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Captioned Images Series: Bad Worse Worst 2
Created: 03/02/2025
Tony's heart pounded as he stood in the middle of the grand wedding reception hall, the clinking of glasses and soft murmur of conversation suddenly fading into a deafening silence. He had been dreaming—he had to be dreaming.
At first, it was the shock of standing there in nothing but underwear that sent a wave of horror through him. The moment he looked down, however, that horror intensified tenfold. The underwear he was wearing wasn’t even his—it was a woman’s. A full-coverage satin bra hugged his chest, and a tight high-waisted girdle encased his midsection, compressing him in a way that felt both foreign and disturbingly snug.
The embarrassment hit him like a truck. He instinctively slapped his hands over his chest, as if that would somehow shield him from the dozens of stunned and gawking wedding guests. His face burned, and every nerve in his body screamed at him to run.
But when he turned to flee, another wave of panic crashed over him. His feet teetered precariously, the sharp clack of heels against the polished floor making his stomach drop. He was wearing delicate, strappy high-heeled sandals—women’s shoes.
The realization sent his balance into chaos, and before he could correct himself, his ankle wobbled. With a humiliating thunk, he crashed onto the floor, landing with an undignified sprawl. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Someone stifled a laugh.
Tony scrambled to his hands and knees, his breath coming in ragged gulps. He had to wake up. Wake up! He squeezed his eyes shut, willed himself to break free from this nightmare.
But when he opened them, nothing had changed.
Then, a familiar voice rang out.
"Tony, is that you?"
His stomach turned to ice.
It was his mother-in-law.
She stood near the wedding cake, her hands clasped over her mouth, her expression caught between horror and amusement. Next to her, his wife—his actual wife—stood frozen, a champagne flute dangling from her fingers.
"Oh my God," she whispered.
Something inside Tony shattered. How had this happened? Why was he here like this?
And, perhaps more terrifyingly…
Why did the lingerie fit so well?
A wave of dizziness overtook him.
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