Wednesday, May 09, 2012

My Confessions Continued. . .

Last time I told you how all of this got started. The whole experience didn't last very long and it was almost accidental that I ended up wearing anything feminine, but it stuck with me my entire life. Today I want to confess the first time I intentionally set out to put on something feminine.

When I was 10 or 11, a cousin came to stay with us for a couple weeks. She was an attractive girl about a year older than me. One day after she arrived, my mother dropped off a some clean laundry in my room. Mixed into the pile were a pair of pink panties. I still remember them today. They were boy-cut panties with a diagonally checkered pink and white pattern with a tiny dark pink lace wasteband and a one inch bow on the front. I never even thought about returning them. Instead, I put them on then and there and wore them for days. I desperately wanted to add more of her clothes, but I was never able to get into her room because there was always somebody home.

The more I wore these panties, the more I began to dream about them. At first, they would just be sitting somewhere in the dream. Soon I was wearing them in the dream. Sometimes people noticed, sometimes they didn't. In one dream, I spent the whole day in school wearing nothing but these panties and a pair of sandals and no one seemed to notice! I'm pretty sure that was my first wet dream.

Eventually, I had to return them because I became paranoid that someone would notice, but I was hooked. I knew at that point that women's clothes and I would have a special relationship thereafter. . . and it wouldn't always be this simple or innocent.

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