Of Panties And Jocks

 "There he* goes again, talking about his* love for jockstraps. Again."

- You, reading this post's title.

 

Listen...

Okay, yes. I'm on my gay shit, again.

But it's not like that this time. This post isn't only to gush about how amazing jockstraps are, or how gay they make me feel. Rather, it's to explain why in the name of heck I am turning to boi's undies.

See, for MtF's, sissies, crossdressers, femboys, etc, ditching male undies (and all male clothing, really) is a pretty big deal. It is one (pretty huge) way to reject masculinity, and to embrace of femininity. Most hypnos, tranining programs, and captions reinforce this idea that femmes (even boy femmes) wear panties, that panties feel good, that they are right for us. And they're right - panties are great! Heck, I love panties so much that it was a no-brainer ditching boy undies (even before transitioning), and now my drawer can scarcely hold them all! I've got panties in all shapes, colors, and fabrics.

But.! One day I decided that I wanted to keep my boipussy easily accessible, while keeping my boiclitty safely hidden away. So, off I went, searching low and high, for open-back panties, and I found, much to my displeasure, that there just aren't that many. It's a real shame. And what few exist are, for some inexplicable reason, rather tight and unyielding in front. This normally isn't a deal-breaker, unless I've got my bits caged - in which case, it's a bit of a problem.

So, I turned to some old jockstraps I had stashed away eons ago, and I discovered that they're amazingly cage-friendly. "Duh," you might say, "of course they're cage-friendly, they're made to hold real cocks, silly sissy!" And, well, yes. Though, to be fair, they could stand to be a bit less roomy in the front, to keep my smaller cages in check. Still, they're pretty perfect. So I brought back some old jocks, and I went ahead and purchased a few more.

However, after experiencing this epiphany of "duh, it's roomier", I decided to try on some old boi thongs and bikini undies I also had stashed away. And they gave me results with which I just can't argue: they agree with chastity like only my stretchiest panties do.

Thus, my conundrum is laid bare: I love panties, and I love chastity. And when I say that I love chastity, I mean that I 100%, no lie, prefer to be caged. Like, in my mind, in a perfect world, my natural, state would be locked. I feel right that way. But with panties, I generally have a more difficult time keeping things locked long-term than with boi-undies. So, what do I do?

Easy: I embrace that "boi" half of "femboi."

I haven't written, in-depth, about what identifying as a femboi means to me -yet- but this faggotization journey has led me to accept and enjoy identifying (to different extents, at different points in time) as a boi. In fact, I feel strongly enough about this identity that it's come at odds with my transition, and it's something I need to periodically reassess and reconcile.

Look, sometimes I just want to be a cute little gay boi, ok? Sometimes it's nice to just embrace my body as-is and feel like a super feminine, dress-act-and-get-fucked-like-a-girl gay boi. Sure, it's a bit weird given my history, and it's certainly not for everyone, but it's valid.

And I'll write in detail about this identity* management nightmare in a future post (I promise: I already have a title), but for now I just want to explain that this is why I'm so infatuated with jockstraps: because they are a sexy vehicle through which I can bask in my homosexuality.

(And also because they're good for chastity, it's important we don't forget this.)

It's not all sunshine and rainbows, though. There's an incredible lack of gay/faggy/feminine jocks (and boy thongs and bikinis) out there and it blows my mind, because you'd think there's a market full of slutty bottoms out there eager to buy these up! Instead, there's a bewildering amount of macho jocks readily available, and those just won't do. So it's hard to find suitable jocks, and that's why it's such a big deal when I do find one and why I want to scream about it from a rooftop.

In other words: as much as I love jockstraps, I love being girly even more, so, don't worry, I won't be buying any masc undies, and there's no chance in heck that I'd ever go back to living as a guy. Au contraire, mon ami, I'll only be buying gay/femme undies, because that's just who I am.

I also won't be replacing my panty drawer - in fact, I'll continue adding to it once I'm done losing weight - but I think there's plenty of room to share with some cute little boi undies.

And once my body is ready, I think you might start seeing things my way. 😘

 PS: I finished writing this and hitting ~publish~ after coming home from work and it's not an easy thing to beat, this feeling you get when you slide out of your pants and nothing stands between your butt and fresh air except two thin little straps.

* A quick little memo on these pronouns: it's a mess. Identifying as a femboi I think I prefer he/him, but I'm totally okay with she/her - especially in the context of emasculation (more on this in a future post), so feel free to use either. I'm also okay with boi or girl, but in most contexts probably prefer boi. This is all very new to me and I'm still feeling things out; I appreciate your patience. What I know I definitely don't like is being called a man (so, boi = good; man = bad).