I stare at myself in the mirror, dressed up in the first set: a sheer, pastel pink three-piece consisting of a frilly bralette and a loose-fitting panty peeking through underneath some ruffled tap shorts. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever worn before. It’s not an overly sexual outfit by any means, and I can neither imagine myself wearing it on an anniversary with my boyfriend, nor is it something I could hang out in the living room if any of my other roommates were home.