Lingerie Shopping -- The Reality (Part Two)

This morning I got up and under the button-down shirt and dress slacks I normally wear to work I put on Patricia Field bikini panties (black with pink trim) and sheer white thigh-high stockings. Quite a change from my normal boxer shorts.

As I rode the subway and walked the streets on my way to work, I kept wondering whether anyone could read my eyes or the way I was walking and guess the silky secret beneath my pants.

I left work early so I could do the lingerie shopping that Goddess Manuela had instructed. I went directly to the Victoria's Secret flagship lingerie store in Herald Square -- a two-story, brightly-lit emporium of all things frilly, satiny, and sexy. It was a Friday evening less than two weeks before Valentine's Day and the store was packed with women shopping for things to brighten up their boyfriend's or husband's winter.

I approached a salesgirl and informed her that I had been told to buy all the items on the list Goddess Manuela had given me. She helped me find a number of lacy pastel panties from the Sexy Little Things collection, but she assumed that I was purchasing them for someone else.

Then, I did a little shopping on my own, picking up several silky nighties (like the pink satin slip at left) that Goddess Manuela told me that I should wear each night in bed.

When I returned upstairs to the main lingerie area, I went to the hosiery section. I had a question about the meaning of the stocking sizes (A, B, C) and an attractive, very efficient Indian sales associate came over to help me.

She asked me how tall the girl I was buying the stockings for was. I said, "About my height." I paused nervously, then look the plunge, saying "Actually, they're for me."

She smiled and just said, "I see." She looked at the three silk nighties I was carrying on hangers and the shopping bag with several pair of panties inside and said, "Let me help you with those." I assume that they make a commission on sales at Victoria's Secret and she realized that she had a potentially big customer.

She helped me select several stockings and pairs of pantyhose and then walked me around to the various panty collections in the store holding my purchases. She helped me find the items on Goddess Manuela's list but also suggested several other items that she thought I should get. One time, the only pair of panties in the size and color I wanted were on a mannequin, so she happily took them off the mannequin for me and placed them in my bag.


Soon I had 16 pairs of panties of all colors and styles -- thongs, bikinis, regular briefs, hip huggers, Brazilian-cut -- as well as 4 satin slips or nighties, 3 pairs of stockings, and 2 pairs of pantyhose in my bag. The salesgirl allowed me to skip the long line at the main counter and had my purchases rung up at a side register. The total came to $440.

I came right home to show my purchases to Goddess Manuela. All my colorful new lingerie was in a distinctive, bright pink Victoria's Secret bag. It was a large bag, so it was obvious to everyone on the subway what I was carrying.