The beginning
Posted: Mon May 03, 2004 8:26 pm
I was 11 or 12. I already learned how to reach a climax alone. Me and my brother slept in the open area of the basement that acted as our room. From where I would lay on my bed to watch TV I could see the washer and dryer. My sister would have been 16 or 17 and I started noticing these underwear that were definitly girls, but not like my mothers. These were bikini, not granny panties. And the bright colors made them just leap out at me. I could see this pair of aqua nylon bikini underwear. I swear they becconed me. I could not keep my mind off of them. First I just touched them, and rubbed them against my face. But after they remained there for several days, I got the idea that i would take them, hide them, then at night when I was all alone I would put them on under my covers. Later I could return them to the laundry and none would be the wiser.
Well, once i had them on I got incredibly excited. At that point, I was hooked. I never returned them. From then on, I would steal her underwear and return them to the wash, but the aqua ones I never returned. And that is how I started. Being a loner and not liked anyway, the shame of wearing them was no less than the shame I already had because I was a bedwetter, very uncoordinated, not good at sports. Afraid to fight. Left handed and smart. I already played alone, which is why I had time to think about crossdressing I guess. Anyway, that is how I started.
OH! BTW, the picture is of me, I was 2 or 3. My sisters really wanted another sister, and I was the third boy in a row. So they just made me their little sister. This would have been one of my first crossdressing experiences, although I don't recall the ordeal or the picture being taken. I only reccognize it because it was always in our family pictures as a way of humiliating me. I have heard that this experience could have caused my CD, but who knows? I think I looked pretty good right from the start.
Well, once i had them on I got incredibly excited. At that point, I was hooked. I never returned them. From then on, I would steal her underwear and return them to the wash, but the aqua ones I never returned. And that is how I started. Being a loner and not liked anyway, the shame of wearing them was no less than the shame I already had because I was a bedwetter, very uncoordinated, not good at sports. Afraid to fight. Left handed and smart. I already played alone, which is why I had time to think about crossdressing I guess. Anyway, that is how I started.
OH! BTW, the picture is of me, I was 2 or 3. My sisters really wanted another sister, and I was the third boy in a row. So they just made me their little sister. This would have been one of my first crossdressing experiences, although I don't recall the ordeal or the picture being taken. I only reccognize it because it was always in our family pictures as a way of humiliating me. I have heard that this experience could have caused my CD, but who knows? I think I looked pretty good right from the start.
