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Showing posts with label confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confessions. Show all posts

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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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

My First Confession

One of the things I want to do on this blog is confess the things I’ve done and the fantasies I’ve had. I’m not sure why, except maybe it’s all part of understanding this strange little hobby of mine? Who knows, maybe I’ll finally figure me out?

My crossdressing actually began with a fascination with high heels. This began when I was six. I remember playing in the living room of our house when my mother came home from work. It was the 1970s and she wore a pair of wedge-heeled sandals with red straps and tannish synthetic-rubber heels (kind of like the ones in the picture, but not really). She sat down on the couch and put her feet up on the coffeetable, with her legs crossed at the ankle. Suddenly, I just started staring at her shoes. For reasons I could not explain then and cannot explain to this day, I wanted to touch those shoes so badly. I had no thoughts about wearing them or doing anything sexual to them, I just wanted to touch them, to feel them in my hands. Later that night, I snuck into her closet and held them. I even tried them on, but they were too big for me and the moment passed. That was the beginning and I vividly remember that moment to this very day.

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