Partially due to how freaking cute new underwear is, how confident you feel when you have your sex panties on and probably due to imagined concepts of hygiene, too. What an awful end to my liberating week of letting my vag wander as free as a very free thing. I was honestly too hungover to give a shit about most things on day two, let alone my experimentations into underwear. Essentially, the only aspect of my lifestyle I would change was going to be my underwear — or lack thereof — and to see if this change affected my lifestyle at all. I had never gone commando before except for a few forays into running to the shop in leggings and a massive sweater but as a sex-posi babe, I was surprised at my own aversion to it.
I Went Commando For A Week To See What Would Happen To My Vagina And My Personality
For one week, I would wear no panties.
As my panties had become extremely noticeable and irritating to me, I considered a future where one day I would give them up altogether. Honestly, I completely forgot that I was going commando until I went to the bathroom, and when I was shopping after work and one of the Benefit makeup artists told me that my skirt was tucked into my tights. As an avid thong wearer, if I had been wearing panties it would have made little difference; the whole shopping center would have witnessed the entirety of my ass crack either way.