Monica pulled into her driveway, returning home from a day of shopping. Before heading into the house, she made a quick detour to the mailbox. Inside was a few pieces of junk mail... and a flat package. "I wonder what this is," she thought to herself. She couldn't remember ordering anything as of late. She examined the parcel to see where it came from but found no shipping label or return address. "Oh well," she said, shrugging as she walked into the house.
Once inside, she lazily tossed the junk mail and package onto the counter top. She was exhausted, so she opted to make herself a quick dinner before taking a shower and going to bed. Her curiosity wasn't enough to overpower her exhaustion, so the mysterious package would have to wait until the morning.
Feeling relieved after a warm shower, Monica exited the bathroom and entered her walk-in closet. She let the bathrobe fall to the floor, her naked body being reflected in the full length mirror in front of her. She had been gifted with an impressive pair of breasts that would bounce with every step she took. Her short stature, though, made weight distribution a problem. She wasn't chubby, by any means, but she had always sported a small pot belly. Most guys she had been with had thought it was cute, so it didn't bother her too much.
Remembering why she had gone into the closet in the first place, Monica threw on an over sized t-shirt and slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms. As she exited the closet and began to head for the bed, she spied the package she had pulled from the mail earlier resting atop the sheets. "How did that get in here?" she spoke aloud, asking nobody in particular. As she sat on the bed and picked up the package, she decided it was rather pointless to think about it. For all she knew, she could have forgotten she put it there.
Already in her hands now, Monica figured she might as well see what it was she didn't remember ordering. She tore open the top and peeked inside, eyeing what looked like folded fabrics. As she pulled them out, she realized just what those fabrics were. Somebody had shipped her a small assortment of panties which were, surprisingly, just her size.
"Panties? I know I didn't order any underwear."
Again, she attempted to find a label or some kind of indication as to who sent them or where they came from. She didn't even recognize the brand name on the tag and waistbands of the panties. She did, however, notice a small note tucked inside one of the folded pairs. She pulled it out, unfolded it and read it to herself.
Congratulations! You've just received a few select pairs of panties from our newest designer line. This new line is intended to help expand your view on the traditional role of women's underwear. We sincerely wish you a swell day with your new panties.
Again, there was no indication as to who had even written the note. No company, no representative.
She had nearly fallen asleep reading that note. There would be plenty of time in the morning to figure this out, so she placed everything from the package on her nightstand. It wasn't long after she laid her head down that she felt herself fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.
**********
Monica awoke the next morning, feeling quite well rested. With a large yarn, she took a moment to try and remember what day it was. When she finally remembered, the feeling hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Aw, crap."
Monica had promised her friend Elizabeth that she'd help her set up a party for her little brother. The little guy was turning 7, but he was quite the terror sometimes. "Well, let's get this over with," she said as she hefted herself from her bed.
As she walked to the closet to get dressed, she eyed the panties from last night. She considered trying out her gift, so she laid them on her bed, just to see which pair she might like.
Two caught her eye in particular. One pair was a soft cotton brief, stark white except for the colorful little balloons that dotted it. The other was a shiny, satin pair colored a deep purple. Neither pair was particularly flattering, but then again, she wasn't going to dress to impress today anyways.
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