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Shaved secrets - 2
🕑 Added 2025-04-04 16:00:06 +0000 UTCBy the time he got home that evening, Daniel was already making plans.
He had to do this again.
He kicked off his shoes and flopped onto his bed, sighing in contentment. His legs felt amazing. His whole body felt lighter, almost like he was floating.
Emily peeked into his room. "Sooo… how was your day?"
Daniel hesitated for a moment but then sighed, knowing she’d see right through him. "...It was amazing."
Emily grinned. "I knew it! You’re totally hooked, aren’t you?"
He scoffed. "Pfft. No."
She just stared at him.
"...Okay, maybe."
Emily laughed and walked in, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Told you. And let me guess… you’re gonna wear them again tomorrow?"
Daniel hesitated—but only for a second. "...Yeah."
"Good. Because honestly, I think you’d look even better in some cute ones."
He gave her a wary look. "Define ‘cute’."
Emily smirked. "Oh, you’ll see. But for now, just enjoy your new little secret."
Daniel rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny it.
This wasn’t just a one-time thing anymore.
This was only the beginning.
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The next morning, Daniel didn’t even hesitate.
He grabbed another pair of pantyhose before getting dressed, slipping them on like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And it only got better each day.
By Wednesday, he wasn’t just enjoying it—he was craving it.
By Friday, he realized he never wanted to go back.
The way the soft fabric hugged his legs, the subtle thrill of knowing no one else knew—it had become a part of his routine, a part of him.
And with every step deeper into this new obsession, he knew one thing for certain.
Emily wasn’t going to stop here.
And, honestly? Neither was he.
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Sunday afternoon, Daniel was lounging in his room, scrolling through his phone, still basking in the thrill of his first full week in pantyhose. It had become second nature now—every morning, he slipped them on without a second thought. The sensation, the warmth, the secret thrill of it all… he couldn’t imagine going back.
Emily strolled in without knocking, as usual.
"So," she said, plopping down on his bed, "you’ve officially survived a full week."
Daniel smirked. "More than survived. I think I kinda love it."
Emily clapped her hands together. "Knew it!" Then she tilted her head, giving him a calculating look. "Sooo… you ready for the next step?"
Daniel blinked. "Next step?"
Emily grinned and reached into a small bag she had brought with her. From it, she pulled out something lacy and delicate.
Daniel’s stomach flipped when he realized what it was.
"Wait—no way," he said immediately, shaking his head.
Emily held up the black lace panties with a smirk. "Come on, Dan. You didn’t think I’d stop at pantyhose, did you?"
"I am not wearing those."
"Why not? You said the pantyhose felt good, didn’t you?"
"That’s different!"
Emily rolled her eyes. "Not really. It’s just fabric, Dan. And I’m not telling you to wear them to school—just try them on once. If you hate them, you never have to wear them again."
Daniel frowned, crossing his arms. He knew where this was going. This was exactly how she had convinced him with the pantyhose. And look how that turned out.
But… deep down, he couldn’t deny a tiny bit of curiosity.
He hesitated.
Emily saw her opening and grinned. "Look, I’m not even gonna leave until you at least try them."
Daniel sighed. "...Fine. Just for a second."
"That’s the spirit!" She tossed the panties at him and stood up. "I’ll wait outside."
Daniel swallowed hard as he looked at the delicate lace in his hands. What was he doing? This was insane.
And yet…
His hands moved on their own, slipping off his boxers.
The moment the soft fabric slid up his legs, his breath hitched.
They were so much softer than he expected. Light, snug, different. His hands brushed over the lace at his hips, and he shivered.
It felt… good. Too good.
A knock at the door snapped him out of his daze.
"You done yet?" Emily’s voice called.
Daniel cleared his throat. "Uh… yeah."
The door opened, and Emily peeked in, her eyes immediately locking onto his waist. A slow grin spread across her face.
"You like them."
Daniel scowled. "Shut up."
Emily giggled. "You’re keeping them, aren’t you?"
Daniel sighed, looking down at himself. He should take them off. He should put his boxers back on and pretend this never happened.
But he didn’t.
"...Maybe."
Emily clapped her hands. "Oh, this is too easy!"
Daniel groaned, but deep down, he knew the truth.
He wasn’t taking them off. Not today. Not tomorrow. Maybe not ever.
