As she descends the stairs, it dawns on you that you are entirely helpless to the whims of this girl. Whatever she does, wherever she goes, you will be there, on her crotch for however long she feels is necessary.
Something else you ponder is that you can smell. This must be a mistake, they didn’t mention that you would be able to smell. You can smell the girl, it isn’t too notable though. The smell isn’t rosy, nor is it putrid either. It’s mostly unremarkable, she’s clearly hygienic, but no smell of body wash stands out in particular.
“Hi Mommy !” You hear her say. Her pace dies down and she bends at the hip. You can feel a hard surface pressing up against the rear of your “body”. It dawns on you that she has sat down in a chair.
“Hi Dee Dee, how are your new undies ?” Her mother responds.
“Very soft !” She shouts back.
Her name is Dee Dee, though you gather that that's probably a nickname. Maybe short for Daedra or some other name that starts with D.
You can guess that Dee Dee is eating breakfast, and your job as panties becomes mostly unstimulating. However, your mind begins to drift and suddenly your view flips around from outward to inward. You can now see Dee Dee’s vagina, a sight that shocks you, causing your view to chaotically flip in and out and up and down. As you gather yourself, you realize that you can see from every angle of your body, as if the surface of the underwear was one big compound eye. You can see the skirt, but you can also see Dee Dee’s bare skin from every part you were attached to.
Suddenly you feel her stand, you can feel her legs striding excitedly and she grabs (what you can guess is) her bookbag with a jangle of zippers and keychains.
“Bye bye Mommy !”
She keeps her pace up, and you can guess from the chirping birds and sudden warm damp feeling entrapping you, that Dee Dee has left her house. Confirming your suspicions, you “look down” to see grass below Dee Dee’s striding legs.
You can pick up a low rumble of an engine. A nostalgic sound, it's definitely her school bus. The grass gives way to asphalt , then the rubber and plastic of the bus’s floor. The sound of rowdy grade schoolers is deafening. You feel her sit down on one of the seats and slide closer to the window across its bench. With a jerk and a hiss, the bus moves forward toward the next stop. And you just stay there, motionless. It is your job after all, you're here to be underwear and so far you're doing well. It’s not like you’d be able to do anything anyways, you can be under that skirt waiting as the bus goes from stop, and nothing more.
When finally at school, the sound of the place is even more chaotic than the bus. Sounds of children joking, laughing and socializing are not drowned out by the click of Dee Dee’s dress shoes against the hard tiled floor.
Eventually, after what feels like hours of walking, her pace slows and the ambient noise changes. She’s definitely entered a classroom.
“Hi Ms.Faith.” You hear her say.
“Hi Dee Dee, have you been reading ?”
“Of course I have been ! I always do !”
“Just messing with you silly. Go, sit.”
Dee Dee giggles, you feel her skip to her desk and plant her rear down on the seat. Her school day has begun.