Put on the thong panties.

You take them in your hands, the material is soft and sheer. The tactile sense of them makes you bite your lip with uncertainty. These pink thong panties probably took about six square inches of silk to manufacture. There's a label sewn along the inside: "Intimations" and "Petite".

It’s this or nothing. You bend and balance on one foot then the other as you step into them and raise them up, the caress of their fabric utterly intimate. They certainly live up to their label. The panties barely classify as underwear. The small triangle of pink silk cups your pubic mound and just barely covers it. You actually have to position it just so to keep your labia from slipping out.

The thong waistband rides high on your hips, accentuating them. It'd be sexy if it weren't you wearing them. Well, you admit, it probably is, in fact, sexy, even though it's you wearing them.

The back thong slips neatly into your ass crack. You can feel it nestled in there, running from where the curve of your ass starts, down along your anus, to the base of your vagina.

Well, you sigh, you have to wear something...

You regard the remainder of the outfit with trepidation.