Hello Everyone, As part of my ongoing submission through Mizz Geena’s Panty Training. Each task is designed to gently move me out of comfort and into awareness, replacing hesitation with obedience and trust. Task 2, in particular, carried my submission beyond the privacy of my own space and into the real world, where discomfort, vulnerability, and quiet pride surfaced together. This is my reflection on following an instruction fully and sitting with everything it awakened in me.

Up until this point, my panties were something private. Known to me. Known to her. Hidden under everyday clothes. Task 2 quietly removed that safety net.

The instruction was simple on paper: wear my panties outside the house, let myself feel what it would be like if others knew, and take a discreet photo somewhere that wasn’t home. A walk to the store, where normal people exist.

I chose a clothing store.

From the moment I stepped out of the house, the panties felt different. Knowing I was wearing them because she told me to changed the sensation entirely. Each step carried a quiet heat — the awareness that my submission was wrapped around me, unseen but very much felt. Not just fabric anymore, but awareness. Every step reminded me that I was presenting one version of myself to the world while another, truer one was hidden just beneath. That contrast stayed with me the entire time.

In the store, I gathered a few shirts and pants and headed to the changing room. I followed Mizz Geena’s command and took the photo while changing. At that moment, I was standing there in nothing but my panties, about to try on the clothes I planned to buy.

That’s when I made a mistake.

I hadn’t locked the door.

It opened suddenly, and a woman stood there for a split second before blurting out, “OMG, sorry,” and quickly closing it. I locked the door immediately, but the damage was already done. My heart was racing. My face was burning. I stood there frozen, wondering what she thought she had just seen.

I could hear her outside, laughing with her friends. The sound pressed into me, mixing shame with a confusing, traitorous thrill. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, and I stood there realizing how deeply my responses were already being reshaped. Every sound felt louder than it should have been. When I finally worked up the courage to leave the changing room, I realized it wasn’t just in my head. The group of girls were looking at me. Laughing. One of them even said, casually and loudly enough for me to hear, that I looked pretty in those.

I have never felt that kind of humiliation before.

In that moment, I felt small. Exposed. Seen in a way I wasn’t prepared for. It wasn’t playful or imagined — it was real, public, and completely out of my control. I finished my purchase and left the store feeling shaken.

But something unexpected happened afterward.

Once the initial embarrassment faded, I noticed that the feeling didn’t disappear. What remained was the steady comfort of having obeyed Mizz Geena completely. Even in that vulnerable moment, I felt held by her intention — like this experience belonged to her, and therefore, so did I. It lingered. And underneath the humiliation was something else — a quiet satisfaction. I had followed my Domme’s instruction fully. I had stayed in my panties. I had taken the photo. I hadn’t run from the experience, even when it became uncomfortable.

Looking back now, I understand why this task exists. Mizz Geena isn’t just teaching me to wear panties — she’s teaching me to soften, to yield, and to let my reactions surface without resistance. Each instruction pulls me a little further into alignment with the boy she sees me becoming.

Panty training isn’t just about what you wear. It’s about awareness, vulnerability, and surrender. It’s about sitting with feelings you don’t normally allow yourself to feel, and realizing they don’t break you — they reshape you.

This was my first real experience of my private submission brushing up against the public world. I know Mizz Geena said this step will be revisited much later in my training, and now I understand why. It left a mark.

Task 2 humbled me.

More than anything, it reminded me that submission isn’t about chasing embarrassment or seeking attention — it’s about trust, intention, and allowing myself to be guided even when I don’t know exactly where the lesson will lead.

I’m still processing what this experience unlocked in me. I don’t feel rushed to label it or fully understand it yet. I only know that I followed, I learned, and I walked away more aware of myself than before.

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