At first when I stepped out of my apartment wearing those thongs under my jeans, there was this rush of excitement unlike anything I had experienced before. As I started driving and got close to work, the excitement gave way to nervousness.
With the boy shorts, after the initial nervousness, as I engrossed myself in work, I pretty much was able to easily take my mind off the panties. I only had to be mindful of the panties when I had to use the bathroom.
With these thongs, it was a totally different experience. The thong pulling against my crack constantly reminded me of my exposed butt cheeks. That humiliating reminder would excite my little peepee causing it to rise only for the fear of being exposed as a pantywaist overwhelm the excitement and cause my dicklet to shrink back. The whole day I was squirming in my seat, going through these roller coaster of emotions.
At the end of the day though, I am glad I did it.