The Secret Files

What's Under? (3)

What's Under? (3)

'Ross'

I've always had this secret and fucking weird obsession with women's underwear ever since I started dating who would later become my girlfriend, Trina, who constantly teases me for being too much of a coward even when I wasn't acting like the coward I was supposed to be like.

"Ross," Trina called out. "Have you been online shopping all this time? What's with all the fucking packages?"

I took one of the packages away from her hands. She seemed a lot more annoyed and agitated than usual.

"Sorry, babe," I said. I swear my face was starting to burn like I accidentally caught myself on fire for doing something I shouldn't be doing. "And don't worry, I can treat us out for a date later. Sounds fair?"

She looked embarrassed as she handed me over one of the packages that had been put on display by our front door. "Who am I to ever say no to you? You always come up with the best offers and the best surprises."

I immediately rushed to our room and ripped apart the package with my bare sweaty hands. There's a variety of women's undergarments that came spilling out of nowhere. I swear to God, I would never imagine myself picking up a random bra that wasn't mine from the start. Then all the women's underwear started falling out as if they had been dropped directly from the sky.

Without any form of shame in my body, I decided to try those women's undergarments on myself. I fucking look weird just looking at myself in the mirror. Who knew that a man like me would have so much interest with putting on different kinds of undergarments out of pure and horrifying curiosity? I could never imagine myself forcing myself to look like a woman when I should be acting more masculine as a man.

And this is why you should never feel guilty to try out new things. And mind you, I've always guilt-tripped and sabotaged myself to the point where I've completely lost all of my self-esteem and confidence.