As a kid I would take and wear my dad's Hanes white briefs, either from his drawer, or from his hamper. Gave me such a rush. I don't think I'm alone in this experience. 😉
You're a normal straight jock, who goes to the gym daily, has hot girlfriends, the coolest friends, and just the best life. High school was a breeze for you, popular kid bullying nerds, and you get into college on an athletic scholarship. But at your new dorm you've been randomly assigned the worst (in your mind) roommate - an utter nerd who still wears tighty whities.
You give him shit all the time for still wearing them (you wear boxer-briefs, of course). You snicker when he changes in front of you. You tug at his waistband when he leans over - not a full wedgie (you’re not a sadist) but just enough to remind him that white briefs are not acceptable underwear for a man. But one night you decide to give him a chance, and you actually sit down and chat for the first time, like actual people. You end up drinking a beer he hands you. It tastes a little funny, but beer is beer, right?
The next morning you wake up in an odd sort of bed. High wooden walls surround you, and you seem to be on top of many layers of cotten and polyester, all starched white. It's only when the pale hand of your roommate reaches over the wooden wall to grab that you realize... you've been turned into a pair of tighty whities! And he's about to put you on!
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There are a few ways this can go. I'm down to play a roommate, a brother, heck even a dad if that's what you're into. Maybe you're able to communicate with me, maybe not. Maybe this transformation can be reversed, maybe it can't. But at least for now, you're stuck as my underwear. Chats preferred, 18+ only