I've told this story elsewhere; but, here it goes again. In June, 2020, I was complaining about something I can't recall (had nothing whatsoever to do with my wife or our lives). She got exasperated with my griping and finally said, "Just put your big girl panties on and deal with it. They make a lot of pretty ones."
I was immediately taken back mentally to my childhood when I would put my mom's bras, stockings, and girdles on when I was home by myself. I also recalled trying on my wive's (both of them) pantyhose and the immediate arousal that resulted with the need to take myself to orgasm. Since I had lost my prostate to cancer in 2007, I had no illusions about arousal; but I was curious how I might feel wearing them. I haven't stopped wearing panties and have continued adding to my feminine attire wardrobe.