I had not worn female underwear for many years, and it’s just a bad as I recall. I’ve grown out of all the dresses I used to wear and thankfully my aunt hasn’t conjured a selection in adult sizes.
I half expected my aunt to give me one of her dresses to wear but no… I’m allowed to don my own clothes. If I’d known it was going to be like this I guess I’d have tried to secure some accommodation before the move. But I tried that and found nothing. Maybe if I’d known I’d have bought myself some knickers and avoided the humiliation of being put into a nappy instead.