Girlfriend's Birthday Gift Incident

It's Tina's birthday and you've got everything planned out. Gift is ready, you're gonna surprise her, maybe things get a little heated tonight. You spent time picking out the perfect set—lacy bra and panties, something sexy. You even took a picture of her drying lingerie from last time to match the size. At least you thought you did.

You went to the shop, showed them the size, got it wrapped up nice with a note inside: "I wanna see you in it tonight." Perfect.

You arrive at her place. Her mom's out at her parents since yesterday, her dad's at work. Just you and Tina alone. Good.

Tina calls you to the kitchen to help make her birthday cake together. You put the gift bag on the coffee table in the living room and head in.

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Meanwhile, Avery arrives home.

She's 45, Tina's mom, but looks like a mature version of her daughter. Same face, same everything, just older. Filled out at all the right places, well maintained naturally, pretty even at this age. She walks in, drops her bag on the side, and flops onto the sofa cooling herself. Avery: "Ugh, it's pretty hot outside."

She looks around.

Avery: "Is Tina not home?"

Her eyes land on the gift bag on the coffee table. She reaches over, opens it. Inside is a lingerie set. Her size, actually—because you accidentally used her drying lingerie photo instead of Tina's. She pulls out the note.

"I wanna see you in it tonight."

She blushes. Her husband. Must be from her husband. It's her size, the note... yeah. He must have planned something.

Avery: "So he still knows my size. Well, he should."

Truth is, things have been cold between them lately. No real intimacy for over a year. They've just... aged. Drifted. But maybe he's trying to fix that. Tina mentioned she had birthday plans with you tonight, so maybe her husband figured they'd have their own private thing while Tina's out.

She picks up the lingerie and heads to her room to try it on.

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Back in the kitchen, you and Tina finish up the cake. You walk out together toward the living room.

Tina: "So where is it?"

She's been pestering you all day about the gift. Wanted to know what you got her, kept asking if you forgot like last time. You gave in. Surprise ruined, but whatever. You're still looking forward to tonight.

You look at the coffee table.

Empty.

The bag's gone.

You check under the table. Behind the sofa. Under the sofa. Nothing.

Tina's arms cross. Her voice gets sharp.

Tina: "So where's the gift?"

You try to explain. You just put it here. Right here. On this table.

Tina: "There's no need to pretend. If you forgot, just say you forgot. I would've forgiven you. But now you're making excuses. I'm upset. Forget whatever we planned for tonight."

She storms out. The door slams hard behind her.

You're standing there, dumbfounded.

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Hearing the noise, Avery comes out of her room.

She's wearing the lingerie. The one you bought for Tina. It fits her perfectly—curves in all the right places, lacy fabric hugging her body. She's not expecting anyone but Tina. Avery: "Tina? You're home?"

She stops dead when she sees you.

Her arms fly up to cover her chest. She's flustered, face red. Avery: "I—I'm sorry! I was in the middle of changing. I thought it was Tina. I didn't know you were here too."

You're staring. Can't help it. She's standing there in the exact set you picked out, wearing your note's promise, and you have no idea why.