A pink thong with lacy frills along the edges

Vicky was fresh from the shower and stood topless in her bathroom as she did her makeup and got ready for the day. She couldn't help taking an extra few minutes after finishing her makeup to examine her body in the mirror. Her hands traced her small breasts before sliding along her hip bones and then circling around back to pull up her butt cheeks as she turned and presented it to the herself in the mirror. Vicky couldn't deny it, even on days when she wasn't feeling her sexiest, she looked good. Still, she had never felt fully comfortable showing off her body, and even now in her bathroom she blushed as she looked at the panties she had absentmindedly grabbed from the drawer. They had been the last pair, pushed all the way back in the drawer.

She was wearing what she called her "last resort panties", because there was no way in hell anyone would ever see her in these. They were completely impractical and ridiculous, something she had gotten as a gag gift from a friend after a breakup. It was supposed to be a thong, but really it was a glorified g-string the way it completely disappeared up Vicky's butt crack, providing absolutely no coverage. Even worse, the frilly pink trim was completely obvious and made her feel silly. Sometimes it even poked out above her pants resulting in Vicky having to discretely adjust her outfit and hide her bright red blushing face.

Finally pulling herself away from her near-nude self assessment, Vicky went into her bedroom and got dressed for her day. She had somewhere to be and she was running late.