I Want To Wear The Kind Of Underwear You Do DadIt was the end of my 13th summer and Dad took me out shopping for school clothes. This was a fairly easy project each year as the private school I went to had a uniform that needed to worn daily. He located a salesman that worked in that department and asked his assistance in locating the blazers, trousers and shirts I needed in my size. After we had walked around and gathered these items Dad told the salesman that I would need new underwear as well. The man brought dad and I over to the underwear department and picked out a couple packages of white briefs. I looked up sheepishly at dad and he looked back at me and asked "what?" I leaned over to him and said "I want to wear the kind of underwear that you wear dad." He thought for a moment then turned back to the salesman and told him that at my age perhaps boxer shorts and undershirts would be a better choice. The salesman put the briefs back. Dad picked out a couple of packages of boxer shorts and sleeveless undershirts and handed them to the salesman. The salesman gathered together everything and rang up our purchases.
Back home I could not wait to try on the new underwear. I put on the new school clothes over them and went downstairs to show dad. He complemented me on how handsome I looked and reached over and adjusted my necktie. We never talked about the underwear but down deep inside myself I felt less like a boy and more like a man wearing underwear just like dad's.