Underwear is important.
It can make you feel secure, make you feel put-together--or the lack thereof can make you feel sexy...or skeezy. Whichever you're going for at the moment.
I've never liked the word "panties," though I'll use it in mixed company. It's always just been "underwear" for me. In writing my novel, there are several scenes in which my MC...ahem...loses her panties. And I write it as panties. Somehow the cumbersome "underwear" just doesn't belong in a sexy scene, y'know?
Yesterday, my friend called out of the blue and asked if I wanted to go to the pool with her. I jumped at the chance, as we haven't spent much time together in the last year and have recently been working to correct that.
I hurried into the bedroom and donned my swimsuit, then decided I needed to use the facilities before leaving. Once that was done, I snuggled the kitties goodbye, then headed out.
When we got to the pool, I laid my towel on the chair, stripped off my shirt, then dropped my shorts... only to realize that, um, I forgot to put on my swimsuit bottoms.
And I'd just bared my light-pink underwear to the entire (crowded) pool.
My reaction? "Oh shit, Haley!"
Then like a drama queen, I snatched my towel off the chair and sank to the ground, which only drew further attention to me and put me in the added conundrum of how to gracefully put my shorts back on without everyone realizing I was in my grundies.
Answer: there is no graceful way to do that.
So I just stood back up and pulled up my shorts.
Honestly, if it's been a different color, I probably would have rolled with it, but light pink and slate blue obviously don't mix.
Have you thought about your MC's underwear? Boxers or briefs? Panties or thongs? And when's the last time you publicly humiliated yourself?