I When I First Dressed As a Girl
My first recollection of dressing was when I was about 7 or 8 years old. My sister (18m older than me) had a gorgeous turquoise bikini, in a kind of stretch towelling material. I loved the way the bikini bottoms hugged me so tight and wearing the top just felt so wonderful. I wasn't really aware of 'sexy' at that time, but I certainly felt that first time all-over electric buzz that I still get when dressed in girly things.
We woudl often play in the garden during the summer months, and I would often be dressed in my sister's bikini for those games. My mum must have seen me, but never said anything - probably thought I would grow out of it, or that it was just harmless dressing up. Wrong! It obviously started a life long addiction to girly undies and pretty clothes.
It turned a major corner aged about 11 or 12 when I started rummaging through the wash basket for panties when I first started wanking. Mainly my sister's but also my mum's. First just for rubbing myself, and then quickly progressing to wearing them. I still love the way lacy panties feel as they are being pulled up my legs into a snuggly position around my stiff girly ****. Bras quickly followed (oh what a divine feeling pulling my first bra up my arms! A delightful little trainer bra of my sister's - just flimsy thin straps and soft stretch flat cups). I was quickly becoming and addicted panty boy.
We woudl often play in the garden during the summer months, and I would often be dressed in my sister's bikini for those games. My mum must have seen me, but never said anything - probably thought I would grow out of it, or that it was just harmless dressing up. Wrong! It obviously started a life long addiction to girly undies and pretty clothes.
It turned a major corner aged about 11 or 12 when I started rummaging through the wash basket for panties when I first started wanking. Mainly my sister's but also my mum's. First just for rubbing myself, and then quickly progressing to wearing them. I still love the way lacy panties feel as they are being pulled up my legs into a snuggly position around my stiff girly ****. Bras quickly followed (oh what a divine feeling pulling my first bra up my arms! A delightful little trainer bra of my sister's - just flimsy thin straps and soft stretch flat cups). I was quickly becoming and addicted panty boy.
By:
lucylingerie2
Age:
46-50
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Male
