued, still plucking away in the mirror, “Which kinda sucks, ‘cause it means I don’t get to pick my number. But get this, the reason they asked me to join is ‘cause one of the other guys dropped out last minute, and that guy’s last name was also Sharma! So I’m still getting a jersey with my name on it. Isn’t that wild?”
He grinned at Whit in the reflection. Whit looked back at him with scorn.
“You’re telling me a bunch of engineers in Vancouver know two Indian guys?” he said, “Wow. What are the odds?”
“I think it’s pretty funny,” Varun shrugged, “And kinda lucky. There’s some more senior guys on the team, so it’s a good chance to network, and they probably wouldn’t have asked me if it wasn’t for the name thing.”
“Wait,” Whit said, “So you’re on the team now? You’re actually becoming a hockey player?”
Varun set down his tweezers and turned around with a smile, “Hell yeah I am, dude.”
Whit stared at him in disbelief. He knew Varun had changed, but the depths he was willing to sink, the amount he was willing to sell himself out, was fucking disgusting.
Varun's smile faded, “Is everything okay, Bug?”
“No!” Whit snapped, “I’m meant to be in the shower right now! Aren't you done yet? Hurry up and leave! Plan better next time!”
“Okay, okay,” Varun said, looking hurt, “I'm sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to take a shower.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing! I'm glad you're making more of an effort with your hygiene, is all.”
“Fuck off! Get out already!”
Whit chased Varun out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Asshole! A short while later he heard the apartment door close, and sighed with relief. He got back in the shower and tried to return to the relaxed, cozy mindset he had before Varun barged in.
It was hard. Varun’s stupid, boring hockey story was bringing up bad memories from high school: memories of all the times the guys on the hockey team made fun of him, and shoved him into lockers, and spread lies about him jacking off in the showers after gym class. Those assholes had made his life hell, and Varun wanted to be just like them.
It also reminded Whit of his failed attempts to fight back, which had always ended with him limping away, bruised and humiliated. And that, shamefully, reminded him of the troll.
It was hard to get him out of his head, especially while his limp little cock was sitting there right in plain sight. Whit’s stomach turned. It really looked so gross, like a pale little worm sitting in a nest of pubic hair.
Wait a second. That gave Whit an idea
He had always heard that shaving your pubes made your cock look bigger. It made sense. Of course his cock had looked small last night; you couldn't even see all of it! If he shaved, it would look way bigger. Then he could send a revised picture to the troll, and he would officially have won the argument! He could walk away with his head held high and fully confident in his masculinity.
Whit was so pleased with his brilliant idea that he almost slipped again as he hopped out of the tub. He grabbed Varun’s electric trimmer, smirking at his own wickedness, and got to work shaving away his pubes. It was tricky work, but Whit had always been good with his hands, and before too long he had trimmed everything down to a much neater, less obstructive length.
Hmm.
His dick didn't really look any bigger.
Whit felt a little twinge in his tummy, but pushed it down. No, this was still a good idea. He wasn't dumb or anything, he had nothing to be embarrassed about, even if his cheeks were getting a little hot. He knew this wouldn't magically make his dick look huge, obviously. But, but… he just needed to go a bit further. Yes, that was it. He grabbed a new disposable razor and some shaving gel and stepped back into the shower.
Before too long he was finished again, and this time the difference was very noticeable. His private parts looked smooth and soft from the moisturizing gel. His dick still didn't look much bigger, but Whit reassured himself that it would probably be more noticeable when he was hard. Heh, that stupid troll wouldn't know what hit him. Whit would be living rent free in his head before too long.
The only issue was, the troll would probably realise that Whit had shaved. It would be really embarrassing if he figured out he had done it specifically to make his dick look bigger. It would give the impression that Whit actually cared what the troll thought. Which he did not, obviously, he just wanted to set the record straight.
Luckily, Whit had another clever idea. Lots of men shaved their bodies for completely normal reasons, like sports! If Whit claimed he had shaved because he was a swimmer, the troll wouldn't be able to make fun of him. Even better, the troll was doubtlessly a basement-dwelling loser who never exercised at all, so he would feel even more inferior knowing that Whit was an athlete. Whit grinned as he got to work, shaving his legs, and then on second thoughts continuing onto his butt, and chest, and pits, and even his arms. Better safe than sorry.
Once he was done, he luxuriated in the shower for a bit longer. The warm water felt amazing running over his newly smooth, sensitive skin, a mix of soothing and tingly. This really was a great idea.
With his job done, Whit toweled himself off and rushed back to his laptop. He opened up the porn site and was pleased to see the troll was online. He had even replied to Whit’s message, but in a typically annoying way.
<Footballfan43>
🤣🤣🤣
Whit smirked and typed out a reply.
<ElevatedWit>
What a surprise, you couldn’t resist messaging me again. Clearly you have nothing better going on in your life.
<Footballfan43>
u came crawlging back to see real mans dick again?
<ElevatedWit>
NO!
He took a deep breath. Steady. He had to keep his cool. He didn’t want to give the troll the satisfaction of getting upset. He was too smart for that.
<ElevatedWit>
Actually, I thought you might want to see another photo of my penis, because the one I sent last night wasn’t an accurate depiction of its true size in real life.
And because you’re gay and you like looking at penises.
<Footballfan43>
hahaaah i knew it
u photoshopped ur little clit to make look bigger
<ElevatedWit>
It’s not a clit! And I didn’t photoshop it! It really is that big!
I mean it’s actually bigger!
Stop trying to confuse me!
<Footballfan43>
poor little sissy u get confused easily hmm
tiny brain like ur tiny dick
Whit scowled. Okay, time to put his plan to work.
<ElevatedWit>
For your information, neither my brain nor my dick are tiny. The only reason it appeared small is that it wasn’t hard.
And before you point out that your dick wasn’t hard either, you should know that I’m aware of that. But I think it’s very clear that you are a shower, and I am a grower. When my dick is hard, it looks significantly bigger.
This was a bluff, but hopefully it would pay off. Whit knew his dick had been hard last night (although in retrospect, surely it wasn’t actually that hard. It was probably more like a semi), but without any hair obscuring it, it would hopefully look different enough on camera that he could trick the troll. The troll didn’t seem very intelligent, after all, so it shouldn’t be hard.
<Footballfan43>
🤣🤣🤣
<ElevatedWit>
I don’t know why you're laughing. I’ve laid out all my points in a clear, logical and intelligent way, and as usual you have no way to refute them!
<Footballfan43>
🤣🤣🤣
i m busy sissy
i do not have time to look at more photo of ur tiny shrimp
<ElevatedWit>
IT IS NOT TINY!
If anything, your penis is the embarrassing one. In Ancient Greece having a large flaccid penis was considered a sign of low intelligence; a stereotype which you clearly live up to.
Not that mine is small!
It's just that being a grower is obviously better than being a shower. Having a large flaccid penis serves no purpose, it just gets in the way and looks unsightly.
In a sexual situation, there is no reason for anyone to see your flaccid penis. It makes no difference what size your flaccid penis is, because a flaccid penis would always be covered by clothes, so you can’t discern the size anyway.
Whit ran his eyes back over his last few messages. He couldn’t remember ever saying the words “flaccid penis” so many times in a row before, but it looked like it all made sense. His logic was sound, as usual.
<Footballfan43>
no sissy
my gf loves my bulge it turns her on
ahahaha u have no bulge tho . ur dick would be invisible even in ur panties
Whit saw red. That was… that was just too far!
<ElevatedWit>
Don’t be fucking absurd! I don’t wear panties! And if I did, of course my dick would be visible in them!
<Footballfan43>
hauahuahh whatever u say sissy ellie, lie lie lie
<ElevatedWit>
I’ll prove it!
Whit realised what he had just promised right as his finger slammed down on the enter key, but it was too late. He stared at the screen in horror.
<Footballfan43>
kkkkkkkkkk
yea prove it
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Whit’s cheeks burned red as he typed.
<ElevatedWit>
Well I COULD prove it. But obviously I don’t own panties because I’m not a degenerate.
<Footballfan43>
just borrow ur gfs
o lmaooo
q have no gf?
Whit froze.
He didn't have a girlfriend, of course. He had actually never dated. Not because he couldn't, just because he didn't feel like it. He didn't need a woman to make his life complete. What would she even provide? Just clogging up his life with a bunch of dumb girly crap. No, he was fine without a girlfriend.
But he knew the troll would turn that around on him. There was no way he could answer that smug, typo-filled question without looking bad. There was only one solution.
For the first time in their conversation, Whit was going to have to tell an outright lie.
<ElevatedWit>
Of course I have a girlfriend.
She's actually really attractive, and kinky as well. We have hot sex all the time.
Whit sat back, nodding silently to himself. Yes, that worked. And actually, it wasn't even really a lie. Because he could have a girlfriend if he wanted to, and that's exactly what she would be like. It wasn’t a lie, it was more like a potential truth.
<Footballfan43>
🤣🤣🤣
ok sissy ellie. u can show me ur little bulge since u want to so bad
Whit's blood ran cold. Shit. He forgot that was what the whole girlfriend thing was about.
Okay. This was okay. He could still pull it together. All he had to do was go and buy some panties (and make sure they were appropriately sexy, as befitting the kinky girlfriend he had described) then try them on, take a photo (making sure his dick was nice and fluffed up first) and send it to the troll. Then there would be no question that Whit was a real man.
God, was he really going to go to all that effort? Was he actually going to buy panties just to win a stupid internet argument with some brain-dead troll on a porn site?
<Footballfan43>
🤣🤣🤣
Whit glared at the screen.
Yep. He sure was.
<ElevatedWit>
I have work right now. I'll send the pic afterwards.
<Footballfan43>
🤣🤣🤣
Scintillating conversation, as always.
***
Whit barely made it to work on time. Somehow his argument with the troll had lasted a lot longer than he realised. His supervisor gave him a suspicious look as he arrived, but there was still a minute before his shift began, so he couldn’t say anything.
Whit hated his job. He worked at the TELUS store in the local mall, and it was awful. He hated the stupid ugly polo shirt he had to wear, he hated the stupid ugly customers who always barged in to yell at him about their service, and most of all he hated his coworkers. They were so fake, always smiling those big plastic smiles, as if nothing could possibly make them happier than selling phone and data plans to grouchy old people every day.
Still, the job might be shit but it wasn’t all that demanding. Customers mostly avoided Whit when they saw the scowl on his face, so he got to spend most of his shift aimlessly wandering around the store. It gave him time to plan.
He couldn't go to a lingerie store. That was insane. Sure, he could tell the employees he was looking for something for his girlfriend (technically true, as long as he didn't specify whether or not the girlfriend existed) but it was still too risky. What if he ran into someone he knew? No, he needed to play it safe. There was a Winners in the mall, that was his best bet. He could just stroll in like a regular shopper, duck into the lingerie section, grab some panties when nobody was looking, pay at the self checkout, and get out of there before anyone noticed.
Whit nodded smugly to himself. This was a good plan. Only a really smart guy would be able to handle this troll situation as well as he had.
As soon as his shift ended, Whit was out of there, taking only enough time to throw a jacket over his uniform polo so he would be harder to identify if anyone spotted him. He went into the Winners, relieved to see that his timing had worked out. The store was almost empty, what with it being the middle of a workday, and there was only one woman in the lingerie section, browsing through sports bras. Whit hung around the perimeter, pretending he was extremely interested in a two-for-one special on scarves. On the inside, his heart was racing. The hair on his arms would've been standing up, if he hadn't shaved them smooth earlier that day.
As soon as this lady left, he had to move quickly, but he had to keep an eye out for employees as well. The last thing he needed was somebody coming up to him and asking what he was doing. No, quickly in and out, that was the way to do it. He steadied his breath, watching the woman from the corner of his eye, and as soon as she made her selection he pounced. Well, he didn't physically pounce, that was the opposite of what he was going for. But he sneaked into the lingerie section as quickly and casually as he could, keeping his head down, his shoulders hunched, and his hands stuffed in his pockets. Inconspicuous.
God, there were a lot more options than he had expected. The racks were all labelled according to style, a bunch of terms Whit didn't recognise. Full cut, midi, boyshorts (surely that was a misnomer?), bikini (wasn't that swimwear?)... Whit could feel himself getting panicked. What if he picked the wrong ones? What if he accidentally got granny panties (he had heard the term but wasn't sure exactly what it meant) and the troll thought his girlfriend was some gross old hag? What if somebody caught him, and filmed him, and he was on the news as the gay sissy pervert sneaking around in the Winners lingerie section?
He was having trouble keeping his breathing under control now, and that just made things worse. He couldn’t be seen heavy-breathing while looking at ladies underwear. He could hear the chorus of bullies in his head, chanting slurs at him. Fuck, he couldn’t do this! He was just about to give up and run out of the store, when he spotted one more rack, with a label he definitely recognised. Thongs. Those were sexy, there was no doubt about that. Whit smiled grimly. His quick thinking and cool head had saved him again.
He browsed the rack quickly, keeping one eye open for passersby. Winners wasn't Victoria's Secret or anything, but there was some cute stuff here. If you were into that, which Whit wasn't. Whit’s hand hovered over the rows of soft, sheer fabric. The pink one was kind of nice, oh, but the black one had a pretty lace design on the front panel… and then there was a pack of five simple day-to-day thongs, that was good value… no, what was he thinking? He didn't need five, he barely even needed one. He grabbed the lacy black thong, not bothering to check the size. It didn't need to fit perfectly. It was supposed to be his girlfriend’s after all, he was just borrowing it to prove the troll wrong.
Wait! He stopped dead. What if it was too big? Was there a chance that it actually wouldn't show his bulge? Surely not. But… he should really check, just to be safe…
He glanced at the dressing room, where a bored looking teenaged employee was sitting at the counter. If he grabbed a couple of shirts and hid the thong under his jacket… no. No, someone could spot him on a security camera, or notice he was walking weird, or the door to the changing room could break and spring open while he was exposed. Fuck, he was sweating now. Just go. Go, go, go, and hope that it fit alright.
He stuffed the thong under his arm and raced to the checkout. He passed an employee on the way there and almost jumped. Fuck, was she heading for the lingerie section? He had barely made it out. Fuck, fuck, too close. He passed the men's section on the way and snatched up a shirt that was easily five sizes too big, quickly folding it around the thong. Safe, for now. He just had to be careful at the checkout, and make sure that nobody was there glancing over his shoulder while he paid…
By the time he left Winners, Whit was a nervous wreck. It would all be worth it, though. There was no way the troll could turn this around on him.
***
<Footballfan43>
HAUAHAHAUAHUAHUAHAUHA
U ACTUALLY DID IT U FUCKING SISSY BITCH KKKKKKKKKKK
Whit’s heart sank.
Things had seemed so promising when he got home. The panties fit pretty much perfectly – well, perfectly for their intended purpose, obviously, it wasn't like Whit was actually going to wear them in real life. But they definitely weren't too big, and you could definitely see his bulge in them! Not that there had ever been any doubt. Still, it was a relief to see it there, distorting the lace design in an admittedly pretty ugly way. But of course it was ugly, the thong was designed for women, and Whit, as could clearly be seen, was a man.
So he had taken a photo, sent it to the troll, and sat back smugly to see how he would respond.
<Footballfan43>
im actually crying ellie
q are too damn funny
<ElevatedWit>
There's nothing funny about this!
You told me to prove it, so I did. My bulge is visible when I'm wearing panties, despite your insipid claims to the contrary. Thus disproving your argument that I have a small penis.
<Footballfan43>
🤣🤣🤣
i dontt think so sissy ellie
i think it is only visible bc u r so hard rn
wearing panties turns u on doesnt it u little sissy freak
Whit's jaw dropped. That was NOT true. Okay, yes, maybe his dick had gotten a little hard when he first put the thong on, but that wasn't for perverted reasons! It was just that the soft silky fabric touching his smooth-shaven skin felt so nice and teasing and tingly, and the strap of the thong pressing right between his cheeks felt so strangely stimulating, and looking down at the pretty, feminine design made his stomach flutter with nerves. But that wasn't a fetish or anything! It was just a natural male reaction, thinking about the type of girl who would wear that sort of thing. Like his girlfriend, who as far as the troll knew was real.
<ElevatedWit>
It most certainly does not! I have no interest at all in wearing women's clothing, especially not in a sexual context. The only reason I even have these panties is because my girlfriend left them at my place after we finished having extremely hot and kinky sex. Something you would know nothing about!
<Footballfan43>
idk ellie 🤔
for such a kinky girl she wear some v plain panties
not v sexy
even considering the model 🤮🤮🤮🤣🤣🤣
Whit scowled at those last few comments. God, it was like nothing he did was good enough for this stupid troll.
<ElevatedWit>
They're plenty sexy!
In fact, they're actually a thong.
<Footballfan43>
🤣🤣🤣
<ElevatedWit>
I'm serious!! Look!
Whit hopped up from his chair and switched on his webcam for another picture. He turned his back to the camera then arched over his shoulder so he could check in the screen. Crap, it wasn't really a good shot… maybe if he arched his back more and popped out his butt a little… yes, that worked, you could totally see that he was telling the truth now! He really was wearing sexy lacy black panties, and there was no doubt they were a thong because the back was almost swallowed up by his smooth, pale cheeks. He snapped a pic and sent it to the troll with a smirk. Try making fun of that, idiot.
<Footballfan43>
ur still wearing them!!
fuck ellie u r a true sissy bitch. so desperate to show off ur fat sissy ass for real men
<ElevatedWit>
No I'm not!
I don't like wearing them! And I'm not doing it for sexual reasons!
<Footballfan43>
u sure u r not a girl? no dick and a fat ass… suspsicios…
<ElevatedWit>
I HAVE A DICK! YOU’VE LITERALLY SEEN IT!
I’M NOT A GIRL AND I’M NOT GAY AND I DON’T GET TURNED ON BY WEARING WOMEN’S CLOTHES!!
<Footballfan43>
so why u didnt get changed?
Whit glared at the screen. Fuck, his stupid eyes were starting to water again. It wasn't his fault! How was he supposed to know he was meant to take the panties off? It was smarter to keep them on in case he needed to take another photo, which was exactly what happened! It wasn't weird!
He tried to calm himself down. He couldn't get worked up, that was how he kept getting into embarrassing situations. Just play it cool.
<ElevatedWit>
I didn’t get changed because it doesn’t matter. They're just clothes. Regardless of what I'm wearing I'm still a normal straight man.
Whit nodded to himself. That was good. Logical and rational. There was no way the troll could twist this into something bad.
<Footballfan43>
so u would have no issue wearing panties every day
<ElevatedWit>
Exactly.
<Footballfan43>
ok so prove it
Oh, god damn it.
<Footballfan43>
wear panties for the rest of the week. to work, when u see ur gf etc
or are u afraid ur horny sissy intsticnts will take over?
Whit gritted his teeth, thinking desperately for a way out of this. But there were only two options: do what the troll said, or back down and tacitly admit that he was right.
Scratch that. There was only one option.
<ElevatedWit>
I don't have “horny sissy instincts”, because I'm not a sissy, you pathetic troll.
So yes, I will wear panties for the rest of the week. Because I'm secure in my masculinity.
<Footballfan43>
🤣🤣🤣
Whit sighed. He knew he should've bought that five pack.
***
The second trip to Winners took a lot longer than the first. By the time Whit got to the mall, it was past five, and the store was much more crowded. He had to spend thirty gut-wrenching, butt-clenching minutes waiting for an opportunity to dart into the lingerie section and buy more panties. It was even harder, because this time he had to make sure they were the same size as the first pair, so the troll wouldn’t get suspicion about his girlfriend suddenly changing shape.
He did manage to snatch up that five pack of plain black thongs, but he was halfway to the checkout when he realised it wouldn’t work. The troll had already called him out for the first pair of panties not being sexy enough, he needed to up his game. But by then there were more customers around, and he had to wait around for another twenty-five sweaty minutes until the coast was clear again. His mind was racing the whole time. Should they all be thongs? Was it kinky to only wear thongs? It sounded right. But then surely his fictional girlfriend must have her fictional period sometimes, wouldn’t thongs be uncomfortable while that was going on? If the troll was telling the truth about having a girlfriend, he would know this stuff, and would be able to see through Whit’s ruse. In the end Whit managed to grab five pairs of passably sexy panties in a range of styles, but he didn’t want to risk spending anymore time hanging around to ditch the thongs. So, after another harrowing fifteen minutes waiting for the self-checkout to clear out, he left the store with a total of ten pairs of panties, plus another oversized shirt to hide them in.
At this point Whit had spent a significant amount of his day’s pay on women’s underwear, and he was not exactly psyched about it. It had been a long day, and he was tired, and cranky, and really needed to pee. When he finally made it back to the apartment, he slammed the door behind him and stormed right to the bathroom, where he nearly ran into Varun, who was crouching behind the door.
“Eek!” Whit squeaked, then corrected himself, blushing furiously, “What the fuck!”
“Shit, sorry!” Varun looked up at him sheepishly. Whit glared at him. Besides hiding behind the bathroom door like a psycho, Varun was also bizarrely half undressed. He was still wearing the same clothes he had worn to work, but he had unbuttoned his shirt. Whit’s eyes lingered on his former friend’s body for a moment. He was wearing a thin white undershirt, but it wasn’t doing much to hide his broad, brown chest, or the dark thatch of chest hair covering it. Whit felt his cheeks getting hot and quickly looked back up. Varun tilted his head, concerned, “You okay, Bug?”
“I’m fine,” Whit muttered. It was just a bit of an uncomfortable juxtaposition, seeing his roommate’s body, so big and brawny and masculine, while Whit was so hyper-aware of his own failings in that regard. He hid his shopping bag behind him hastily, glad that he was still wearing his jacket so Varun wouldn’t notice his hairless arms.
“Okay,” Varun said, but he still seemed suspicious.
“What are you doing, anyway?” Whit said, forcing some bluster into his voice, “Skulking around in the bathroom like a creep?”
“Just installing a new lock,” Varun smiled proudly, “I kept forgetting until you pointed it out this morning. But, voila! Now you don’t gotta worry about me walking in on you again.”
Sure enough, there was a shiny new bolt on the door, replacing the busted old one. Varun gestured Whit inside, and finished tightening the last few screws. Whit stared in disbelief. ‘
“You did that?” he said.
“Yep,” Varun grinned, “Finally putting my engineering degree to good use.”
“They taught you how to fix doors?”
“Oh, haha, no, that was just a joke,” Varun said, “But yeah, it just needed a new bolt. So I grabbed one from the hardware store on the way home.”
“But how did you know how to install it?”
“It came with instructions, but it’s just a couple screws. It wasn’t a big deal, really.”
“But, but…” Whit fumbled for words, “But how did you know how to do that? Don’t you need tools and stuff?”
Varun shrugged, “I dunno, I guess it’s just the kinda stuff you pick up after you move out, y’know?”
Whit’s face went red. He had moved out of his parents house several years ago, but he had definitely not learned any of this kind of stuff. That lock had been broken for over a month before Varun moved in, and his plan had just been to keep emailing the landlord until he finally called in a professional. But Varun just fixed it all by himself?
It wasn’t fair! Nobody ever told Whit you had to learn that sort of stuff, and now Varun wanted to shove it in his face like he was so much better than him? Like it wasn’t enough that he was tall, and he had a beard, and a girlfriend, and a high-paying job, no, he had to do this, too. This issue that had been bugging Whit for weeks, he just swooped in and fixed it like it was no big deal. Like only a stupid little sissy would have any trouble with something like that.
Oh, fucking hell, Whit could feel himself tearing up again. He turned away so Varun wouldn’t see.
“So, hey,” Varun said, “I was talking to Priya about her maybe coming up to visit–”
“I don’t care!” Whit snapped, “And you didn’t need to fucking fix the lock anyway if you would just learn how to fucking knock!”
He flung the door open, secretly hoping the stupid lock would fall out when it hit the wall. But no, of course not, of course fucking Varun had attached it so fucking perfectly it would probably remain fixed in place for decades after the rest of the building had crumbled to dust. He stomped into his bedroom, slammed the door behind him, and flung himself down at his desk to message the troll again.
<ElevatedWit>
Hey you stupid fucking troll!
I hope you had a good time laughing at me taking completely normal photos that you LITERALLY ASKED FOR!
You can call me a sissy all you want but it doesn’t change the fact that YOUR A GAY LOSER!
I have a GREAT JOB and AMAZING FRIENDS and a SUPER HOT GIRLFRIEND and you have NOTHING!
The troll didn’t reply, and Whit realised that once again, he had gone offline. He groaned in frustration. He tried to distract himself by getting into arguments on Reddit again, but for some reason it just wasn’t working. He kept flicking back to the porn site DMs and staring at his last few messages.
They were good messages. He had totally owned the troll. But for some reason they just made him feel sick.
Oh, god damn it. That was why. He had used the wrong “Your”. Hopefully the troll didn’t notice that, or he would think Whit was a total idiot.
He scrolled back up, just to get the typo off the screen, and landed on something the troll had said before.
<Footballfan43>
u sure u r not a girl? no dick and a fat ass… suspsicios…
Stupid. Besides the moronic misuse of grammar and the atrocious spelling, the troll’s claim was just patently untrue. Whit had a dick, that was inarguable, and as for his ass…
Whit shifted in his seat, uncomfortably aware of the way the thong was riding up. He was still wearing it. He was a man of his word, after all, and there really was nothing sexual about it. He was barely even thinking about it, how it hugged his skin, how the lace tickled slightly when he stretched, how his ass had swallowed up the back in that photo…
He got up and peeked outside his bedroom. Varun was in the living room, watching some braindead sportsball game on the TV. Whit sneaked into the bathroom, making sure the door was locked, and double-checking Varun hadn’t fucked up the installation somehow. He hadn’t, which wasn’t actually any less annoying. He steadied himself and looked in the mirror. The same soft, boyish face, the same lank untrimmed hair. Not particularly masculine, but certainly not mistakeable as a girl. He grimaced and turned around, looking back over his shoulder as he unzipped his pants and slipped them down his chubby thighs.
Oh.
The ass in the mirror was soft and round, with smooth, hairless, milky-white cheeks. Whit’s breath caught in his throat and he shifted side to side, staring breathlessly into the mirror. Was that really his ass? It couldn’t be. Those juicy buns spilling out from those lacy black panties couldn’t possibly belong to a guy, let alone to him. But he had never seen his butt fully shaven before, and certainly never dressed like this. He clenched his butt, watching as his cheeks tightened and then released again with a slight jiggle. It was like the thong framed everything in just the perfect way to show off his assets, to turn his pale, chubby flesh into something captivating and sexy. If that ass belonged to a girl it would look so hot, so spankable, so… so fuckable.
Whit’s breathing quickened, and he raised himself up on his tiptoes experimentally. His ass looked even bigger now, perkier and plumper as his muscles tensed, and then he dropped down onto his flat feet again and gasped as those plump cheeks bounced and jiggled in the mirror. Holy shit. This was insane. He bounced again and again, and imagined that ass really did belong to a hot girl, the kind of hot, kinky girl he had told the troll he was dating, that it was her ass jiggling so wildly, so sexily, humping at the air and begging for a long, thick cock to press between those juicy cheeks and fill her eager hole…
Whit’s hand slipped down, searching for his stiff little dick, and he froze as his fingers brushed against lace.
What the fuck was he doing?
He had told the troll this was not a sexual thing, and he meant it! He didn’t like this shit! He liked normal stuff, like a normal guy! Not sissy pervert shit like this! He yanked his pants back up and turned away from the mirror, blushing furiously.
The troll still hadn’t replied, so Whit spent the rest of the night playing video games, letting his anger at his teammates drive the shame and disgust away. By the time he went to bed, he had almost forgotten about his new underwear, and could almost convince himself nothing weird had happened in the bathroom. Okay, yes, maybe he had gotten a bit turned on, imagining a hard cock thrusting into his sexy, bouncy ass in that tight, lacy thong. But it wasn’t really his ass. Because he had been imagining that it belonged to a girl, to his made-up girlfriend. And getting turned on by a girl’s ass wasn’t gay at all. No matter what he was wearing at the time.
He just had to keep this up for a week. That was all. Just for a week, to prove the troll was full of shit, and then things would go back to normal. It was going to be a challenge, but real men didn’t back down from a challenge. And Whit was definitely a real man.
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Author's Notes:
Thanks again to Lucy and Rivahn for editing and helping me plan out this story! I'm winging it a little for these first few chapters but soon we will be reaching the parts that me and Rivy planned out extensively and oooh there's some fun things coming up. There's horny stuff and cute cuddly stuff and even some mystery...
I would love to hear what you think about this chapter/story! Sorry if the sissy stuff is not your thing, but this type of "slow feminisation by dominant online stranger" story was huuuuge for me as an egg and I couldn't resist doing my own version. Good news is I have a much more wholesome story coming up very soon! Act Natural will be coming out very soon, so stay tuned for that!
My next ongoing update will be Two Doms Ch. 26. Love you, bye!
Comments
Stephanie
she’s so cute, i love the slippery slope
goose
that bit was Rivahn's suggestion and i fr laughed out loud when she said it
Thalia
"Oh, god damn it. That was why. He had used the wrong “Your”. Hopefully the troll didn’t notice that, or he would think Whit was a total idiot." omg girl, yeah that is totally the thing that would make the troll think you're dumb, nothing else here. I love this
pho3
Whit's reactions are so adorable lol like seeing a cute lil puppy all mad
goose
technically the troll only makes one suggestion this chapter (the one week challenge at the end), everything else is Whit's idea 😭
Stef W (ちよ)
she's so cute! just gonna do anything this "troll" says 😋
