Panty Snatcher!

So here we are again Panty boy.  It’s the holidays and all is a facade of joy covering another season where expectations always surpass experience.  But something very odd happened to me…something that I’m not entirely sure of and I need your help in solving this mystery. Okay, boys…pull out your dicks and listen up…

Every year I get invited to the annual chiropractors’ holiday party.  I always have a testicle at the testicle…I’m sorry…I mean, I always have a ball at the ball!  I went early and picked out a beautiful sexy dress for the occasion.  It was black with a V-shaped opening exposing most of my back.
It was expensive and I just wasn’t sure what to do.  Fortunately, the sales clerk told me she would hold it for me for a few days while I thought about it. That’s enough time. It’s time I treat myself and indulge in haute couture.

I had to buy a special bra to wear with this dress.  I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but many young women today seem to think it’s okay if their bra straps are exposed…I tell them, “Your bra straps aren’t a fashion statement, ladies.”  Nevertheless, plenty of support and separation for my girls with this black beauty brassiere.

 I wanted to wear my 6″ peep-toe heels but the hemline stopped 2″ above my knee…can’t wear them…proportions all off.  Ahh, much better, 3.5″ stilettos, much nicer.

Are You Wearing Those Panties?

You’ve got to like the chiropractors they’re such a bunch of horny manipulators.  I spotted a few alphas in the room, but mostly betas. Some omegas were standing alone on the side, staring at the women and trying to hide their boners with their hands in their pants pockets…I know exactly what you’re doing, cucky!

A young handsome man handed me a glass of egg nog which I drank with delight…hmm, extra creamy this year. We danced, we rubbed our bodies together on the floor while the orchestra played Moonlight Serenade.

Numerous men came up to me to talk, to compliment me on my outfit, and to buy me drinks…hmm, even the vodka is creamy this year?

I got home around midnight. Went into the bedroom to get undressed and ready for bed when it happened!  For some reason, I noticed I was no longer wearing my lacy Carine Gilson panties! What happened?  I remember putting them on before I went to the party?  Now they’re gone.  I can’t find them anywhere!

Well, Sherlock, Sissy boy, Crossdresser, Panty Boy this is where you come in…what happened to my panties? I need your help in filling in the blanks. Who did it,, where did it happen, and why were my panties snatched? I look forward to hearing from you…