Underwear Stories

The disheveled man didn’t hear the person come in. He was too lost in his own thoughts, replaying the same scene over and over again in his head. He could see her face perfectly, even though she was long gone now.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m so sorry.”

He heard footsteps coming closer and he quickly tried to stand up, but he was too drunk and ended up sprawling back onto the floor. The person came into view and he saw it was a woman. She looked down at him with pity in her eyes before walking away.

He wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. He felt numb all over, like he was already dead. Maybe that would be better, he thought. Maybe then he could finally be at peace.

The woman came back a few minutes later with a blanket and a pillow. She tucked him in gently before leaving again.

He stared up at the ceiling, not really seeing anything. His mind was still reeling from what had happened. He had lost the only thing that mattered to him in the world and he didn’t know how to go on.

He eventually drifted off to sleep, but not before making a silent promise to himself.

I will find her. I will find her and I will make things right.

The man wearing the AE boxer briefs walks into a dark, secluded alley. He looks around furtively before slipping his hand inside the front of his briefs and pulling out a small, white envelope. He opens it and pulls out a folded piece of paper. His eyes scan the handwritten note as he begins to walk away from the alley.

“Meet me at 10pm tonight behind The White Horse Tavern.”

The man’s heart races as he reads the note. Could this be it? After months of waiting, is he finally going to meet his contact? He can’t help but feel excited and nervous all at the same time.

He arrives at The White Horse Tavern just before 10pm and takes a seat in the back corner of the room. A few minutes later, a figure walks into the bar and sits down across from him. The man can’t believe it – it’s actually happening! His contact hands him an identical folded piece of paper and motions for him to open it.

The man reads the note: “I have what you’re looking for.” His heart starts pounding as he realizes that this is it – he’s finally going to get what he paid so much for. They exchange a few brief words before getting up and leaving the tavern separately.

The man follows his contact to a nearby parking garage, where he is handed a small, metal box. He opens it to find a vial of clear liquid and a syringe. His contact tells him that this is the real deal – the vaccine that will protect him from the virus. The man is overjoyed as he takes the box and walks away, his mind racing with all the possibilities now that he is finally safe.

He stares at himself in the mirror, adjusting his tie and fixing his hair. He’s nervous – he has a date tonight and he wants to make sure he looks his best. But as he stands there, something strange starts to happen. The more he stares at himself, the more he starts to change. His features start to blur and morph until he’s not sure who is looking back at him anymore. Panic sets in and he tries to run, but his body won’t obey him. He’s stuck there, watching as the man in the mirror transforms into something else entirely…something sinister and dark.

The man in the mirror is now a monster, with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. The creature reaches out to him, clawing at the glass as if it wants to get to him. The man screams and backs away, tripping over something behind him. He falls to the ground and looks up just in time to see the creature break through the mirror and come towards him…

He wakes up with a start, heart pounding in his chest. It was just a dream, he tells himself. Just a dream. But even as he tries to convince himself, he can’t shake the feeling that there is something waiting for him in the dark…something that wants to consume him.

He looks himself in the mirror and smooths down his hair. He adjusts his tie, feeling confident and handsome. But as he stares at his reflection, he starts to feel something happening inside him. The more he looks at himself, the more he realizes that the person looking back at him is not really him. The eyes are cold and lifeless, the skin is starting to sag, and the mouth is twisted into a cruel smile. He tries to scream but no sound comes out. The figure in the mirror reaches out its hand towards him and he wakes up panting in bed. He’s sweating bullets and his heart is racing- it was just a dream, but it felt so real. He can still see the figure’s eyes staring back at him, cold and merciless…

The man in the blue boxer briefs walks into the room and everyone’s eyes are glued to him. He confidently strides up to the podium and begins to speak.

“I am here to tell you a story,” he says. “A story about love, loss, and redemption.”

He pauses for a moment and looks out at the audience, his eyes filled with sadness. “My name is Andrew, and I was once in love with a woman named Erica.”

Andrew describes how he met Erica and how they fell in love. He tells of all the wonderful moments they shared together and how happy he was with her. But then one day, out of nowhere, she left him. Andrew was heartbroken and didn’t know what to do.

But then one day, he received a letter from Erica. She told him that she had left because she loved him too much and didn’t want to see him get hurt. She said that she would always love him and asked him to forgive her. Andrew was so happy to hear from her again that he forgave her immediately. They agreed to meet on Valentine’s Day at the park near their old house so they could talk things through.

But when Andrew arrived at the park, there was no sign of Erica. He looked around for hours but she never showed up. A feeling of dread came over him as he realized that something must have happened to her…

Andrew never saw Erica again but he still thinks about her every day. He knows that she was the love of his life and that he will never forget her.

The man in the blue boxer briefs finishes his story and there is a long silence in the room. Finally, someone in the audience speaks up.

“Thank you for sharing your story with us, Andrew. We’re all here for you.”

Everyone in the room gives Andrew a standing ovation and he leaves the stage, his head held high.