His last client for the day had been such a beefcake that he'd been too flustered to pay close attention to the conversation; the next thing he knew, he'd apparently agreed to go on a date? He should have objected immediately, but his mind had been so... Preoccupied- especially with what had happened earlier in the private room- that the thought of refusing simply hadn't occurred to him? Now, staring into what was apparently his locker in the dressing room, and realizing there was no underwear to be found... He was seriously starting to freak out.
Things only got worse as he found that the excessively girly top in there actually enhanced his breasts, if anything, and that if he didn't remember to keep his tail limp it would flip up his skirt and expose his jiggling, panty-less rear to the world. He pawed at the too-short skirt absently, trying to think of a way out of his date, knowing that his mind would turn into horny mush the moment he stepped out the door to his suitor... But even now he couldn't focus. He'd just have to take his chances he guessed... And these were premium seats, it might even be fun! He giggled, then clamped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
Oh well... It's a public stadium full of thousands of people, it's not like the hunk- Uh, client- could try anything. And he'd even get to see some football! All those beefy guys grappling each other- No, bad thoughts! He balled up his tiny fists, swearing to himself that he wouldn't have any more embarrassing slip-ups when he got there. It'd just be a casual date, he told himself, trying to ignore his bad feeling about it... What could they really get up to in a public place?
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His last client for the day had been such a beefcake that he'd been too flustered to pay close attention to the conversation; the next thing he knew, he'd apparently agreed to go on a date? He should have objected immediately, but his mind had been so... Preoccupied- especially with what had happened earlier in the private room- that the thought of refusing simply hadn't occurred to him? Now, staring into what was apparently his locker in the dressing room, and realizing there was no underwear to be found... He was seriously starting to freak out.
Things only got worse as he found that the excessively girly top in there actually enhanced his breasts, if anything, and that if he didn't remember to keep his tail limp it would flip up his skirt and expose his jiggling, panty-less rear to the world. He pawed at the too-short skirt absently, trying to think of a way out of his date, knowing that his mind would turn into horny mush the moment he stepped out the door to his suitor... But even now he couldn't focus. He'd just have to take his chances he guessed... And these were premium seats, it might even be fun! He giggled, then clamped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
Oh well... It's a public stadium full of thousands of people, it's not like the hunk- Uh, client- could try anything. And he'd even get to see some football! All those beefy guys grappling each other- No, bad thoughts! He balled up his tiny fists, swearing to himself that he wouldn't have any more embarrassing slip-ups when he got there. It'd just be a casual date, he told himself, trying to ignore his bad feeling about it... What could they really get up to in a public place?