An unfortunate incident involving my boss’s, boss’s, boss and the escaping of an improvised panty liner…

So here we are with another entry that men will not want to read.  Or rather an entry that I will not want men to read.  I wish there was a way to password protect these postings for gender. In short if you are a man who knows me – do not read any further. Or do so at the risk of having your view of me changed forever…

Your choice. That includes you – DAD!

So, as you may remember from the story of the day I was the lady with the VPL, I am obsessed with not letting on to the world that I am wearing panties.  Of course I always am – I just don’t feel the need to advertise the fact in the form of thick pointy lines lying across the fat of my butt cheeks.  If you are serious about avoiding the VPL the only way to know you will do so for sure is to either wear no panties at all (which surely must have its hazards) or sport a g-string/thong type of deal. Read the rest of this entry »

The VPL

Today I was a woman with a VPL.

The VPL

I always thought women who went out in public with a VPL – visible panty line – must be brain dead on some level – how can you not be aware that the world can see the line where your panties press up against your trousers?  Do you really want anyone to see how the fat of your butt is pinched and bulged against the elastic of your underwear? Clearly the answer is: NO!

However today – that woman was me.  In my drawer there was one clean pair of boy short panties and in the wardrobe: one clean pair of pants. And the combination made: a VPL. 

Today I was that brain-dead lady people.  I was her.  And I expect some woman out there judged me accordingly and is writing all about it on her blog right now…

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