He is the cultural icon of the new millennium, adored by both men and women everywhere. He touches the lives of all who have seen him, in some sort of deeply arousing, yet simply, well, simple way. He makes you smile and just hearing his name can brighten your day. He is, the man adored by all, the kind of talent that comes around so rarely, that the embodiment of what he is takes your breath away. He is - NO! Not Ricky Martin! -It's – "yoo-Hoo"... PANTYMAN! YES!!

HereYouGo.com and Pantygrams are proud to announce that the following is the "yoo-Hoo"... Pantyman Story, told in his own words, finally bringing some relief to adoring fans who have anxiously been waiting for more information on this exciting and mysterious figure who has so dominated their thoughts for so long.

And so, without any further ado, we proudly present –

"His"tory - "yoo-Hoo"... Pantyman - My Life as Told By Me
*All rights reserved - no part of this may be duplicated - blah, blah ,blah

In the beginning - or - Bottoms Up!

I was a breach birth – came out bum first – a sign of things to come.

I was born one day, or one evening of the last century. It was in the early spring, no, wait, late fall, no, mid-summer - Oh, it was during one of the four seasons. Anyway, I was born! At first they thought I had a huge smile, until they realized, that was not my face!!!!

And it was on this day, or night, whenever, that the fates looked down on my family and decided upon my future. I was a breach-baby, born with my bottom up to the world (scared my mom half to death - she thought I was some faceless monster). A quick slap on the rump from the doctor and a loud "YooHoo" holler from me, and life began.

Home and Family – or - Growing Up - Down Undie

I was raised by my mother (a lingerie model retired at my birth) and my father ( a door to door lingerie salesman) in a little shack located in the out-back-side, down undie. We weren't rich, having only the bare essentials, but we were happy.

Dad was gone a lot of the time - the nearest door to ours being 200 miles down the road - and because of that, I grew up a little cheeky.

Mother says I was always happy - never bummed out, and that she knew I was destined for something special.

I adored Santa Claus and wanted to grow up to be generous and giving just like him. This too, was discovered by my parents while I was still very young.

It seems that on the rare occasions that we did receive visitors I would whip off my undies and hand them to a guest, a big smile on my face, and a loud "YooHoo" erupting from my lips. All were visibly impressed with my sense of giving and were sure it was a sign of what was to come. When I was being potty trained, and would have the occasional mishap, I would take off my undies and hang them on a bush, or a tree, leaving a trail of my adventures.

School – or - Everything I Know, I Learned From My Mother

As I said, we lived far from the city, so my parents schooled me at home. Because of their backgrounds, along with the three "R's", I was taught all there was to know about the lingerie industry. By the time I was 8 I knew the difference between boxers, briefs and a camisole.

Mom taught me everything she knew about modeling and Dad everything he knew about salesmanship, delivering the goods and most important that you should "Never get caught with your panties down, unless you have great panties".

It was during this time that I first discovered not everyone wears only their panties! We always had at home because of the heat. I thought everyone did until that fateful day we all headed to the big city. Oh! You can imagine my wonder at seeing everyone all covered up. (Gave me nightmares for weeks!)

Time passed quickly and Mom knew I'd be leaving home soon to head out on my own and she tried to prepare me - but - I just couldn't get comfy in those darn clothes! They itched, they scratched, and they pulled in all the wrong places.

Finally Mother said to forget it - I was my own person and I could decide what I would and wouldn't wear. I think you can guess my decision.

Work – or - Life Outside the Out-back-side

It wasn't long before I had finished all my schooling and was ready to face the world and find a job. Dad hoped I would follow in his tire-tracks and do door to door work, and although I could deliver the goods, I was interested in something more exciting.

At first I considered the legal profession but when I found out that lawyers briefs and debriefing wasn't what I thought it was, I quickly changed my mind (and my underwear).

Boxing appealed to me, except for the part of getting hit.

I finally left home, unsure of what I'd do.

It wasn't long before I landed a job as a changing room assistant in Pantyland, the largest lingerie store on the continent. It was here that I first experienced the thrill of having panties thrown at me. It sparked an idea in the backside of my mind to somehow return the favor, but that would have to wait – first, I was needed by my country in a matter of the utmost urgency!

Espionage – or - My Life Undie-Cover

While putting away panties at Pantyland one day, I was approached by a representative of the government. They were looking for new agents to do undie-cover work for the newly formed CIA - Center for Intimate Apparel - and said I would be perfect.

I can't say much about my time there, as it's still classified, but the work was enjoyable and everything was going fine until that fateful day: a nasty de-briefing during the case of the cross-dressing chimp found me out on my backside - no ifs, ands or butts!

It wasn't long, however, before I was again called into service for my country - this time for the FBI - Federal Bureau of Intimates. You may know it as the FDI - Federal Dresser of Intimates - but they got so many calls from people wanting to store their intimates in the Federal Dresser, that they changed the name.

Again, my career there is classified but not uneventful. I quickly rose from the bottoms-up the ranks and was soon director. However it didn’t tale long before I realized that life behind a desk wasn't for me and quit to pursue other endeavors.

An Idea Takes Shape - or - Pantygrams - What a Concept

I bummed around for a while, went back home to see my folks, and Mom got me a job at a modeling agency. (Dad was still trying to get me door to dooring.) I had a brief career as an underwear model, but the idea I had had back at Pantyland was starting to take shape (looked like a bikini to me) and so I settled down to concentrate on getting it to take-off.

I was trying to find a way to use the lingerie knowledge I got from my mother and the delivery knowledge supplied by Dad and a whole new way of making underwear fun again!

It was while opening a care package (nice new undies from home) that it hit me - PANTYGRAMS! – personalized, hand delivered, underwear - what fun!

Dad helped me set up the business, Mom took orders, I designed undies and BOOM! - before you could say "boxers or briefs" we were taking it off!

Pantygrams were being delivered door by door, worldwide. Butt something was missing. It didn't take us long to figure it out.

The Evolution of the Pantygram – or - A Brief Slip-Up

We were so busy with the Pantygrams that mistakes were being made. The wrong notes were getting into the wrong panties, causing all sorts of turmoil.

By now the internet was the way to go and we happened upon a quirky little site called HereYouGo.com. They were an innovative, theme-oriented on-line greeting card company, just what I was looking for.

I contacted the CEO - Coordinator of Entertainment Officer - Dawn VanZant, and she sent me examples of her cards and undie-believable as it may seem - here we are - Pantygrams - the on-line greeting card. (There’s a little more to it, but it’s kinda technical and more than a little boring, so let’s skip it, ok?)

On with the story…Now people can write and send Pantygrams anytime, anywhere! All because I wanted to throw panties back to those who had thrown them at me - so long ago. (I'm still the throwee not the thrower a lot of times and I still enjoy it as much as I always have.)

The Future – or - Pantygrams Forever

I let others run the business now. I'm having ways too much fun baring it all (well almost all) and delivering Pantygrams, and I still have an unfulfilled dream - to deliver Pantygrams to all the undie-privileged throughout the world.

So, keep an eye open for me - my story isn't finished yet - it's just taking a brief pause before I start my next adventure.

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