Pick out underwear

You're basically incapable of this task. The women of the east are able to turn a shade of red previously unimaginable to you. You communicate with Tritera in squeaks, nods and shakes of the head. You cannot produce any actual opinions on which undergarments you'd like to wear. It's short circuiting some part of your brain. You know what undies you'd have liked a woman to wear for you as a man and that is occupying the same part of your mind that should contain what you would want to wear as a woman. And that thought is horrific to you. But at the same time it's hot. But demeaning. And also really sexy. But still unacceptable.

Tritera seems to be ignoring the squeaks and head shakes aligned with modesty and in tune with the squeaks and nods controlled by your lingering male tastes until you have a pile of unacceptable garments. To your immense relief she took this straight to the register and didn't demand you try them on. Apparently there was a spell you could cast on garments to adjust the fit so everything was one size fits all.

Tritera paid and as you left the shop you began to regain the power of speech although your cheeks retained their crimson status.

Alexis : "do sorceresses really wear things.... Like that?"

You say indicating a particularly Risqué lacy garment.

Tritera : "I just so happen to be wearing that exact set right now little lady, what's wrong with them?"

With that you're ability to speak was once again compromised.