”“Ok, for another thing, how do I know that your butts are not being shaped by the clothes you are wearing?” I was now in for the ride.“What?�...�� The brunette asked what should have been the blondes question.“Well I know that there are jeans and slacks out there that women wear to shape their butts and make them look bigger or smaller or rounder or flatter.”“So, you need to see our butts without anything that might shape them?” The redhead said.“Only if you want a fair and honest judging job. I stared at her slack-jawed. "I can't wear this, it's a girl's nightgown." Yes you can. Because I say so."A jumble of emotions bedeviled me. Anger at John for having put this stupid notion in my mother's head, humiliation, and emerging at last, the shamed realization that I *wanted* to wear the delicate garment. The nylon in my hands felt exciting. I could wear the nightie free of guilt--my mom was making me do it. I'd jerk off in it.I caved in. "Do I have to?" This instant."I waited for her to. Then the shaving began. I could not believe that I was watching this in front of me. There was no way to hide my erection. And some of the other sorority girls were noticing our bulging pants. I was treated to an amazing blowjob by one of the girls. She swallowed my whole load. But didn’t get to fuck any of them.About a month after that party I was going back to the dorms to study for my midterms. I saw one of the girls that had to shave. She didn’t recognize me. I said Hello and she just. I guess. Alright, I’ll shut up and tell the story. It was a simple argument, well, at first. And then it turned into sooo much more!! He was probably my dearest friend. He was engaged to someone else, and I was :totally happy for him. Nice girl, I even helped him pick out his proposal. It all started with his fiancée getting upset over a picture I had on my web site. He was in it, and she was flipping out. He asked me to change it, to stop her from getting on his case about it. I flipped out. I.