Thongs of Innocence, Thongs of Experience

"I can see why," Sandy said. "They're like thongs, sort of."

Stephanie's eyes widened. "Thongs!" she cried. Several customers gave her an odd look. "Of course! Thongs!" She gathered the athletic supporters. "I've changed my mind about buying these," she told the startled cashier. "I'll be right back."

As she left the checkout aisle and hurried back into the cavernous interior of the huge discount store, Stephanie shook her head. As a preoperative transsexual (who planned to retain her cock and balls), Stephanie had experienced the worlds of both men and women. As a man, she'd worn jockstraps; as a shemale, she wore thongs all the time. Although an athletic supporter was comfortable, it wasn't nearly as comfy as a thong and a thong would expose nearly as much of Brad's tight, firm ass as a jockstrap would reveal. A thong strap could be a little uncomfortable between one's ass cheeks, but the strap was easily adjusted and it wasn't anywhere near as uncomfortable as a jockstrap's tight elastic waistband or leg bands. Of course, Brad's thick, long cock and big balls would never fit into one of the frilly thongs that Stephanie wore, but, fortunately, underwear companies made thongs for men, too. Stephanie wanted her man to be as comfortable as possible. It was obvious that she should buy him a dozen pair of thong bikini underwear rather than an equal number of athletic supporters.

An hour later, Stephanie returned home with her purchases.

Brad was waiting for her in their bedroom. He looked uneasy. "Did you get them? The jockstraps?"

"No."

He looked relieved. "Chickened out, huh?"

She laughed. "Don't be ridiculous. There was nothing to be afraid of."

"You weren't afraid the cashier would freak?"

"No. Why should she?"

"Why didn't you buy the jockstraps, then?"

"I found something better." She handed him one of the thongs.