Why do you wear panties?

Answer 1

well men where underwear to keep there dick in because with out it your dick would just be all over the place.

Most boys and men wear men's underwear (boxers or briefs) but some boys and men enjoy wearing panties which were designed to be worn by girls or women, this is a matter of personal choice.

Why DO I Wear Panties?

I never really thought about it as I was growing up - I just loved to wear panties since I was eleven years old (but what I didn't realize right away was that this wasn't my first time in panties); I was infatuated and obsessed with absolutely anything and everything to do with panties - I had panties on my mind all the time. It wasn't until I was in my early 30's that I really began to wonder so I asked myself that same question. I sifted through my memories and finally found the answer. I remembered the who's, what's, where's, when's, and how's of my memories of the very first time I climbed inside a pair of panties, but that didn't explain the why's. It took a long time for me to remember but here it is.

When I was a young, innocent, and naive boy of just five years old I was shocked to learn that for Halloween my older brother and I were to dress up as a couple (I can't remember exactly what we were supposed to be) and I was the woman and he was the man. I thought about the embarrassment and humility I'd have to endure and I remember being so totally furious that my mother would do this to me. But I soon realized that resistance was pointless as we were poor and there was no money to buy a real costume. Welcome to the real world. Well, I didn't want to do Halloween at all. I just wouldn't go out but was told I had no choice. My mother had apparently reached her limit with the way I was acting and carrying on and so she told me straight up that the only option, period, was to be a man about being made into a girl. Whatever, so be it - but I'm going to hate it and let it be known that I do. When Halloween arrived I was depressed. And now it's time to see my costume. When I saw the girls' clothing, something inside me changed; I was intrigued because I knew this was my chance to try something rare and forbidden all in public view and it was acceptable by everyone because it is a Halloweem costume. It suddenly didn't seem so bad - I can do this. In fact, I want to do this. But why are't there any panties? Mother told me to not be stupid and bother as boys don't wear panties and no one would see them anyways. Well that's strange. Here I was, a boy about to be forced into dressing like a girl but told that boys don't dress like girls - I was angry. I already decided that instead of making myself feel like a target of humiliation I would accept this as more like a rare and precious opportunity to see and feel what it is like to be a girl. Because I had changed my attitude and accepted that I was to be dressed like a girl I also decided that if I had to go through with this I needed my costume to be not only authentic but 100% complete. Panties are synonymous with women and if I have to be a girl, I have to be wearing girs' panties. I explained my feelings to mother but she still said no, her excuse now being there were none that would fit me. It didn't matter to me, I had to try. Somehow I convinced her to let me try on panties and she got me a pair of hers. Well, she was right. Those big 'ol Granny Panties just slid right down to the floor. She was right and I was crushed. I tried to think of a solution but there was none. Well, I completely went off the wall and there was absolutely NO way I was going through with this unless she could meet my needs. My father said fine, no Halloween then as this was completely ridiculous to him anyway. Now I really lost it because I had the chance and now it was gone. It wasn't fair that they put me through all this stress and then took away my chance because of the way I was acting. I am sure my mother felt bad because of my attitude in the beginning and how it changed radically and that my wish, however strange it may have seemed to them, was very small and harmless. Mother drove me over to her friend's house who had two daughters who could help me out. Can you imagine having to ask to borrow some panties for your son to wear so he'll stop acting like a little girl because he wants to be made to look like a girl? Wanda was my age but her panties were too small, so I borrowed a pair from her older sister Wendy who was 3 or 4 years older than us. I had my chance to be a girl after all, and you wouldn't believe how elated I was. My father was pissed at my mother for letting me have my way, but it was too late for that. I went out that night, proud and excited of what I had become this day and to prove it, I couldn't help but tell everyone we visited that evening about my panties, and I was even lifting my dress to show everyone until I got in trouble for doing it. I was young and naive and didn't know any better. But I wouldn't give up the panties so easily. In my veil of childhood innocence I wanted to crossdress from this day forward and assumed that it would just happen but that wasn't the case. but I was allowed to keep them for a week and I wore them to kindergarten the next day and got in trouble because I just had to show everyone. That was it, my father laid down the law. Costume time is over and no more panties for me. No son of his is going to dress like that ever again. So those wonderful feelings were stripped from me, the thoughts of wearing panties faded away......until one fine day six years later. When I was eight we moved from the small town to a big city. Quite a difference. I had to go every single day and get cigarettes for mother (it was acceptable to sell a child cigarettes if he has a note). Then I no longer needed a note to get cigarettes. And then one day I decided I wanted to try them out. I knew I was forbidden to do so, but who would know. So I started smoking and found I would get this kind of euphoric, almost sexual in nature, feeling everytime I was doing something forbidden. I began to get braver and would smoke in the downstairs bathroom, and as I was going in one day, I noticed a pair of panties in the laundry room and with absolutely no thought or hesitation I took them into the bathroom and put them on and had a wonderful time, and I literally asked myself why I didn't discover panties sooner, because they were beyond special to me. I can't describe why or what they do for and to me. All I can say is they were an incredible part of my life and I began to treat panties as kind of a life-mission. I loved absolutely everything about panties, saying the word panties, dreaming about them, anything to keep me focused on how much I loved them. I didn't ever question why I felt this way, but instead let it go its course full steam ahead. Now I am 40 years old and just as fond of wearing panties as ever. I have been wearing panties for 30 years now and know that I am a pantyslave4ever.