I lived at home with my stepmom and older stepsister in a nice house in suburban Orange County. And after so many years together, I did not really see them as "step" anymore. Over five years ago, we had relocated to Los Angeles in the hopes of pursuing a Hollywood career -for my older sister. My mom and my sister had dreamed of her becoming a child star or something like that. But that hadn't really panned out. My sister had the right looks -pretty, brunette, girl-next-door vibes, etc. -but unfortunately, that was and is not enough in this town. She got a few non-speaking roles and a few commercials but nothing major. It has been almost three years now and still no luck. Now out of high school, my older sister Elizabeth -now going by the stage name Miley- still went on auditions and did side gigs to make money while living with us at home. She was happy with her life but still hungry for fame. Almost at any cost.
My mom supported us this whole time. She loved us and wanted us both to succeed. She was disappointed that I struggled with school and never really finished. During my years at school, I had found it difficult to make new friends and didn't really have the body for sports -too short and uncoordinated. But now my mom continued to let me stay at home, while I figured out what to do with my life. For over a year now, I spent most of my days in my room playing video games and lounging around while she went to work at the local beauty salon.
We were definitely a very open and close family. My mom and sister were very open about their bodies and love lives. Not that I cared. They often paraded around the house in varying forms of undress. I was taught that the human body was a thing of beauty and not something to be ashamed of. I sneaked glances when I dared, but really more out of curiosity than attraction.
We had another open secret in our household: I liked to wear thongs. Men's thongs to be specific. It all started back when I took dance lessons at school -my mother wanted me to have a dance career and signed me up for lessons. As part of my dance uniform, I often had to wear dance belts or jockstraps to keep everything… secure. I never found either to be very comfortable, and so, at the suggestion of some of my female classmates, I ended up wearing men's thongs instead during dance practice. They just felt so much better. I started wearing them more and more -even after my dance lessons ended. I just grew accustomed to them and decided to throw out all my other underwear. The thongs I wore now were simple Calvin Klein pairs. Black and grey ones for the most part. Nothing flashy or sexy. My mom and sister never said anything nor teased me about my choice of underwear.
My sister Miley was very active on social media. She had a small following on Twitter and on photo-sharing apps like Instagram. She and mom thought it was a good way for her to advertise her career and her "brand". I followed her accounts too and could always count on her to post something new at least a few times each day. A picture of her doing yoga, a post about a diet smoothie she was trying… pretty basic stuff. And as a pretty, young girl she had attracted a decent fan base, but a lot of "influencer" girls her age had done the same.
Today was a normal, quiet Saturday morning. I was playing videogames in my room when my sister finally got her big break. All by accident.
While I was busy in my room, my sister was in the laundry room cleaning her clothes for the week. Apparently, my clean laundry was laying on top of the dryer in a neatly folded pile. My mom must have cleaned them for me earlier in the week. On top of my pile were a few thongs. For some reason, Miley had noticed them and grabbed a pair… probably out of boredom. A black one with a wide, grey waistband. Laying it on the ground, she had taken a picture of it and posted it across her social media accounts with the caption: "Love my little bro's cute thong? #nojudgment #thongs4life".
It wasn't until a few hours later that I noticed her new posting. I was mortified when I saw it on her Instagram account. I didn't need the whole world to know my secret! I was about to put my phone away when something else caught my eye… I couldn't help but notice the amount of likes and comments the photo was receiving. It was a popular photo even by her standards. So many people were "liking" it and leaving a comment. I was too afraid to read them and went back to playing on my computer.
I stayed in my room for the rest of the day and forgot about my earlier embarrassment. Later when we ate dinner, I raised the issue while we all sat around the table.
"Miley, please don't post photos of my stuff on your Instagram account. It's just creepy."
"Oh relax Timmy. It was just an innocent photo. Nothing to be ashamed about. Besides… no one even knows who you are," replied Miley as she toyed with her salad.
Coming to my defense, my mom added, "Miley you have to respect people's privacy. How would you like it if the situation were reversed?"
"But mom… it was just…"
"No more. Timmy is right."
Undeterred, Miley pushed on, "But mom, you should see the response people have had to it. It has gone viral! People are interested. It's now my most popular post!"
My mom raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Seeing through my sister's tactics, I couldn't keep quiet. "So what? Who cares…?"
"A lot of people, silly! You should see all the new subscribers your little thong has brought in," replied Miley. She put down her fork and took her phone out. With a few flicks of her thumb, she brought a screen up and showed us. She was right. Over a thousand new subscribers. I noticed my mom's eyes light up.
"Wow… that is surprising," stammered my mom. She was still staring at the subscriber count.
"You should see the comments!" added Miley. She flicked her thumb again and began to scroll down the page and started to read some in a valley-girl voice. "'OMG!', 'Can we see more?', 'Does he wear panties too?', 'Adorbs!' and so on… Mom, there are over a hundred comments! People love it!"
"I get the idea, Miley. Just stop," I replied.
"Okay, okay. Let's move on," my mom agreed.
We sat quietly and finished eating. I went back to my room and remained there for the rest of the night. While I slept, Miley's post continued to grow in popularity, becoming by far and away her most popular shared picture. Her subscriber account tripled over night. This wasn't going to go away.
I later found out that my mom and sister had a little conference the next morning while I slept in. Apparently, a few of her new subscribers were talent agencies and other industry people. These verified accounts had also gone through Miley's other pictures and had left positive comments on many of them -specifically, the ones of her sunbathing in bikinis and the ones of her going to talent auditions. Wanting to keep this free publicity going, the women hatched a plan.
When I came down later, I found them sitting at the breakfast table, each fully dressed and ready for the day. Feeling a bit awkward, I made myself some cereal and sat down next to them. As I was eating, I could feel them glancing at me and then back at each other.
My mom broached the subject first. "Now dear, I've been thinking. I know how much you want a new computer."
"Yeah mom, but I get it. Money is a bit tight right now," I replied, looking up from my cereal bowl.
"Yes. I was going to get one for you on your next birthday. But that is over ten months from now…"
Miley looked at me and added, "How would you like to get a new computer today little brother?"
I looked over at her grinning right back at me. She hadn't put in her contacts today and was wearing a fashionable pair of clear framed glasses. Her brown hair was swaying in a ponytail.
"That would be great. But I have no money."
My mom stopped me there and added, "Well your sister and I have an idea."
"You're gonna love it!" said Miley. My mom quickly looked over at her and silenced her with her eyes.
"Like I was saying, your sister and I have an idea. Or a proposal rather."
"What is it?"
"You see, that little post your sister did yesterday…the one about your special underwear…well…it has become quite popular. Really popular. And you know how important your sister's career is. This could really help her. You know… this could generate some good publicity for her and her brand," my mother explained.
"I don't quite understand."
Miley could not hold back any longer. "We want to make another post. Another one about you."
They both looked directly at me. This was starting to make me nervous. I felt a lump in the back of my throat.
"Is that true mom?" I asked.
"Your sister is right. We think it would be a good idea to build on this momentum. Now I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. But… we want to take a photo of you wearing a thong."
"What!?"
"Just one photo. We'll leave your face out of it. It will be completely anonymous! Nothing to worry about!" explained my mom in a friendly tone, trying to calm my nerves.
"No way! I don't want the world to see that!"
Miley jumped in. "Did you hear want mom said? No one will know that it is you."
"Forget it." I pushed away from the table and got up to leave, trying to hide my blushing face.
Miley was determined. "One photo, just five minutes of your time… and you get a whole new computer. Mom will take you to the store this afternoon."
I stopped and thought about it. I really wanted a new gaming computer. The one I had was so old, and it was barely functional. And yet, I could be playing on the computer of my dreams this afternoon. The whole world had already seen my skimpy underwear once. Would a second time really hurt?
I relented. "Totally anonymous, right? I don't have to show my face?"
"Absolutely Timmy. Just a lower body shot," replied my mom.
"And we go to the store this afternoon?"
"Yes," she added.
"Okay. Deal."
Miley clapped her hands and looked at my mom. "Perfect! Thank you. Thank you Timmy. This is wonderful!"
Equally pleased, my mom got up from her chair and walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Now, I know you want to get this over with, so why don't you hurry back upstairs and get dressed and come back down. Your sister and I will get the camera ready."
I nodded at her and swallowed nervously. Without saying a word, I went back to my room and took off my pajamas. The stack of clean laundry had already been placed on top of my dresser. A few thongs were on top of the pile. I carefully grabbed the first pair I saw -a black pair with a wide, white waistband. I slowly stepped into it and pulled it up my legs. I made sure my boy parts went into the front pouch as I pulled the thong up my ass cheeks. When it was firmly in place, I let it go and the waistband with its Calvin Klein logo snapped loudly against my skin. This happened to be my favorite pair.
When I glanced at myself in the full length mirror, I began to have second thoughts. But then I looked over at my decrepit computer. Just a few more minutes, I told myself. Let's get this over with. I headed back down the stairs wearing just my thong. I found my sister and my mom in the living room. Over by the wall in the back, they had strategically placed some photography lights they had previously used for Miley's audition pictures and headshots.
I saw Miley look at me and begin to grin. She bit her lower lip before looking away and going for her phone. I felt awkward standing in the room in just a thong while these two fully clothed women milled about setting up the lights.
My mom acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Now come over here, Timmy. And stand by this wall. The lighting here is just right."
I quickly made my way over to wall and now had the bright lights shining directly on my nearly naked body. I could feel the heat on my bare skin.
"Perfect Timmy. Love your undies. Good choice," said my mom. She was standing behind the lights with her arms crossed. Miley stood next to her with her iPhone in her hand.
"Mom should we do a few photos of the front and a few of the back?" asked Miley.
"I think that is a good idea. Take a few extra just to be safe. Now remember to stand still, Timmy. Miley, go ahead."
"Say cheese lil bro!" shouted Miley.
"Do I have to, Miley? Just take the photos…" I protested.
"Stop being a baby. There's no need to for that…now say cheese!" she shouted back, stifling a giggle as she spoke.
"Cheese."
And with that, a few bright flashes went off. I stood still for another thirty seconds as Miley moved around and took a few more photos with her phone.
"These are going to look really good, mom," she proudly said as she stood back up.
"Don't forget the back. Timmy, turn around for your sister."
I turned around so my ass was facing my sister and mom. I could feel the heat from the lights now on my back. Another thirty seconds or so passed. It felt like an eternity. I heard one of them whisper something and laugh.
I then heard my mom's voice. "Okay, Timmy. We're all done. Thank you so much. They really turned out nice."
"Yes dear. Go run along. Your sister and I will post them." My mom then walked over to my sister and began whispering in her ear.
"Um…where are you going to post them?" I asked.
Without looking up from her phone, Miley replied, "Oh just the usual places…Facebook, Twitter, Instagram… maybe a few others. Haven't decided yet."
Regretting that I had asked, I meekly walked away and back to my room. I got dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts, leaving the thong on. That afternoon we went to the store, and I got a new computer. My mom kept her promise.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening setting everything up and installing my games. I was so excited. It wasn't until later that night that I remembered the morning's events. Curiosity got the better of me, and I looked up my sister's Instagram account on my new computer. When the posted photo flashed on my computer screen, I was stunned. This was a huge mistake! There I was -or rather my body sans face- on full display. Miley had written a little caption at the bottom that said, "Got my lil bro to model a pair 4 u! S3XY! ;) #boy_thongs #nexttopmodel #FEMBOY." It took me a second to process the image. What exactly was a "femboy"? Before I gave it much thought, I noticed the amount of likes and comments the photo had so far received. Over 344! I read a few before turning away. They were mostly from women but a few men had commented as well. What had I gotten myself into?
Over the next few days, I did my best to forget about the whole thing. My mom only brought it up once at dinner the next day. She revealed that Miley had been asked for an audition. A new online-only TV show or something. Apparently, one of her new subscribers was a producer and had sent her a private message about it. Mom and Miley were thrilled. I was happy for them. Miley was genuinely beginning to generate a huge following on social media.
A couple of days later, I came downstairs and found Miley and my mom standing next to each other in the living room. The mailman had just arrived and a small brown package was sitting on the coffee table.
My mom looked over at me and said, "Timmy please have seat. This will only take a sec. Your sister and I need to talk to you."
"About what mom? I'm kind of busy"
"You'll see."
I walked over and sat in the nearest armchair. She and Miley remained standing. Something felt off.
They both approached me with Miley now holding the cardboard package. I noticed that it had already been opened. They were both in their workout gear: black yoga pants and extra-small t-shirts knotted around their waists.
My mom started first. "Now Timmy, I am sure you're aware of how helpful you have been to Miley these past few days. You wouldn't believe the amount of attention her posts of you have gotten."
Miley added, "Yeah Timmy. My follower count on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter… you-name-it… they have blown up."
"And…your sister has just got another offer. This time from a modeling agency."
"Wow really?" I replied.
"Yes. We just want to let you know how much we appreciate what you did for us, Timmy. And to thank you. So with that in mind, your sister and I have a bit of a surprise for you…"
"What kind of surprise?"
"Well, you see… a company has reached out to your sister and sent her some… stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" I asked.
Miley shrugged and said, "Lingerie Timmy. Lacy, cute lingerie."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked sarcastically.
"You didn't let me finish. It's lingerie… but for boys."
"What?! That's ridiculous," I retorted.
"That is what I thought too. But it is actually quite cute and fun, now that I have seen it up close," my mom added.
"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked again.
Miley said, "The clothing company is called Intimates for Boyz. It is a new company. They saw the post of you in your thong. And they reached out to me. They want me to do a sponsored post."
"You mean they pay you to post something on your social media accounts?" I asked.
"Yes, exactly. I knew you would understand. Yes, they want to pay me to post about their new product line."
"And where do I fit in?" Deep down, I already knew the answer to my question. But I felt like I had to play along.
My mom took the box from my sister and handed it to me. "The company wants a picture of you wearing this. And they want your sister to post it online. Today preferably."
I pulled back the flaps of the cardboard box and peered inside. On top of some packing peanuts was a clear plastic pouch. Inside the cellophane pouch was a lacy, white thong with its tags still on. It was practically see through with white floral lacing and black trim. I slowly glanced back up to see both women gazing down on me. Oh no.
"Well? What do you think?" asked Miley with a mocking tone in her voice.
"You've got to be kidding me. I did that thing the other day as a favor to you. But this… this is too much. I mean look at them! They're basically women's panties!"
My mom frowned and said, "No they're not, Timmy. They're for boys like you. There's no need to throw a fit."
"But mom!" I ripped open the plastic bag and pulled out the thong. "Look at the fabric! It's all lace and fine mesh…they're nearly transparent!"
Miley raised an eyebrow and firmly said, "I knew he was going to be difficult."
My mom replied, "Timmy, please reconsider. I'll make it worth your while. How about that?"
"I don't need another computer, mom. This is becoming ridiculous. I will not wear them."
"Not even for a part of Miley's fee?"
Perennially cash strapped, I couldn't help but ask "How much are they paying her?"
"Five hundred dollars," Miley replied.
"I don't think it's fair that Miley gets anything. I have to do all the work," I responded.
My mom countered, "Tell you what Timmy. You're right. How about you get to keep all the money. All five hundred dollars. Sound fair?"
I glanced back at the lingerie. Five hundred dollars was a lot of money. More than I made all summer. And I could really use some extra cash, especially since my weekly allowance abruptly ended a few months ago.
I took a deep breath and replied to her offer. "No face or anything? Just like before? Okay?"
My mom smiled, "Absolutely, just like before. Totally anonymous."
"Okay. I'll do it."
Miley couldn't contain herself and gave me a hug. "Thank you, Timmy. This means the world to me. I promise you won't regret it."
I blushed and said, "Okay. Okay. When are we- "
My mom interrupted me and said, "Right now Timmy. Intimates for Boyz wants the post to go out today on her social media accounts. So take your new pair of undies upstairs, change, and come back down. Same procedure as before. Shouldn't take long at all.
With the new thong in hand, I went upstairs and hastily changed. With the skimpy garment now on, I looked over myself in the mirror. The white lacy part barely covered my modesty. And the black trim really highlighted the contours of my ass cheeks as the thong wedged itself between them. Thankfully, I had no problem fitting into the small pouch built into the front. I just hoped my mom and sister couldn't see through the fabric. Satisfied, I used a pair of scissors to cut off the plastic tags and headed back downstairs.
The same temporary photo studio had been set up in the living room. I made my way in front of the hot, bright lights and stood with my hands on my hips. Like before, Miley took a bunch of pictures of my front and then took a bunch of my backside. It was all relatively painless. When they were done, I headed back upstairs and sat at my computer. Hours passed. For some reason, I had not gotten dressed and was still wearing just the thong and nothing else. It did feel good. So soft and silky. A part of me really liked them. I ignored these thoughts and went back to my videogames. Later that night, I still had not left my desk. I paused my game and decided to check Miley's Instagram account one more time.
The newest post was of me wearing the white, lacy lingerie. This photo was of my whole backside with my face blacked out. My heart began to race. There was a second photo taken from the side profile -you could see my little bulge against the delicate floral fabric. As I gazed at the photos, I started to get excited. I felt myself begin to swell up in the very same panties as the ones in the photos. Miley had captioned the photos with the phrase, "Doesn't he look adorable in his new panties??? (Sponsored by: Intimates for Boyz™)". I then looked at the comments. 899 so far! It had only been posted for a few hours! As I read more and more of the comments, I got more and more excited. I liked this! It felt right. My cock was straining against my new cute panties. I spent the next few hours reading new comments as they came in. I wanted more. Where was this all going?
To be continued?
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A couple of days later, I came downstairs and found Miley and my mom standing next to each other in the living room. The mailman had just arrived and a small brown package was sitting on the coffee table.
My mom looked over at me and said, "Timmy please have seat. This will only take a sec. Your sister and I need to talk to you."
"About what mom? I'm kind of busy"
"You'll see."
I walked over and sat in the nearest armchair. She and Miley remained standing. Something felt off.
They both approached me with Miley now holding the cardboard package. I noticed that it had already been opened. They were both in their workout gear: black yoga pants and extra-small t-shirts knotted around their waists.
My mom started first. "Now Timmy, I am sure you're aware of how helpful you have been to Miley these past few days. You wouldn't believe the amount of attention her posts of you have gotten."
Miley added, "Yeah Timmy. My follower count on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter… you-name-it… they have blown up."
"And…your sister has just got another offer. This time from a modeling agency."
"Wow really?" I replied.
"Yes. We just want to let you know how much we appreciate what you did for us, Timmy. And to thank you. So with that in mind, your sister and I have a bit of a surprise for you…"
"What kind of surprise?"
"Well, you see… a company has reached out to your sister and sent her some… stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" I asked.
Miley shrugged and said, "Lingerie Timmy. Lacy, cute lingerie."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked sarcastically.
"You didn't let me finish. It's lingerie… but for boys."
"What?! That's ridiculous," I retorted.
"That is what I thought too. But it is actually quite cute and fun, now that I have seen it up close," my mom added.
"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked again.
Miley said, "The clothing company is called Intimates for Boyz. It is a new company. They saw the post of you in your thong. And they reached out to me. They want me to do a sponsored post."
"You mean they pay you to post something on your social media accounts?" I asked.
"Yes, exactly. I knew you would understand. Yes, they want to pay me to post about their new product line."
"And where do I fit in?" Deep down, I already knew the answer to my question. But I felt like I had to play along.
My mom took the box from my sister and handed it to me. "The company wants a picture of you wearing this. And they want your sister to post it online. Today preferably."
I pulled back the flaps of the cardboard box and peered inside. On top of some packing peanuts was a clear plastic pouch. Inside the cellophane pouch was a lacy, white thong with its tags still on. It was practically see through with white floral lacing and black trim. I slowly glanced back up to see both women gazing down on me. Oh no.
"Well? What do you think?" asked Miley with a mocking tone in her voice.
"You've got to be kidding me. I did that thing the other day as a favor to you. But this… this is too much. I mean look at them! They're basically women's panties!"
My mom frowned and said, "No they're not, Timmy. They're for boys like you. There's no need to throw a fit."
"But mom!" I ripped open the plastic bag and pulled out the thong. "Look at the fabric! It's all lace and fine mesh…they're nearly transparent!"
Miley raised an eyebrow and firmly said, "I knew he was going to be difficult."
My mom replied, "Timmy, please reconsider. I'll make it worth your while. How about that?"
"I don't need another computer, mom. This is becoming ridiculous. I will not wear them."
"Not even for a part of Miley's fee?"
Perennially cash strapped, I couldn't help but ask "How much are they paying her?"
"Five hundred dollars," Miley replied.
"I don't think it's fair that Miley gets anything. I have to do all the work," I responded.
My mom countered, "Tell you what Timmy. You're right. How about you get to keep all the money. All five hundred dollars. Sound fair?"
I glanced back at the lingerie. Five hundred dollars was a lot of money. More than I made all summer. And I could really use some extra cash, especially since my weekly allowance abruptly ended a few months ago.
I took a deep breath and replied to her offer. "No face or anything? Just like before? Okay?"
My mom smiled, "Absolutely, just like before. Totally anonymous."
"Okay. I'll do it."
Miley couldn't contain herself and gave me a hug. "Thank you, Timmy. This means the world to me. I promise you won't regret it."
I blushed and said, "Okay. Okay. When are we- "
My mom interrupted me and said, "Right now Timmy. Intimates for Boyz wants the post to go out today on her social media accounts. So take your new pair of undies upstairs, change, and come back down. Same procedure as before. Shouldn't take long at all.
With the new thong in hand, I went upstairs and hastily changed. With the skimpy garment now on, I looked over myself in the mirror. The white lacy part barely covered my modesty. And the black trim really highlighted the contours of my ass cheeks as the thong wedged itself between them. Thankfully, I had no problem fitting into the small pouch built into the front. I just hoped my mom and sister couldn't see through the fabric. Satisfied, I used a pair of scissors to cut off the plastic tags and headed back downstairs.
The same temporary photo studio had been set up in the living room. I made my way in front of the hot, bright lights and stood with my hands on my hips. Like before, Miley took a bunch of pictures of my front and then took a bunch of my backside. It was all relatively painless. When they were done, I headed back upstairs and sat at my computer. Hours passed. For some reason, I had not gotten dressed and was still wearing just the thong and nothing else. It did feel good. So soft and silky. A part of me really liked them. I ignored these thoughts and went back to my videogames. Later that night, I still had not left my desk. I paused my game and decided to check Miley's Instagram account one more time.
The newest post was of me wearing the white, lacy lingerie. This photo was of my whole backside with my face blacked out. My heart began to race. There was a second photo taken from the side profile -you could see my little bulge against the delicate floral fabric. As I gazed at the photos, I started to get excited. I felt myself begin to swell up in the very same panties as the ones in the photos. Miley had captioned the photos with the phrase, "Doesn't he look adorable in his new panties??? (Sponsored by: Intimates for Boyz™)". I then looked at the comments. 899 so far! It had only been posted for a few hours! As I read more and more of the comments, I got more and more excited. I liked this! It felt right. My cock was straining against my new cute panties. I spent the next few hours reading new comments as they came in. I wanted more. Where was this all going?
To be continued?
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