Chapter 27 of Tim and Michel
Ok, here is chapter 27 so what is Tim's mom going to do ... She seems to be really on the edge with him. So enjoy it. See all my other stories on my website at www.timsfunplace.com. If you want to respond to this chapter e-mail me at noway16@hotmail.com.
Now lets get on with it ...
There is no way out of this, I thought. I pushed the covers away and tried to get out and walk past her towards the shower as quickly as I could. When I reached the door, standing with my back towards her, she said, "Don't you need a towel?"
Damn! The towels were in the cupboard beside her. It meant I had to walk back towards her.
I turned around, blushed again, and felt her eyes glued to my crotch as I moved closer and took a towel out of the opened drawer. I turned around and went into the shower.
Damn, I thought as I pushed my undies down and stepped into the shower. This was unbelievable! What more was going to happen? I just hoped she'd gone downstairs. I tried to listen, to see if I could hear her.
But the house was reasonably sound-proofed and all seemed quiet in the house. Had she gone down or not? I'd finished showering but had not turned the tap off. I waited, but how long could I put this off?
"Tim, are you going to be in there for hours? I don't have all day and there's no way you can avoid this, so hurry up."
Damn! She was really going to wait in there. I turned the tap off and started to dry myself off. I looked at the towel, realizing that it was big but not big enough to go completely around me and be tied. When I was dry, I tried it and found it just fitted. There was no way that I could be cool and tie it around me. So I put it around my middle and with my left hand I held both ends tightly. I looked down. You could see my crotch area but that was it. OK, I thought, let's try that.
I opened the door to my bedroom and stepped outside. My mom was now sitting on my bed.
"You took your time! Do you think that I have nothing better to do on a Saturday. It's not the children's free play day, you know. Adults have responsibilities on a day like this."
I looked at her, amazed how long she could ramble on about this.
"I see you have nothing to say for yourself! Well, maybe you can explain this? I was not surprised to see you walking around in children's underwear this morning as the letter already had describe them to me. It is part of the reason that I barged in this morning. It seems you are already starting to behave like a child ... so what have you have to say for yourself?"
I looked at her, but seemingly I didn't answer fast enough as she went on.
"It seems you'd rather wear briefs with children's stuff on them than the ones I bought you. I've no idea how you got them. So it seems that you decided for yourself that you are still a child. I checked your drawers while you were in the bath and saw you have a few more. I took all the others out and you won't be allowed to wear them any more from now on. You'll wear briefs or whatever you call them and we'll make sure they are children's size as I don't think you have much to hide. I don't think I saw very many hairs a moment ago, so you probably are quite small down there, too. But you only have a few now so it means we'll need to go shopping soon. I'll make sure we get enough to last you quite a while, as I suspect it'll be a while before you will learn how to take responsibility again."
With my mouth open, I looked at her, too shocked to say anything.
"I have put today's clothes on the bed ... so get dressed and then we can go shopping."
I now looked now even more amazed as she was clearly not going to move. Was she going to stay here while I got dressed? That was something I couldn't accept, never. But she got up and started to walk towards the door.
"Five minutes Tim, no more. I expect you ready in five minutes and stop being shy. As I said you are just a child and I've seen more than enough of you in your childhood." With that she closed the door and walked downstairs.
I looked at the bed where my clothes were. Shopping for underwear with her ... my god, how embarrassing would that be? On the bed sat her choices: one of the white undies with the Spiderman figures on it, a light yellow shirt from a few years back, and a pair of sport shorts from three years back. Would they still fit? I knew the undies did but would the other stuff? I stepped into the shorts. They were tight but I could move in them. They just looked very short and very not like the clothes I wore. The t-shirt was very, very tight; my nipples clearly showed through the cloth. OK, I thought; here we go.
When I got downstairs, my mother gave me a total look over. "Good! You look like a little boy. Now get in the car and let's go."
We got to the shopping center where I knew there was a big department store, probably the shop she was going to. I was right. We entered it but, instead of looking at any of the signs when we got up to the clothing department, she walked over to one of the younger assistants.
"Can you help me, please?" she asked him.
"Yes, of course," he answered politely.
"We're looking for the underwear section."
"For yourself?" he asked.
"No, for my son."
"Oh, the teenage section is in the left hand corner of the store. I think we have some great offers on boxers at the moment."
"Hmmm, that's not the right department, I'm afraid. My son is still a child and wears children's underwear."
"Oh, in that case, the undergarment department for women, men and children is on the right hand side of this aisle, all the way at the back." As he said that, he looked at me closely. "Hey! You're Tim, right? We go to the same school. Nice to see you here," he said and he gave me his hand to shake.
"Do you know each other?" my mom asked.
"Hmmm ... no, I'm a year ahead of Tim."
"Ahhh, OK. Well, thanks for the help."
"You're welcome," he replied.
"Come along, Tim. Let's get you some new briefs," she said while walking away.
I didn't look back as I'm sure the assistant must have heard her. I'd seen him around at school but I didn't know his name. It seemed strange that he knew mine, though.
Oh, here we go, I thought as we got to the underwear department. My mom started to look through it and got the attention of another assistant who probably supervised this section. He was quite a bit older.
"May I help you or can one of my female colleagues help you, madame?" he asked.
"Oh, no. I think I've already found what I want ... right there ... children's underwear, correct?" she rambled on as she pointed a bit further down the aisle.
"Yes, two rows further down. Do you need any assistance?"
"That would be helpful, as I haven't done this in a long time."
"OK, I'll be right with you."
"Hmmmm ... if you're busy, perhaps that young assistant who directed us earlier could help us ... the one with the blond hair and green eyes? He was very polite and directed us straight down here."
"Yes, of course."
Oh, no, I thought. This will be all over school in no time! What was she up to, I wondered.
"Stefan, please ... your assistance is wanted in the undergarment department."
Ahhh, so that's his name! We'd walked to the aisle with the children's underwear and my mom started to walk along, looking at various packages. I just waited, not wanted to be near her if I could.
"Wow! There are a lot more choices these days than there were when you were a boy last time," she said to me. "Look at them ... a lot of boxers and stuff as well ... those weren't available ten years ago."
She walked up and down the two aisles before Stefan made his way to where we were standing.
"You need some assistance, I understand?" he said, addressing her instead of me.
"Yes, I'm looking for some underwear for Tim, but there is so much choice these days! Tim, come down here," she said, waving me closer to her at the same time.
"Did you have any specific brand or style that you were looking for?" he asked her now.
"Yes, I have a very specific idea of what I want ... but I'm not sure how to describe them ... and I'm not sure about the size Tim needs, either. So I'll need your help with both size and style, I think."
He looked at me, his eyes taking in the height of my shorts." Does he always wear such tight clothing, madame?"
"Yes, he does. Perhaps you could show him what you are wearing and the size, too, Tim."
What? What? She must be out of her mind! Here, in the middle of the shop?
"Hmmm ... well, I could always take his measurements," Stefan added and I could see what was coming ... another hugely embarrassing episode in humiliation. The idea of Stefan looking at me didn't help either, as I thought he was cute. I felt my dick getting hard again. Oh, damn! I definitely needed to make sure I came again soon as this was just not pleasurable any more.
"No, that isn't necessary. I can just show you."
Stefan drew closer and I lowered the side of my shorts to show him the side of the undies I was wearing. I wouldn't show him the front or the back ... that would be too revealing.
"Ahhh ... you want some briefs for Tim? Cartoon ones, I presume?" he said.
"Yes, that's the idea. He behaves like a child these days, so he's going to have clothes that show that."
"Oh, well ... if he'll turn around, I can check out the size."
Oh, my dick made another jump, filling up the front pouch quite well now. I turned around and then suddenly felt Stefan pull the shorts away from my body, giving him a good look at my buttocks.
"I have to pull the briefs out, too, so I can see the label, so don't jump when I do that," he said.
I blushed as he put his finger in between my skin and the briefs while we were standing in the middle of the shop.
"OK ... let's see what we have in his size," he said as he let the waistband snap back against my buttocks. "This is the biggest boy size that there is ... so they'll probably fit him," Stefan added as he pointed to a package of boxers.
"I hope so," my mother answered. "So, where do we find boys' briefs?"
"Oh, they're two aisles down. We don't have as wide a selection any more, though, for boys as we did in the past."
"Well, he needs at least ten pairs in different weights, if possible," she said.
We walked further down the aisle, Stefan leading the way with my mom and me close behind. I saw a few mothers with their kids but mostly the boys were shopping on their own.
We stopped when we reached the aisle with the briefs. Stefan had walked ahead and was now rummaging through the packages, looking for the correct size. He found four packages of briefs in my size.
"So, we have some with Walt Disney figures on them," he said, giving one package to my mom. "The second one has some sports figures on them. The third style is white and the fourth package has a range of colored briefs inside. I think this covers most of what we have. There might be some other action figures available, but that's about it."
"OK," my mom said as she surveyed all four of them. "These seem to be OK. Are they all the same size?"
"Yes, I believe they are, so they should all fit."
"Well, this is a lot of pairs of briefs which we'll have to return if they don't fit. You've given me 12 pairs altogether, correct?"
"Yes, there's four pair in each package," he affirmed.
"OK ... well, just to make sure ... I know this is not something that is normally done ... but is there a way he could try a pair on?"
Oh, no, I thought. I hadn't even considered this, as I know it isn't normally allowed. I just shook my head towards Stefan to let him know that I didn't want to try them on. He must have been enjoying the humiliation I was going through as, with a wicked grin, he said, "No, normally we don't allow it but we might make an exception. Let me go and ask my boss."
He walked away towards the older assistant and started to talk with him. I looked back at my mom.
"Mom ... please ... don't do this. You know they'll fit ... why try them on?"
"I don't know if they will fit and I hate it when I pay for something you can't wear. And besides, you don't want them to fit too tight so your balls won't start producing sperm in the future. I'm sure you'll want to father babies some day, and I'm not going to get in the way of that."
"Oh, it won't be that bad! There's no problems with the ones I have on ... why should there be any problem with the new ones?" I'd say anything to get out of having to try them on.
"So they are not too tight then?" she asked.
"No, a bit tight but OK ... not too tight at all," I answered.
"Well we just want to be sure, don't we?"
"No ... please, mom. I'll walk out of here if you make me try them on."
"Stop it, Tim! Now stop your childish behavior or else you might need to go to school in dirty old briefs all the time as there's no way I will give you your boxers back."
I knew that that was a promise she'd fulfill. I looked down at the ground, awaiting the answer from Stefan ... just hoping they wouldn't allow it. I heard someone walking close bye and looked up.
Ok, that was chapter 27 so what is Tim's mom going to do is he allowed to try them on or ... See all my other stories on my website at www.timsfunplace.com. If you want to respond to this chapter e-mail me at noway16@hotmail.com.