WHO CARES WHAT UNDERWEAR I HAVE ON?

So, today, I’m on Amazon, looking for new underwear. I really don’t have much I like. Yes, I have a dozen pairs of Players Men’s nylon boxers. Some briefs, too. Under Armour boxer briefs in their wonderfully “elasticene” material. They do their job. They feel great to the touch.

But…while searching on Amazon, I wanted to find underwear that I’d like to wear. Underwear that when I wore a pair, I’d always be aware of my underwear. It would not only feel good, but would make me feel good knowing I had them on. It’s kinda confusing, I understand. But…gimme a second.

What did I end up buying?

 

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As much as the word bothers me, what I bought are “panties.” As soon as I switched my search from Men’s Underwear to Women’s Panties, it’s like a whole different store opened up. You can see what I mean. Go to Amazon, and search the women’s underwear selection by typing in Nylon Panties. Beautiful, slick, silky fabrics. Wonderful cuts. (I prefer a fuller cut, but that’s just me.) There’s a panty (ick, that word!) for every taste.

My cart filled up with a three-pack of assorted colored nylon panties. I got a five-pack of satin panties. And a three-pack of what is called “sateen.” (I’m pretty sure that just means nylon and spandex.)

I checked out. The price seemed to be fairly inexpensive. $50 for 11 pairs of beautiful, colorful panties. One of the differences in men’s vs. women’s underwear is the female cut. It’s nicer than masculine cuts. For me. Since they’re cut for a woman, there won’t be extra fabric for a man’s…er…dick. The panties are flat in front and will hug my dick more than Under Armour gear ever could.

Sure the panties have lace around the waist and leg openings. Not a lot, but some. I’ll admit it. I like the bit of lace trim. I can feel it around my waist. I can feel the tickle of the leg lace when I pull them on. Then, with my UA nylon cargo pants on, it rubs against the shiny sateen of my underwear.

That’s what I mean. When I’m walking or even sitting, every movement of my legs can’t help but not only feel fantastic, but keep me aware that I’m wearing women’s underwear. It’s not a “guilty pleasure”. I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. I don’t feel guilty about anything I like. I like what I like and who cares if someone has a problem with it?

This isn’t the first time I’ve worn panties. Five years ago I had a pale blue pair of nylon panties on, and I was in Barnes and Noble. I remember I crouched down, and picked up a book and was leafing through it. It didn’t even occur to me that the lace waistband, and a good portion of my nylon covered ass would be poking out the back of the shorts I had on. (I always wear loose fitting clothes. Tight fitting nylon pants are a long gone, yet well remembered, fad.) But anyway…some ten year old kid saw my panties and quickly walked up to his two brothers and excitedly whispered something. I could tell what they were talking about, because not ten seconds later, all three boys walked by me, as I was still crouching in the same position. The oldest boy said, I swear, he said “I wonder if they sell girls’ underwear here.” The three stifled their laughter and I never saw them again. My point? Okay, those three brothers (I assume) now have a funny story about the man in “girls’ underwear” at B&N. I’ll never see them again. Why should I care? I don’t.

I had switched to exclusively men’s nylon boxers and briefs. But browsing Amazon today? I think I’ll switch things up some by wearing my new panties safely and proudly whenever I feel like feeling great. I’m secure enough in my masculinity to give in to my inner/outer feminine side.

And I’m also secure in the knowledge that there are plenty of beautiful, smart women who like their man in panties. Am I wrong?

FINDING THE PERFECT NYLON

imageI know that I liked silk, satin, nylon clothes as long as I can remember. I can only assume their allure for me then. Must be what it is now. Slightly different, though.

I was attracted to my big sister’s panties (I hate that word!) because, unlike my boring cotton jockey shorts (I hate “tighty-whiteys” even more!), her underwear was in different colors, and they had a shine to them. Most of them were slick to the touch. Silky. Yup, they were made of nylon. There was only so long I could stand and feel them through my 7 year-old fingers. I had to try them on. I remember vividly that she had a pastel blue pair, with lace around the top and leg openings, and were made of nylon. I stole them. I would hide them behind my bookcase. I would put them on any time I was alone. I knew they were made for girls. I don’t remember that being an issue. They looked “cute” on me. At the age of seven, I don’t remember having a fully formed sexual preference then. All I knew was that if I rubbed my dick when I had them on, it would eventually produce what I called then; the “Tingly Feeling.” Since I hadn’t started puberty, I didn’t produce semen. Which, actually was a plus because I could masturbate over and over without that post-orgasm feeling of wanting to stop. I’d have three or four orgasms before quitting. I mean, tomorrow’s another day, right?

Over the years, as I grew older, so did my collection of my sister’s silky underwear. Once, when I was all alone at home because the rest of the family went to a ball game I couldn’t care less about, I put on the original pair of panties and was content wearing just them, all by myself, around the house. I carefully went through my sisters drawers again, and came across a pair of her pantyhose (which I refer to now as “nylons”) and decided to try them on. I’d known what they were, it just wasn’t until that fateful day that I tried a pair on.

They felt fantastic! The slick and cool feel of my sister’s panties was now not only caressing my private parts, it seemed to encase my legs with the same feeling. That day, when my family was out, was the point at which I realized there were other undergarments made of the same awesome fabric. Not just underwear anymore. Eventually, when alone, I’d find myself wearing panties, and pantyhose all the time.

I didn’t want to become a girl. I didn’t want to have a sex change. I liked being a boy, as I like being a man now. I wasn’t confused at all. I just wanted to dress in my sister’s nylon underwear whenever I was alone. I eventually became worried my sister would catch on. If she did, I never knew it. But this resorted in me humiliatingly buying my own panties. I remember. It was at Zayre (not open anymore) and I quickly picked a pack of seven different color nylon panties. When I looked at them later, the nylon was very thin and cheap, and horrifyingly they had the days of the week on the front side. I’m not making this up!

Nowadays, there are some great sites to buy underwear for guys made of all different fabrics. Like http://www.playersunderwear.com OR http://www.exofficio.com

I only wear nylon underwear now. And I can truthfully say to anyone, “It may not look like it, but this is made for men.”

If I only had had access to those “stores” when I was younger, I never would’ve worn my sister’s. (One site even specializes is nylons for men! http://www.glieberman.com PLEASE DON’T CALL THEM MANTYHOSE! They’re a bit more expensive than the average pair of L’eggs, but the product is totally amazing.)

[ I’m sorry. I don’t have any “My parents (or sister) caught me and punished me by making me wear girl clothes every day” stories. When you read those, always keep in mind that if the author claims that really happened to them? They’re lying their ass off.]