Lace thong.

I pick up the first pair I see, it happens to be a lace thong which looks fairly revealing and extremely feminine.

Right now I don’t have time to care what it looks like though, I just need to get to work so I slip my feet through the delicate pink undergarment and slide it up my silky smooth legs, feeling a slight tingling feeling in the pit of my stomach as they travel up before eventually, I have them on with the intricate lace waistband sitting perfectly around my waist, and the string of the thong nestled neatly between my soft pillowy cheeks - a very unusual and unique feeling for sure but somehow also not an entirely unpleasant one.

Not wasting any time or stopping to think about what I’ve just done or any possible consequences of my choice, I put the rest of my clothes on, grab my bag and head off to work