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Whatever you do, put on panties" goes a pop saying that until recently marked for me something like the target of an unbreakable rule. It didn't matter if it was a

or the

; the important thing was to feel stuck to my body that piece of cloth that, okay, will have a

(although according to a recent study that is not so clear and you would have to

your entire

every

), but whose importance from the start

point of view

is not minor.

We wear panties, as they say, from the day we are born, going without them is equivalent to going through life without a piece of your skin.

Worse, without the shield that protects you from a whole series of nebulous and imprecise dangers, what do I know, that you give birth unexpectedly and the child falls to the ground.

Or, more likely, that someone suspects that you're without panties, thinks you're a slut and can't help but pounce on you (that impulse that many men attribute to themselves and that helps them 'justify' themselves when they harass).

I'm going to a wedding without panties

But then comes the day of my nephew's wedding.

It turns out that without thinking too much about it, I bought a Roberto Verino dress made of silk, which fell like a glove from below the chest to the calves and when it passed through the butt and hips it was narrow enough to mark anything that you were wearing underneath: a girdle, panties, thong, dental floss... And if there is something worse than the feeling of embarrassment because someone might think that you are without panties, that is that everyone is looking at your ass because they are you notice the thong.

So it was clear: I had to go to the wedding with nothing under the dress.

But, what restlessness, right?

What if 'something' fell that shouldn't fall during the hours that we were going to be at the banquet first and dancing later?

I only had one option left: use a tampon.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, that's outrageous, given how contraindicated tampons are outside of menstruation... But it was only going to be one day, right?

Hey, done.

I love seeing myself in the mirror in that dress and not marking anything at all, although the truth is that getting used to the feeling of going without panties is not easy.

Without panties

And with the strange sensation that that part of your body can run away at any moment -it's strange, I know-, as if the fact of not being covered gives it a certain autonomy.

Plus, it's really hard to stop thinking about it.

You're standing up, talking to your uncle Lucas, and you can't escape the fact that you're without panties, and it's weird as hell.

You talk to your nephew's friends and you go without panties and sometimes you laugh and other times you feel a certain anguish.

You talk to your mom and all you think about is the reaction she would have if she knew you were without panties.

And, of course, you inevitably think that everyone thinks you're going without panties.

After that 'initiatory' experience of ambiguous success, I decided to put myself to the test.

Our 'addiction' to panties is cultural, I told myself, and having addictions pisses me off, that's why I stopped sucking my thumb first and then smoking.

So I decided to do a 'rehab' and spend a whole week without wearing panties, to see how it goes.

I read in an article in 'Well + Good' magazine, from the mouth of the obstetrician and gynecologist Jessica Shepherd that "there is nothing inherently wrong with choosing this lifestyle. The main thing is that you be consistent when it comes to showering to avoid irritations and infections such as bacterial vaginosis or fungal infections.

With how clean I am, "vaginosis to me", I say to myself.

Jeans: Public Enemy Number One

Don't even think about going without panties and in tight jeans, whatever they tell you.

In fact, tight pants should be avoided at all costs, because they are a guarantee of irritation.

I'm telling you, the day after the wedding, all grown up -and emulating

in that "not wearing underwear makes me feel more powerful, that is, it gives me confidence in myself"- I decide to go shopping

When I arrive (walking, to top it off) to the center, I'm having a really bad time, not to mention the back pain that I'm getting from keeping my hands in my pants pockets, pushing them down as much as possible to avoid the famous

(yes, when you put your pants through the labia majora and it shows, that these Anglo-Saxons have words for everything).

Total, saving on panties costs me 32 euros in the end, which I spend in Zara to buy some wide pants, cargo type, and without a

worth.

My external genital apparatus thanks me.

Especially at night, in bed, when he decides to definitively silence his ardent 'screams'.

I read in a very interesting article that sleeping without panties is great for your health and I console myself with the thought that in the end it will be worth it.

no panties in the office

The next day it's time to go back to the office.

I repeat with the new pants from Zara, because the mere idea of ​​wearing a skirt gives me a cortisol spike, let's go little by little, I tell myself, we shouldn't exaggerate in activism either.

And lo and behold, when a few hours have passed and I have almost forgotten that I am bare-chested, a meeting with heads of different areas of the company falls on me.

Good thing I'm wearing pants, I tell myself as I head to the meeting.

Going covered with pants, even if you are not wearing panties, has the curious effect of expanding your body limit.

Let's see if I explain myself: there comes a time when you forget about the feeling of going without panties.

Something similar to what happens when you start wearing a thong.

At first, wearing a strip of cloth between the cheeks of the ass is extremely uncomfortable, impossible to forget.

After a few days you no longer feel it.

You just don't pay attention to it.

Oh, the brain, how wise it is.

In summary: that in the meeting, phenomenal, because the attention does its homework and concentrates on the subject that is being discussed and not on the absence of panties, which begins to be absolutely accessory.

Emboldened, two days later I decide to dare to take another step in my

and I go to the office without panties or pants.

Of course, with a skirt.

A very demure one, I'm not going to lie to you, below the knee, and quite narrow, so as not to go suffering down the street with my head spinning about the possibility that a gust of wind will reveal my best kept secret (well, to be honest there are actually other secrets that I keep better kept than this one).

Mysterious low-flying air currents

This day I make a most curious discovery.

The company is permanently furrowed by air currents ready to get between your legs.

No. I'm not talking about anything erotic.

In fact, it's quite annoying, because it brings you back to consciousness what you already thought was automated, and besides, it's cold down there.

Solution: cross your legs (a position not recommended by experts).

Although that day still holds one more surprise for me.

The coffee machine breaks down and you have to go upstairs to look for it.

So I start the climb up the stairs that connects both vending areas and...

Halfway up I realize there are people climbing up behind me.

So what? I say to myself.

I have never had this

before, that they would

why worry now that they will see a piece of my genital area?

If it's also impossible, unless those who come behind get down on the ground and stick their heads under my skirt, like Putzie in 'Grease'.

But reality likes to be impertinent and I am so absorbed that I stumble that almost ends with my head on a wooden step and a genital close-up of a porn movie courtesy of my crotch.

Fortunately, blood does not reach the river and I remember that phrase by

in 'Of seduction' about

: "You have never seen your sex work so closely, fortunately for you."

Well, the same thing, only this time the lucky ones were the two companions who climbed the stairs behind me.

Confidences around some reeds

The following days I choose to return to the safety of baggy pants;

Added to the fear of an accident is the terror that at any moment the force of gravity will upset me.

With how maniacal I am for these things.

I can't stand a clothing label showing and I have a really hard time when I suddenly find out I have a stain, how am I going to survive having a drop of bodily fluid run down my leg while I'm at the office, oh my gosh .

And so, anyone indulges in an Excel table...

Luckily it arrives on Friday.

When I go out drinking with some friends, and we're all standing at the counter of our bar, talking about nonsense, it comes to my mind that I'm without panties and I don't know why, I laugh.

And of course, it gives me when it doesn't come to mind.

What I'm laughing at is hard to explain.

It's like when you were little and you saw that a friend had a paper doll attached to his back on April Fool's Day.

After a couple of hours I've drunk enough beers to tell the audience my occurrence: I've been almost a week without panties for life.

Of course, the comment gives rise to a heated discussion about the benefits/bads of going without underwear, world ahead, suddenly everyone seems to be Intimissimi's Marketing Director or head of the Dexeus Gynecology Unit.

He didn't know he had

What I also notice is that one or the other looks at my ass on the sly, I'm not sure what they expect to find there, or if they believe in the reincarnation of the man with x-rays in his eyes.

Back home I decide to go back to panties as well.

Because the truth is that the cost/benefit ratio of going without them does not convince me at all.

It has caused me physical discomfort, changed the way I dress, generated stress and I have thought about it more than desirable.

I'm sure that if I work hard, in a while I'll have it completely mastered and I won't have those problems anymore, but... am I really going to dedicate another second to this topic?

Well no.

Cotton and lace empower me more, call me crazy.

Epilogue: what about eroticism?

I cannot stop relating the answer to my erotic expectations related to the fact of going without panties around the world.

Because there is a whole mythology around that textile absence, enthroned on a planetary level by

from 'Basic Instinct' to the present day.

In Spain we have our own dedication,

a pioneer who made a country of men sigh who still stared at the television screen when they broadcast the advertisement for Fa's Caribbean lemons (by the way, are there lemons in the Caribbean?).

In erotic stories it is a constant that a woman goes without panties under her clothes.

And let her know.

The eroticism of this gesture lies both in the 'accessibility' provided to the female genitalia and in the shared transgression.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but at the time of this experience I didn't have a partner.

Not even a dog that barked at me.

So I had no erotic experiences.

Not even autoerotic, she was too worried that it wouldn't be noticed that she was without panties...

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