Charlotte felt like a daring bad girl having bought her first thong. She was excited and a little embarrassed. It felt like everyone on the street was staring about the naughty little thong that she had crumpled in her hand.
She rushed giddily towards her hotel when she came across the German town’s central train station, predictably named “Hauptbahnhof”.
Charlotte felt a strong urge to put the thong on as soon as possible, so she went inside the station and found a women’s bathroom, marked "WC".
She walked in with the thong in her hand and locked herself in a stall. She quickly hiked up her skirt and hooked her thumbs in her regular panties. She pulled them down and held them in her other hand.
Her old panties felt so tired and boring. Something told her she really needed to be more fun and adventurous. Today was the first day of the rest of her life.
Feeling cheeky, Charlotte tossed her old panties into the toilet and flushed them down. As the water circled, she pulled on her new thong.
The thong fit her perfectly. It felt sexy and sophisticated, perfect for a blossoming young woman on an adventure.
Charlotte lowered her skirt and smoothed it out. That felt somewhat wrong, so she rolled it up making it shorter, more up by her knees. Ah. That felt much better! She walked out of the stall and looked at herself in the mirror. She was flushed and smiling.
~Attagirl!~ a voice sounded in her head.
“That’s right,” she thought. “I'm hot and it's awesome.”
She walked outside, her skirt flouncing playfully. |