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I was supposed to be packing for my trip to visit my sister in Chicago-laundry was piled halfway to the ceiling, my favorite jeans were nowhere to be found, and I’d already burned two pairs of underwear from leaving my straightener on too long. Then my two roommates, Jake and Ryan, both 24 and built like they spent more time in the gym than I spent deciding what to eat for dinner, cornered me in the kitchen. One look at their smirks and the way their shirts stretched just enough over their shoulders, and I knew I wasn’t making it out of the apartment anytime soon.

I [19F] accidentally walked in on my dad changing one day when I was nosy as hell, only to see his lingerie drawer overflowing with lace and silk I never knew he owned. Turns out he’s a secret little flirt who keeps his nicer stuff hidden from my mom, and honestly? The mental image of him sliding into thigh-highs is doing things to me I didn’t know were possible. I caught myself staring a little too long at his hips in those photos he left in the open, so now I’m low-key hoping he’ll catch me looking next time. Maybe I should leave something "accidentally" in there to see his reaction.