When you found out that you'd be required to wear special underwear, what was your initial reaction?

For me, I honestly thought it was a lie spread by anti-Mormons to make the church sound ridiculous (I was very young).

I was also yelled at because the old style one piece crotchless garmies were hard to figure out and properly fold.

One sin on laundry day would be to not hang towels and sheets in front of them to protect them from stares of nonmormons on the highway. The worst offense was letting a leg touch the dirt under the clothesline. My parents wore the ankle/wrist garmies. Perhaps that's one reason they were so cranky.

I was too little to do the family laundry but the older siblings always had other priorities that helped our family ward standing.



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I thought it was odd but it didn't bug me at the time. I was so naive.

I was BIC, so I grew up thinking it was normal for God to be obsessed with your underwear.

Ugly, ugly, UGLY!
Okay, I did grow up around them, so I knew what they were - UGLY!

The first think I learned from my 'friends' was to get the bottoms too small, so I could wear shorts, that weren't embarrassingly knee length.

When I was a teenager I thought it was ok that my parents wore them. I couldn't imagine my parents wearing normal underwear.

The reaction came when I was told that women wear their garment tops under their bras.

I had long anticipated that blessed day when I would finally pop my (legally and lawfully married) wife's bra off and behold hoo-haws. Real hoo-haws!!

Just more shreds of erotisism I became resigned to not experiencing.

Sort of on the subject of Hoo-haws. I was a convert and my best friend in the church, who was 20 years older than I was, was my idol--a very young thinking 40ish. As soon as I was able, I put in my papers for a mission and then planned on going through the temple. My "friend" barely mentioned garms at all. Imagine my surprise when I ended up in a ONE PIECE not even knowing that I had a choice! Looking back this was dirty pool. On the subject of Hoo-haws I am not bragging nor complaining but I have never had a need for a bra (TMI, I know, but I don't bounce so why bother.) Now, I have become so used to wearing garms that though they have no meaning what so ever, I am shy about buying real underwear (I don't even know my size!). And the tops are the best "camisoles" for one who does not wear a bra but likes to be modest (always have).

I remember seeing them but never thought anything of them. I thought all people from my parent's generation wore those things. It wasn't until my bro got back from his mission and was brushing his teeth that I noticed the weird stitches on his shirt. I asked what the crap they were and he said they were garments. It didn't bother me until I found out what woman wear and what saw what it looked like. Real depressing. If doctor's have a patient with an erection during a physical, forget flicking with a pencil, just show them a pic of a girl in garmies. Honestly, take the hottest chick and put her in those... yeah.. i'm not going to be able to see it anymore.

I streaked through Bolton Field Golf Course in Grove City Ohio.

I guess I felt like it was my last hurrah. I hated wearing the garments. They made me feel tied down. When I dumped them, I felt like a person again.

I wasn't a big fan. I missed my boxers. Was sad to throw them out. Am so happy to have them back.

I was so used to seeing my parents in them when I was growing up so I didn't know any different. I thought they were God-awful when I was a teenager. For some reason I never saw myself wearing them or that I would ever have to and I never have. I'm so happy about that!

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I remember seeing them on my grandfather and thought they were just old peoples' underwear. I later saw them on an aunt and was rather shocked to find out that I would be expected to wear them when I got married. My mother told me they had been worse in the early daysand had been modified as fashion changed. I serious prayed that they would be modified into something resembling modern undewear before I got married.

I remember seeing my first Army boss in them as he got undressed in our tent and thinking that was kinda weird. Mind you the sad sack GI issue OD boxers and t shirts we got in those days were almost as dorky.

Same reaction as when I heard about the secret passwords/handshakes to get into the CK.

I laughed then couldn't believe it wasn't a joke. Made no sense to this convert. Then when I studied Freemasonry and their holy garment, it made sense...just another item JS stole from the Masons.

I knew about them for years before I got them, of course. I thought it was weird when I first heard about them, but I wasn't active at the time and never planned to be, so I didn't care.

Fast-forward a few years...trying to break away from friends that did nothing but party all the time and wanting to find a decent guy to date, I followed my siblings' lead and jumped into the Church, full-swing. Well, not quite. I was actually on the verge of dumping the whole thing again when I met my now-husband. The most sure thing I ever felt/feel. So I stuck with it. We married 7 months after meeting.

I knew garments were coming my way. Unfortunately, I didn't have any female LDS friends. All the LDS women I knew, including my sister who was my escort, take modesty pretty seriously so they never wore tight-fitting clothes. My sister wore the floppy-sleeved ones, so that's what I got and wore for the first year or so, not realizing there were better, tighter, shorter cut ones.

We went shopping right after my endowment so I could get a few shirts to cover up the new underwear. I couldn't wear anything I was used to wearing (and the stuff I tried on wasn't even revealing - I always wore sleeves and higher-cut shirts).

I got back to the car and cried.

But happily, I haven't worn them in over 3 months now, and it rocks.

I grew up a tighty whitie man. I knew the day would come where i'd have to enter the world of g's but dreaded it. Going from wearing briefs to the tshirt and long legged bottom world of garments felt so clausterphobic and repressive. I felt like i'd been put in bubblewrap.

Hated them always.

Lucky I have never been able to wear the so lovely and amazing garments but I did grow up watching my parents wearing them and me washin them.
Always thought to myself hell no am I wearing those!
To this day I wear matching bra and undies sets that are very sexy and delicate and I LOVE IT.

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> To this day I wear matching bra and undies sets
> that are very sexy and delicate and I LOVE IT.

I think I need a smoke after that...

I was a convert, so when I heard about them, I dreaded the thought of having to wear them after the temple. It's a major reason I quit going to church before I was eligible to go to the temple. After I left Mormonism, I quit wearing white underwear and bras, as white reminded me of magic undies too much. The closest I get to white is beige these days.

I am the only sibling out of the church. I visit my siblings families occasionally and am a good houseguest. My brother's family has 4 children and both parents work so I would always take it upon myself to help with the laundry (lots of laundry). One time I visited my sister and was helping her with her laundry. I was folding the garments as I had for my brother and his wife, just as you would fold anyone's underwear and, while I was doing this in her presence, she said, "Stop! You aren't doing it right!" I was taken aback as I had never been told this. She showed me some hokeypokey of this goes one way and that goes this way and then you roll them up like a cylinder. Never got the hang of it. Now I just do the other sybs' laundry. They don't care how I fold the damned things.

LOL! I love people that take their technique or process as "RIGHT". I had a mission comp who did the exact same thing to me. He saw me just folding them in half and stacking, and hes like, "ELDER, you're doing that wrong. You are suppose to do this." Then proceeded with the same cylinder thing, I was pretty confused.

All my years of garmie wearing I never heard of the cylinder fooding method. Mom always folded them into rectangles.

Haha, yeah, and for some reason people think its a "right method" as if the COP brain orders it at initiation. The top is spread out on floor and bottoms folded along crotch are laid on top with waist band parallel with neckline. The sides and sleeves are then folded in at a one third distance of top width reducing it to a rectangle with length being neck to waist. They're then rolled up into a cylinder from neck line down. Another method tucks ends into each other making a package like mini pillows. This thread caused me to dream about my mission, nightmare really...

When I learned that I would have to wear garments after being endowed for my mission, I was heartbroken. I'd seen my parents' sitting in laundry buckets, and I thought it was the nastiest underwear I had ever seen. So I told myself that I would look for scriptural justification for wearing them. I figured there must be some precedent in there to justify wearing them. If I could find that, then I could convince myself that garments were just something I would have to put up with, and I would grin and bear it.

My search was fruitless, but it did lead me here (back in the days when there was no bulletin board--only a mailing list), and that was the beginning of the end of my Mormon days. I walked out of church the day of my missionary farewell and never went back.

So I never went to the temple, and I never wore garments. I don't much mind, although I do sometimes wonder what it would have been like to go through the endowment ritual. Reading about something online just isn't the same as experiencing it first-hand.

tl;dr Garments were the catalyst that got me out of the church.

There is a certain magic to them. When Mrs Mittens first put them on and I saw her in them, my willie wilted.

"What dark magic is this?" I cried aloud.

Holy crap Rena. That's courage.

I also wanted to add something my bro did once. We were all staying at my sister's house. I guess I totally spaced the instruction not to ever let your Gs hit the ground. I had showered and left my dirty clothes in the bathroom. My bro showered after me. I later went back into the bathroom to find my dirty underwear neatly folded and on the counter.

My brother found my dirty underwear on the floor and handled them.

What the hell? I don't even have the words to describe how strange that is, how weird it felt that my brother did that.

I had never heard of garments and wasn't told about them until right before my baptism. I was told that they are a constant reminder of covenants, protection etc...

Of course, I fell for it >< Fast forward to now, I wear regular boxers and that's all. My wife still wears her garments, though.

At least garments are bulletproof.