In the ever-glamorous, ever-expanding world of pleasure toys, panty vibrators have gone from niche curiosity to TikTok sensation. Promising discreet thrills anytime, anywhere—whether you're running errands, sipping lattes, or even schmoozing at a cocktail party—it was only natural that I had to see what all the hype was about.

After a bit of scrolling, I realized panty vibrators are officially having their moment. #VibratingPanty is racking up nearly a million views on TikTok, with people sneaking in a little buzz while shopping for groceries or catching the latest blockbuster.

Look, don’t judge me. I’m a sex toy writer. So when I tell you I’ve signed up to be a beta tester for several companies, it all makes sense, okay? Anyway, I recently had the chance to take Pixie by Nancy for a spin—this remote-controlled gem designed for both private (and public!) play. Now, because I get to try a lot of toys, I’m usually super picky. While I love a good clitoral vibe, panty vibrators are a whole new ball game for me… If TikTokers could handle it though, how hard could it be? (Spoiler: Way harder than you’d think.)

A Little About Pixie

Pixie is Nancy’s first foray into the world of remote-controlled vibrators, and honestly, I couldn’t help myself. After falling in love with their fan-favorites, Uno and Lem, I had high expectations for Pixie. It’s sleek, super discreet, and comes with 10 vibration settings—because why settle for one? Oh, and did I mention it’s USB rechargeable? No more frantic battery searches mid-vibe.

Alright, enough with the tech talk. Let’s get into the real action.

Day 1: WFH

The thought of jumping straight into public play on Day 1? Yeah, no thanks. Easing into it from the comfort of my home seemed like a much smarter choice. I mean, I write about sex toys for a living—how hard could handling a little buzz while typing up some articles be? Spoiler: a lot harder than you'd think.

In short: total disaster.

Getting Pixie in place? Smooth as butter. That magnetic clip locked in perfectly, no awkward fumbling required. But the second I turned it on? My plan crumbled. The sensation? Amazing. The noise? Apparently loud enough for my dog to notice. Cue him jumping into my lap, completely confused, and me desperately trying to shoo him away. After 30 minutes of chaos, focus gone, mood ruined.

Let’s just say, Day 2 has to be better... right?

Day 2: A Walk Around The Park

My second attempt was… slightly more successful. I threw on shorts, a crop top, and took Pixie for a walk around the neighborhood park. It was one of those overcast days where the park was practically deserted, yet somehow, I still felt like everyone had eyes on me.

I kept my distance from anyone nearby, convinced they'd crack my little secret. At one point, I even tied my hoodie around my waist like that was going to magically muffle the sound—which, in reality, was barely a whisper over the city noise.

I tried switching up the vibration patterns, but honestly, my paranoia was working harder than Pixie. After 10 minutes, I gave up. Sure, the walk was short, but it felt like I’d survived a mental marathon.

Day 3: Coffee à la Pixie

Day 3 was a turning point—finally, a small win. After the awkwardness of the first two days, I decided to approach my Pixie experience with a bit more finesse. Loose, flowy skirt? Check. A stroll to my favorite café? Double check. The skirt gave me that peace of mind—no more worrying about tight leggings revealing anything I didn’t want revealed.

Coffee in hand, I turned Pixie on and cycled through the settings. This time? Different. I actually enjoyed the soft, subtle vibrations while sipping my latte. No one had the slightest clue, and for once, I didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious. I sat there for about 15 minutes, quietly testing the patterns, feeling... dare I say it, empowered.

It wasn’t a total victory, but I’ll take it. I felt more in control, more relaxed, and a little bit more confident. Small win? Definitely. But a win’s a win.

Day 4: Pixie Goes To A Party

By Day 4, I was ready to really step things up. I had a friend’s cocktail party on the agenda—a small, intimate gathering, just enough people to make it thrilling. So I slipped into a black top and some jeans, my favorite heels, and, of course, Pixie. But this time, I handed the remote to my partner, giving them full control of the night’s little secret.

As we arrived, mingling and sipping wine, I felt the first subtle buzz under my dress—a teasing hum that sent a wave of excitement through me. My partner, ever so casually, kept the control in their pocket, throwing me playful glances as we moved from conversation to conversation. No one had a clue, and that delicious sense of being on the edge without anyone knowing? Exhilarating.

Throughout the evening, my partner would dial up the intensity—never too much, but just enough to send a rush through me. At one point, while chatting with friends, the vibrations kicked up unexpectedly, and I had to swallow a gasp and keep a smile plastered on my face. The mix of casual conversation, the secret teasing under the table, and the not-so-innocent looks from across the room? It was turning into a dangerously sexy game.

By dessert, I was practically buzzing in every way possible. The night felt electric, charged with anticipation and secrecy. My partner? Absolutely loving it. Day 4? Easily the hottest night yet, and not just because of the wine.

Day 5: Grocery Shopping

After the wild success of Day 4, I was feeling very confident. So, naturally, I thought, “Why not take Pixie for a spin during something as mundane as grocery shopping?” You know, spice things up.

Bad. Idea.

Everything started off fine—I grabbed my shopping list and strolled through the aisles, all casual. My partner, with the remote in hand, was behaving. At first. But right as I reached for a carton of eggs? BAM—they cranked Pixie to full throttle. Cue a full-body jolt that nearly had me tossing the eggs into the air like confetti.

I had to take a deep breath, clutch the eggs for dear life, and try to compose myself, all while convinced that the guy next to me knew exactly what was happening. Meanwhile, my partner looked way too pleased with themselves.

I rushed through the rest of the store, trying to keep it together, but my mind? Absolutely all over the place. By the time we hit the checkout line, I was half-laughing, half-flustered, and trying to shoot my partner a “not here!” look. But they, of course, were loving every second of it.

Lesson learned: some settings—and situations—are not made for discreet thrills. Day 5? A humbling reminder of that fact.

Day 6: Office Woes

By Day 6, I figured, why not bring Pixie to the office for a little midday pick-me-up? Just a few minutes here and there—nothing too crazy, right? A fun way to break up the workday without causing a scene.

So, after tackling my first batch of emails, I casually turned Pixie on, keeping it on the lowest setting. The plan? Just a few quiet minutes of low-key excitement. But, oh, even the slightest buzz had me losing focus. Suddenly, walking to the copier felt like an Olympic event, and I was convinced everyone could somehow sense my secret—despite the fact that Pixie was practically silent.

A few minutes in, I realized the thrill wasn’t worth the constant paranoia. My heart was racing more from the fear of being caught than from the fun. I had to turn it off before I sent an email with way too many typos or got caught grinning like a lunatic during a Zoom call.

Mixing work and play? Definitely not as easy as I thought. The office, I quickly learned, might not be the ideal setting for Pixie—unless it's for the quickest of quick thrills!

Day 7: Confidence at the Café

For my grand finale on Day 7, I wanted to wrap things up on a high note—something chill, but satisfying. So, I headed to my favorite café, this time with a much clearer strategy on how to enjoy Pixie in short, sweet bursts. I grabbed a cozy corner table, ordered my usual latte, and casually turned Pixie on for a couple of minutes.

The soft pulse paired with the hum of café chatter? Perfect. No rush, no pressure—just a little private moment in a public space, where I could savor the thrill without the fear of getting caught. This time, it wasn’t about pushing boundaries but simply enjoying the experience, knowing I was totally in control.

By the time I finished my drink, I switched Pixie off and left feeling, well, content. The biggest takeaway from the week? It’s not always about the public thrill, but learning to get comfortable with my own body, my pleasure, and taking one small step forward at a time.

Final Verdict

I am naughty. I don’t know if you are. But Pixie definitely brought out my kinkier side in a way that I didn’t expect to like as much as I did, LOL.

There is something about somebody else pushing my buttons (IFYKYK),  and honestly, I can’t wait to go out in public again and give up control for a teeny weeny bit. Working on myself solo was amazing too, and just as much fun, if not more!

Over the week, I found preferences I didn’t even know I had. And while not every situation was for me, it was a fun, empowering experiment that reminded me how multi-faceted we all are. Who knows what you might learn about yourself if you try it?

P.S. If you're thinking about snagging Pixie for yourself, don’t wait—it's currently available for preorder, but stock is limited. At least, that’s what the website says. Be sure to check availability at hellonancy.com before they’re all gone!