I wear the oldest, grungiest, flannel or cotton nightgowns that my wife can find at the thrift stores Even after they are washed, I feel uncomfortable knowing that they are used -( but not as bad as when she brings home second hand panties). Some stores will sell clothing in very poor condition ,and my wardrobe of feminine items is at the lower end, with my wife deliberately seeking out horrible colours or prints, stains, etc on the clothing she buys for me. We went on a shopping trip in another city one time, and the saleslady said 'So you're actually looking for GRUNGY ? " in a surprised tone. Wife just commented that a certain person was being taught a lesson, but I'm sure the salesperson had no idea it was me