White

White was the plainest and most basic of the options available. They were all feminine no matter what color they were, but I felt like white allowed my to retain some fraction of my dignity.

Even still, it was beyond awkward pulling on panties for the first time. I stepped into them and slid them up my legs. They were so delicate it made my skin crawl. Pulling them in place against my cage and then releasing... the snap of the elastic as they tugged into place against my skin... I was mortified and completely emasculated.

The bra was even worse. It was clearly designed with my proportions, or lack thereof, in mind. The cups were fitted to the flatness of a male chest, with a slight amount of padding to conform to the natural curvature of a torso. It took me several minutes to figure out how to actually hook the clasp on the back, but I managed eventually.

When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so puny, so deplorably wimpy standing there in white panties and matching bra. The color of purity and innocence looked perverse on my body, as if I were being mocked by the underwear itself.

I threw the rest of my clothes on quickly and came to my next difficult decision of the day.

Which Mistress to go to for inspection.