As most of you know, my mom was the first to "Petticoat" me as a young toxic male to change my behavior. While shopping for a new bra, Miss Brenda asked me how I felt about my first bra. Basically, I told her about how I fought and cried the first time mother tried to put one on me, despite the fact that I was quite comfortable wearing panties by then. I kicked and screamed, then finally begged mom not to, before feeling defeated, surrendered to her will. Miss Brenda got a big smile and said, "Look at you now, picking out your own in Macy's!" Anyway feeling nostalgic, here are a few that I most likely wore.