Casual

There’s really no need get anything extra fancy - it's not like you're going to show your underwear to anyone the next week.

Right?

The white cotton feels nice on your pussy and – you see yourself blush in the mirror at the thought - it’s really convenient not to have to worry about about stuffing your cock and balls dangling in the boxers into your pants or squeezing them into briefs. As proud as a were… are of your manhood, women’s nether regions are a lot better organized.

And the bra feels nice, too. You heard a lot about them being uncomfortable and restricting but either this one is just really good or the sales lady’s expert eye picked the exact right one for your boobs. It supports your tits nicely, gives them a little extra something and doesn't repress but hug them gently.

She eyes you up and nods approvingly

“Feels better than those silly old men's boxers right? Looks a lot better too, simple, but still very sexy on that hot body of yours. The sweet innocent look really suits you, I bet your boss is going to love it when you give him a glimpse!”

You flush deep red now.

“I… I’m not gonna let my boss see my…”

She giggles.

“No, of course not. Well. The old you wouldn't. Maybe the new you is a little more – daring, Trust me, men are all idiots controlled by their cock, it would be - a bit of a waste for a pretty woman like you not you use the – gifts the Goddess gave you to use on them to get what you want.”

Your mouth falls open – is that how women talk about men when they're alone? IS that what they all think? Is that what the old omen meant by understanding women??? You want to defend men, but where would you even start – a woman, half naked with another woman in the dressing room.

“Take that barber and beauty recommendation I gave you and you'll be one of the prettiest girls in town and every man will drool over you!”

She lets a hand slide down your back, tugs on your panties, seemingly to straighten them and lets the hand rest on your firm ass, smiling at you lewdly in the mirror.

“And most women too...”

You blush again. She’s definitely hitting on you, now.