how often do you replace your underwear? i rarely do. my boxers have holes in the crotch from hundreds upon hundreds of adjustments. my boxer briefs have holes on the thighs from pulling the legs down, as well as a crotch hole or two. my briefs tend to be in working order, likely because i find them much less comfortable and thus wear them significantly less than the other types.
about 3 years ago, i bought a pair of panties for a work party where cross dressing was strongly recommended. i had just thrifted a dress, patted bra, and pumps. i had secured a promissory loan for a stunning platinum blue wig. i wasn't about to thrift some panties, just as i'd be a bit squeamish about pulling someone's socks, sweat soaked over a number of work days and treks and silent j jogs, over my feet and up my legs. new clothes shopping at a discounted store followed.
i'd never purchased a pair of panties for myself. well, not for myself to wear - the purchases of lingerie for past lovers was for me just as it was for them. universal order theories dictate there must be an equal opposite exchange of goods to me which suited my lovers also. maybe music? ehh. i think it's outerwear.
the ladies each adding 1 or a few items at a time into my wardrobe, with the long term effect being, my wardrobe is stockpiled with the goods they thought would have me reflect the person they wanted me to be. since these are gifts, i had no input on the purchases. since these were lovers, i almost had to keep the exact item, unless the size was off. i fail to recall a lover ever having got my size wrong. those past loves live on in my heart. the past clothing items might live on. i think i've donated to charity every clothing item i've ever received, with the exception of 1 t-shirt and socks and underwear.
socks and underwear - the exceptions. exceptions when using "letting go 101" ideas of freeing my soul by donating away gifted clothes. exceptions when purchasing donated items, perhaps by other folks whom were practicing "letting go 101."
as my 2 mates looked at various gaudy items to accompany their dresses, a pink summer hat with a 2 foot wingspan calls to mike like a greek muse, begging him to spend more on this hat than on every other item collectively the three of us have purchased. i'm in the pantie section, attempting to round out my outfit. i'm sure some of the dudes and lasses wore their regular undies, or socks. in fact, i may have been the only person out of 30 or so in attendance whom had all their clothing items be of the "opposite" sex, or so the saying goes, even if i'm wearing them, which makes them "guys," which negates them from being opposite sex. nevermind logic. and nevermind bare-balling in a formal dress. and nevermind wearing dudes boxer briefs with a dress - that's just strange. and conflicted. perhaps a symptom of sexual insecurity.
there were many lacey and silky and cottony waist adornments to choose from. many styles. many sizes. if it were just the style and feel, glance and touch would have been enough. but there was the size factor, and i did not know what size i was. i ruled my choices down to a few styles. i think they were - a boyish type, a thong, and a frilly item. and i grabbed a pairs of each that seemed about the right size. and i headed into the changing room.
i was pretty sure this was a no no, generally speaking. but i hadn't had years of wearing female items, seeing my female size fluctuate in differing seasons, differing emotional states, differing personal rebellions. giuy's undies - sure. 32-34. ladies - didn't know. and didn't want to buy a pair, take them home, find they fit wrong, and attempt to return or exchange them.
they each had a lil something something going for them. just cause i'd never bought and tried on panties for myself did not mean i had never worn some. i had. and sometimes i even preferred the pantie feel to the feel of "men's" fabrics. though bare-balling often feels better than any fabric. and pure nakedness, especially around a lover, might be the best feeling of all.
i settled on the boyish pair. black. with a spandex waist and a touch of lace within. size 8. that may have been the last pair of underwear i've purchased. that pair disappeared, i think this past fall, in chicago. other pairs of underwear have stuck around, gaining hole after hole that i refuse to sew up - maybe because underwear and socks are exceptions with sewing, also. in the last month i contemplated sewing some socks, then decided to throw holey pairs away and purchase new socks.
and now, i have a goal to purchase new undies. and with the influx of new undies, i will get rid of some oldies. maybe i'll donate them. likely i'll junk them. and maybe i'll even purchase a new pair of panties. i've slimmed down some since then and might now be a size 6 or 7. let the hijinks continue
about 3 years ago, i bought a pair of panties for a work party where cross dressing was strongly recommended. i had just thrifted a dress, patted bra, and pumps. i had secured a promissory loan for a stunning platinum blue wig. i wasn't about to thrift some panties, just as i'd be a bit squeamish about pulling someone's socks, sweat soaked over a number of work days and treks and silent j jogs, over my feet and up my legs. new clothes shopping at a discounted store followed.
i'd never purchased a pair of panties for myself. well, not for myself to wear - the purchases of lingerie for past lovers was for me just as it was for them. universal order theories dictate there must be an equal opposite exchange of goods to me which suited my lovers also. maybe music? ehh. i think it's outerwear.
the ladies each adding 1 or a few items at a time into my wardrobe, with the long term effect being, my wardrobe is stockpiled with the goods they thought would have me reflect the person they wanted me to be. since these are gifts, i had no input on the purchases. since these were lovers, i almost had to keep the exact item, unless the size was off. i fail to recall a lover ever having got my size wrong. those past loves live on in my heart. the past clothing items might live on. i think i've donated to charity every clothing item i've ever received, with the exception of 1 t-shirt and socks and underwear.
socks and underwear - the exceptions. exceptions when using "letting go 101" ideas of freeing my soul by donating away gifted clothes. exceptions when purchasing donated items, perhaps by other folks whom were practicing "letting go 101."
as my 2 mates looked at various gaudy items to accompany their dresses, a pink summer hat with a 2 foot wingspan calls to mike like a greek muse, begging him to spend more on this hat than on every other item collectively the three of us have purchased. i'm in the pantie section, attempting to round out my outfit. i'm sure some of the dudes and lasses wore their regular undies, or socks. in fact, i may have been the only person out of 30 or so in attendance whom had all their clothing items be of the "opposite" sex, or so the saying goes, even if i'm wearing them, which makes them "guys," which negates them from being opposite sex. nevermind logic. and nevermind bare-balling in a formal dress. and nevermind wearing dudes boxer briefs with a dress - that's just strange. and conflicted. perhaps a symptom of sexual insecurity.
there were many lacey and silky and cottony waist adornments to choose from. many styles. many sizes. if it were just the style and feel, glance and touch would have been enough. but there was the size factor, and i did not know what size i was. i ruled my choices down to a few styles. i think they were - a boyish type, a thong, and a frilly item. and i grabbed a pairs of each that seemed about the right size. and i headed into the changing room.
i was pretty sure this was a no no, generally speaking. but i hadn't had years of wearing female items, seeing my female size fluctuate in differing seasons, differing emotional states, differing personal rebellions. giuy's undies - sure. 32-34. ladies - didn't know. and didn't want to buy a pair, take them home, find they fit wrong, and attempt to return or exchange them.
they each had a lil something something going for them. just cause i'd never bought and tried on panties for myself did not mean i had never worn some. i had. and sometimes i even preferred the pantie feel to the feel of "men's" fabrics. though bare-balling often feels better than any fabric. and pure nakedness, especially around a lover, might be the best feeling of all.
i settled on the boyish pair. black. with a spandex waist and a touch of lace within. size 8. that may have been the last pair of underwear i've purchased. that pair disappeared, i think this past fall, in chicago. other pairs of underwear have stuck around, gaining hole after hole that i refuse to sew up - maybe because underwear and socks are exceptions with sewing, also. in the last month i contemplated sewing some socks, then decided to throw holey pairs away and purchase new socks.
and now, i have a goal to purchase new undies. and with the influx of new undies, i will get rid of some oldies. maybe i'll donate them. likely i'll junk them. and maybe i'll even purchase a new pair of panties. i've slimmed down some since then and might now be a size 6 or 7. let the hijinks continue
The corsage and large biceps explain it all Rich, looks like you man ladies had a lovely time. Rufus Hollywood
ReplyDeletethanks rufus - it was a wonderful time. you'da loved it.
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