Princess Panties

During my Christmas break, I did some house cleaning. I know, sounds like a party to me. Well, I organized my dresser drawers (does anyone born after 1980 do this, I wonder less-than-silently), drawer-by-drawer. Top drawer is my unmentionable, and, well, I am going to mention one item of clothing: a pair of princess panties.

These panties are very special to me, and embarrassingly, I purchased them while in college. Me and some of my girlfriends were shopping, and one store (not Disney) had them on display in adult sizes. White cotton panties, with a cursive "princess" written in pastel colors, adorned with similarly colored flowers. There were four of us shopping that day, and each of us purchased a pair.

I know, I know. You want me to tell you that we went to Brenda's dorm room, tried them on together, had a pillow fight and that led to a night of wrestling and lesbian moments. But that did not happen.

We bought these panties as a joke, more or less, but I put my panties to good use. I wore them on almost every real first date I had while in college. Stupid as this may sound to my mostly male readership, they made me feel, well, like a princess. By wearing the panties, it reminded me that I should be treated well, having the gentleman open doors for me (even the car door, and many men actually did open car doors – hard to believe, I know), engaging in polite conversation, et cetera. And, another embarrassing to write reason for wearing princess panties is that it kept me in my princess panties. No way did I want a man knowing that I owned a pair, let alone wore them on a date.

After college, I retired my princess panties. I was not engaged nor married, but by that time, I thought to myself, "I want to fuck on the first date." No, that's not what I thought. I thought to myself, "I am an adult now." And I retired them into my top dresser drawer.

Since retiring them (no ceremony, actually), I have worn them three times:

1. Laundry emergency. The first time I wore them was when I had no other clean panties in the house. I actually first changed into a dress and tried going around the house panty-less, but it was uncomfortable. So another fact I am revealing to you – I am no Britney Spears. Instead of finding a short skirt and going panty-less (and no doubt having to exit limousines with paparazzi focusing their cameras up my skirt), I decided to wear my princess panties. That was one good day.

2. Death of my grandfather. When dressing for the funeral, I slipped on my princess panties. He called me his little princess, and it was more of a tribute to him than me wanting to feel good about myself. Also, you know princesses don't cry, and I did not want to cry at his funeral. Princess look solemn and distraught at times, but you rarely see a princess cry. I cried that day for my grandfather; the panties did not work. But I could hear him calling me his little princess, something he did not call me after I hit puberty. I guess he did not think princesses had breasts.

3. After a week of fighting. Many of you who have read my writings know I cheated on my husband. After I told him, he yelled, I cried, he yelled, I fought back, and we were less-than-civil. I was completely spent, my emotions going through so much, and after a week of feeling awful, I wanted to feel worthwhile again. Again I put on my princess panties. I breathed easier; I thought I was not the she-devil; and I began to heal.

Funny how such an insignificant piece of fabric can mean so much to someone. Or how one can write about it for more than a paragraph. And finally, no, I will not pose in the panties on this site. I am sure you can find other sites for that purpose.