A Study In Pink

You're running late and desire a bit of normalcy, so rather than cancelling work, you reschedule yourself to 4:10 and look for more women. It was busy at this time on the weekend, and you see a few good vict- erm, subjects. But none that were so perfect as the young woman you'd soon find. Dressed in black from head to toe, wearing a black-and-grey frayed skirt that reaches down to her black-white striped highsocks. Her top was a lacey half-corset thing; you didn't know what exactly it was. She stood anywhere from 5'3 to 5'5. Blonde medium-length hair, possibly inspired by Silent Hill's Heather. Nice tits, too, a sizeable C cup that you didn't cosider needed any enhancing. A choker, black-cross earrings, heavy eyeliner, some eyeshadow, the works.

You clearly have no problem... liberating women of their sexual inhibitions, and you'd sworn to not change their core personality. But she looked ridiculous. The kind of girl that gets all gothed up to go to the grocery store. You decide to do something clever, moderately sexy. You follow her slowly, thinking up what to do, and you finally had it. She stopped short, startling someone who was close behind her. You watch her enter a very non-goth clothing store and walk off to your job, smiling to yourself.

___ Victim's Perspective ___

I was walking back to my car when I stopped suddenly. I'd remembered something. I was supposed to shop for new underwear! It was a strange feeling; I couldn't remember a single time that I'd actually thought it, but I knew I definitely wanted a ton of new panties and somehow completely forgot until this moment. With plenty of time until dinner, I made my way to the nearest underwear store, which happened to be Aerie. I'd honestly never shopped there, but I would soon learn that didn't matter.

Because once I entered the store, I knew my mission. I would no longer wear my comfortable, dark-colored, practical underwear. I would wear only the girliest, most feminine panties beneath my usual dark clothing. I still loved my blacks, grays, and dark purples, but I just had to do this. I made my way to the panty section. Come to think of it, I never referred to underwear as panties, but I guess I do now? As I walked, I imagined I would be with a guy, he would lift my skirt, or I undress, and he sees... "wow, what the hell am I thinking?"

I thought as I dug into the 5-for-$15 pile. It was surprisingly hard to find something especially girly here! A boybrief with pink and red lipstick marks printed on it. A modest pink boybrief with a lacey band, little frills along the crotch. A peachy thong with a red bow. It was the best I could do. I had an internal debate as to whether or not thongs and g-strings are more girly, and I decided they were, so I got some similar to my previous pickings and went to the checkout counter. I usually found thongs uncomfortable, but that didn't really matter anymore.

I'm used to getting looks wherever I go, and the older woman ringing up my purchases slightly raised her eyebrows as I dumped these on the counter. $15 later, I left. I put my little panty bag in the other bags I was carrying. I then promptly went to another store.

I felt like something was driving me, it was very strange. I didn't know exactly when I'd stop, or how much money I'd spend, but I just had to do this as I went into the most feminine store I knew: Victoria's Secret. Got lots of looks when I entered there. I probably could have avoided the choker today.

"Can I help you find anything?" a salesgirl asked.

"Really girly panties." I blurted out. Well, that was embarrassing. She laughed lightly and corraled me over to the where, apparently, I exactly wanted to be. I smiled abashedly and searched for more.

As much as I tried to will myself to the more comfortable, full-body styles, VS had too much of a selection of thongs, g-strings, and booty shorts. A pink and purple, lace-trim thong with hideous flowers on the crotch. A neon-pink cutout mesh thong. I should mention I was beginning to feel... sexy about this all. Kind of aroused, but maybe it wasn't because of this? Probably was. A purple g-string with a lilac flower a the top of the butt. A lacey lilac "v-string", which I'd never heard of. Was not looking forward to lace up my butt. A strange aqua cut-out booty short, looked "egyptian"... and some others I won't bore a reader with, but I can assure they were not to my natural liking one bit.

Neither was the price. 5-for-$27 meant $60 later, I had a small collection of very feminine panties. Yes, this would do for now. I'll donate my current underwear drawer to charity. Any guy I'm with would get a real kick out of this. Mmm, I definitely needed to get home and take care of this feeling... so I went home, slid that lace thong on, did just that. Fucking insane...

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You wondered what that young woman's life would be like now with her newly formed panty fetish. Bank account pending, you made it so the more panties she amassed, the more obsessed she'd become. The girlier the underwear she wore, the more aroused she'd feel. Would that keep her permanently horny or would her body learn to cope? You'd never know, unless you wished for it. But she was old news now, as you stepped foot into your place of work.