Yes, but this type of thing needs to be forced upon me ...or at least done with a veil of force. Otherwise, I'd just avoid the panties altogether. If there is a punishment associated with avoiding them, I'm more susceptible to compliance (which is the entire goal). I'm not very keen on wearing panties in my day to day life - it has always been a behind closed doors type of thing. That refusal to wear them comes from a place of fear. Deep down, I really do want to wear them, I just need a push to do so. With a game that is planned to last a year, I can't have it be super time-consuming in my day to day life. If that happens, I will burn out and stop playing altogether.
Also, the randomness of the game and that type of mental game has always gotten me off. Losing control by forcing myself just slightly out of my comfort zone turns me on like nothing else, even if I am doing it in a safe manner. I love playing this type of super-complicated mental game that contains a little bit of chance, mystery and force.
When I was younger, I had a series of small locks. I would attach the key for the next lock to hasp of each previous lock. So, lock 1 would have the key for lock 2 attached to it, lock 2 would have the key for lock 3 attached to it, etc. The final lock had my house key attached. I used to chain the even locks to a tree on one side of my yard and the odd locks to a tree on the other side of my yard and lock myself outside. I would then have to walk back and forth about 30 times, unlocking a series of boxes along the way in order to gain access to my house. That was very time consuming, as I didn't know which locks went with what keys. I've be very exposed in my back yard while doing this.
I started doing this under the dark of night just wearing panties and a buttplug under my jeans. As I expanded my boundaries, I ended up locking heels onto my feet and wearing a miniskirt and girl's clothing, with a different task to complete contained within each box (assfucking, piss drinking, etc.). As I got more comfortable, I even played once with a tree that was in my back yard and one that was in a park about a block away after taking an enema and attempting not to leak anything out around my buttplug that I somehow figured out how to "lock" in there with a few layers of women's clothing locked into place above it (I don't quite remember how this was accomplished, but I do remember a locked belt around my waist and a one-piece bathing suit keeping things in place underneath. After drinking a liter of water, I locked myself out at 3am and it took me about 3 hours to complete this task with heels locked to my feet. It was extremely dark when I started, but I had no watch on me so there was always the looming threat of being stuck outside as the sun started to rise - I really cut it close, the enema water was leaking out around the buttplug all night, and I had to piss myself a few times just to relieve the pressure. It was really fucking humiliating, but I had no choice but to go through with it.
Any sexual progress I've made over the years was because of something ridiculously complicated like this pushing my boundaries and forcing myself slightly out of my comfort zone. I look at this pantie game the same way. If I just throw them into the drawer, they will never be worn. If I just switch out all of my underwear with panties, I will rebel and burn-out of the idea before even getting started. So, I need to strike a balance and give myself some rules to follow and to force myself out of the house wearing panties under my clothes in broad daylight.