I love writing about innocence, especially innocence that becomes lost or corrupted. It just makes a part of my brain (or more earthy bits) go 'bling' in nice, warm ways.
But externalizing innocence sometimes feels repetitive, because if you're going to write about an innocent girl being slowly exposed or drawn out or made vulnerable... you're inevitably going to describe a pair of white panties.
If it's an honest story, you go with cotton panties. Something comfortable, if maybe a little more high cut than what you'd actually wear for comfort. If you're being a little naughtier or emphasizing the virgin aspect, then you add a little lace. Something a bit more 'bridal.' Anything more risqué and you run the risk of disrupting the mental image the reader's built up about your bit of crumpet and her lack of worldliness.
I get it, and it's nice symbolism, but it gets boring sometimes. I know virgins wear interesting panties. (I certainly didn't wear dull underwear all the time, back in the day.) Even if they can't get their hands on $45 panties from Victoria's Secret, they're at least going have some frilly bits. Or patterns. Or color.
But, it takes a very special 'innocence lost' story to have our heroine's light blue dress slowly, lovingly slide up her untouched thighs to reveal... the Wonder Woman themed panties she bought at Target because Wonder Woman is awesome you don't even know.
...actually, now that I think about it, I probably could write that story. But it would be very different than what I'm working on now.
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