Hello Everyone, I’m continuing my journey through Mizz Geena’s Panty Training, and Task 3 was designed to let me feel like a pretty pantyboy while moving through real life. Posed. Social. Discreet. All layered into one stretch of time where my submission was never set aside.

I started at home with the first instruction. In just my panties, I chose one of the women’s underwear model poses and held it longer than felt natural. Standing there, intentionally positioned, made me aware of my posture, my legs, and how soft and exposed I felt. It wasn’t about being seen by anyone else. It was about allowing myself to be presented for her. That mindset stayed with me even after I got dressed.

For the social part of the task, I went out to a pub in Vancouver with friends, including a few girls I know. We had decided on a black dress code for the night. I wore a black shirt and black pants, with black flower printed panties underneath. Knowing I was wearing them because Mizz Geena instructed me to completely changed how the night felt.

We drank, listened to music, and danced. On the outside, it looked like a normal night. Inside, I felt subtly feminine and unexpectedly comfortable, like the panties softened me from the inside out. At the same time, there was a quiet tension. A constant awareness that I was carrying something special and hidden. The kind of thing that makes people respond to you differently without knowing why.

That awareness sharpened when my shoelace came loose. I bent down to tighten it and only realized afterward that my panties could have been visible to anyone standing behind me. My stomach dropped for a moment. I didn’t notice any immediate reaction, so I kept going, but the feeling stayed with me. My submission had almost slipped into view.

After the pub, we headed home together on transit. A girl I know, a friend of my friend, sat beside me. She leaned in close and whispered that she had seen my panties when I bent down, and told me I had good taste choosing them. I didn’t explain why I was wearing them or mention Mizz Geena. That part of me belongs where it belongs. When she asked if I had more pairs, I admitted I did. I asked her not to tell anyone. She laughed softly and gave me an evil smile. Not playful. Knowing. The kind that made it clear she saw this side of me and understood it. She said she wouldn’t tell anyone, but that she would call me soon.

That moment stayed with me the rest of the ride. I felt relieved she wasn’t exposing me, and uneasy knowing someone else now carried that knowledge. It made me aware of how attention works. How curiosity forms. How easily something private can become desirable to others once it’s glimpsed.

The next day, I completed the final part of the task. I wore the same panties to work and took a discreet photo in the washroom. Standing there, hidden in plain sight, I felt how seamlessly this training had threaded itself through different parts of my life.

Task 3 wasn’t about humiliation. It was about embodiment. Letting my panties and my submission follow me everywhere. Feeling pretty, composed, and slightly vulnerable all at once. There is a confidence that comes from being guided this precisely, and it shows whether you intend it to or not.

If Task 3 was about letting my submission exist everywhere, I can already feel Task 4 waiting to tighten that space even more. I don’t know what comes next. I only know that once you experience being shaped like this, you don’t want to go back. And that desire, I’m learning, is exactly the point under the guidance of Mizz Geena.

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