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I am a saleswoman and you approach me inquiring about pantyhose for the woman in your life. You describe her dimensions and I look you up and down skeptically. I describe different types of pantyhose and when you aren't sure which one would work, I call you out and tell you I think you're shopping for yourself. I prove it by making you pull down your pants and show everyone the pantyhose underneath. I know a pantyhose faggot when I see one! I mock you, humiliate you, and call you a pantyhose faggot repeatedly as you stand there in the middle of the store. Everyone now knows who you're really shopping for: yourself!