I guess I’m still stuck on the sight of them. Panties. Honest to God, plain white — panties. It’s not like this was the first time I wore this kind of uhm…undergarment, but this is different!

You just can’t exist in panties when you’re dealing with a bulge that’s constantly straining against the satin, shifting around until you’re stiff enough to slip through the top.

But instead, this is just a simple bit of fabric resting flat and closer than it ever had before. And how the elastic contours against my thighs. I can’t help but whisper it out loud, “This is different.”