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For those who care to read it, here is a short story, or extended bio of myself. Some can relate, some can't, some may be curious. Everybody has a story. Here's a small highlight of mine...
Some of my very earliest memories include being more interested in my mom and sister's clothing than my own. I have a very vague memory of when I was 5 or 6, parading around the house wearing my mother's panties while she, my dad, and my sister (almost 6 years older) all laughed and called me a sissy. Apparently this happened a lot.
When I was 6 and my sister was 12, our parents divorced, leaving me the only boy in a house with 2 women. We only saw our dad twice a month for the next 2-3 years. My sister, Brittany, and I got along well for the most part. We didn't have much of a sibling rivalry, probably because of the 6 year difference in age. That's not to say we didn't have our little spats and occasional fights over something stupid, but it wasn't an everyday thing. We got along like best friends 80-90% of the time.
Our mother was a part-time stripper, quite gorgeous, and Brittany certainly got her share of mom's looks. As I entered puberty, all I heard from other boys at school was how "Fine" my sister & mom were. Mom looked like a combination of Jacklyn Smith and Kay Parker, same hair style, dark brown-almost black, and a beautiful face & smile. Brittany looked kinda like Valerie Bertinelli, with fairly long dark brown hair, usually about halfway down her back in length.
I didn't know it until I got older, but our mom stripped three, sometimes four nights per week as a second job, leaving Brittany and I alone. But when she was home, she had no shame about barely wearing any clothes. Usually her and Brittany both would just wear t-shirt & panties around the house at night. As for me, I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I learned not to turn my head and stare, but as a curious young boy, I watched with my eyes and preferral vision.
When we were alone at night, Brittany would often dress me up like a girl, and I loved it!! Our mother knew this was going on as she would sometimes catch us. But she would usually just laugh and tell me I was a "Pretty little girl."
As I got older, when I was 10-11 and Brittany was 16-17, she would give me some of her old panties & bras instead of throwing them away, and I'd hide them in my closet or under my mattress. She even gave me a couple of shirts, a pair of shorts, and a bikini. Even though our mother had seen me dressed up several times just playing around, I didn't know how she would respond to me wanting to actually own my sister's hand-me-down clothing. But of coarse, she eventually found them.
I'll never forget her sitting on my bed with me, both scolding and lecturing me, not for 'having' the clothes, but for 'hiding' them. From then on, my desire to 'look' like my sister was never a secret from my mother. I wasn't yet old enough to be wearing the clothes for perverted reasons. I was MUCH smaller than other boys, and girls clothing fit me much better and more comfortable than boys clothes. My mother and Brittany both understood this, and never judged me for it. They even proudly defended me at times as I got older.
As I progressed through my teens, I inherited my sister's hand-me-down clothes just like a little sister would. When I was 18, I was the same size she had been at 18, which was 5'6" 130 lbs. Her clothes fit me perfectly!
When I was 14 I went to live with my grandmother. Brittany stayed with mom and began stripping herself. They actually did a mother/daughter tandem dance at the club when they worked together. As you can imagine, that brought in HUGE tips! I was so jealous!
My mother told my grandmother my 'secret'. Still, I was shy at first about how I dressed around her. But as it became clear that she wasn't judgemental or ashamed of me, the less shy I became. Mom had always strictly advised me not to wear panties to school, which I wouldn't do anyway for fear of getting caught. But when I was in 9th grade, I could no longer resist.
At the time, in 1984, boy's and girl's jeans looked the same, the only difference were size and how they fit. Tight jeans were also still stylish for guys. Brittany's old red tag Levi's fit me perfectly, comfortably, and skin tight. So one morning I woke up and boldly put on "MY" clothes for school. "MY" clothes, that "I" wanted to wear that day consisted of plain, powder-blue, polyester bikini panties, skin-tight Levi's, and a t-shirt. I wasn't afraid of getting caught. I was "Comfortable."
Then, about 15 minutes into 1st period, it hit me. Oh shit! PE class! I've got to dress out! In the locker room! With 50 other boys! But luckily, my t-shirt was long enough to cover my midsection. So I took my jeans off first, allowing my shirt to hide my panties. Then I quickly put my gym shorts on. Then changed into my gym shirt. After class, I simply changed in reverse order, putting my long t-shirt on first. So I always wore a long t-shirt or button-up to school, minimizing the risk of getting exposed in PE. Long shirts also minimized the risk of my panty line being seen through my jeans. It's a shame, but in the '80s, in the South, I had to be discreet about "My" clothes when not at home.
Although my first 3 sexual encounters during high school were all with guys, I was not gay, nor was I becoming gay. Not by a long shot. I guess I was naturally bi, but I was primarily interested in girls, but extremely bashful around them. I guess I was also a little paranoid of letting any of them know my so-called 'secret.'
Then when I was 19, my first real girlfriend came along. Several months went by before we became sexual, and I came totally clean with my femme interests. At first she was shocked and unsure how to feel about it. But she soon accepted me for who I was. After all, she was getting to know me better than anyone. Well, besides Brittany. To this day, I don't think anyone knows me as well as she does. We have a very close and intimate sibling relationship that few can understand.
Michelle and I dated for 4 years before finally marrying. She was a medium sized, buxom chic with DD breasts. She was naturally dominant, and wore "The pants" in our marriage. Our sex life was heavenly, everything else was a disaster. We became swingers before we even married. She said if I was gonna be a sissy, she would get her masculinity needs elsewhere. She did, and that turned me on with great ecstacy for 12 years, 11 years of marriage.
She loved humiliating me. By the time we married, she made sure the whole town knew that I was a full-fledged crossdressing, bi-sexual sissy. To tell you the honest truth, that turned me on! I didn't care one bit. I never lost any friends over it. Nobody seemed any different toward me. And I no longer had to worry about trying to hide anything. I was free. Although our marriage was rocky, we had an amazingly erotic, open sex life that I still enjoy remembering.
To be continued...
Some of my very earliest memories include being more interested in my mom and sister's clothing than my own. I have a very vague memory of when I was 5 or 6, parading around the house wearing my mother's panties while she, my dad, and my sister (almost 6 years older) all laughed and called me a sissy. Apparently this happened a lot.
When I was 6 and my sister was 12, our parents divorced, leaving me the only boy in a house with 2 women. We only saw our dad twice a month for the next 2-3 years. My sister, Brittany, and I got along well for the most part. We didn't have much of a sibling rivalry, probably because of the 6 year difference in age. That's not to say we didn't have our little spats and occasional fights over something stupid, but it wasn't an everyday thing. We got along like best friends 80-90% of the time.
Our mother was a part-time stripper, quite gorgeous, and Brittany certainly got her share of mom's looks. As I entered puberty, all I heard from other boys at school was how "Fine" my sister & mom were. Mom looked like a combination of Jacklyn Smith and Kay Parker, same hair style, dark brown-almost black, and a beautiful face & smile. Brittany looked kinda like Valerie Bertinelli, with fairly long dark brown hair, usually about halfway down her back in length.
I didn't know it until I got older, but our mom stripped three, sometimes four nights per week as a second job, leaving Brittany and I alone. But when she was home, she had no shame about barely wearing any clothes. Usually her and Brittany both would just wear t-shirt & panties around the house at night. As for me, I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I learned not to turn my head and stare, but as a curious young boy, I watched with my eyes and preferral vision.
When we were alone at night, Brittany would often dress me up like a girl, and I loved it!! Our mother knew this was going on as she would sometimes catch us. But she would usually just laugh and tell me I was a "Pretty little girl."
As I got older, when I was 10-11 and Brittany was 16-17, she would give me some of her old panties & bras instead of throwing them away, and I'd hide them in my closet or under my mattress. She even gave me a couple of shirts, a pair of shorts, and a bikini. Even though our mother had seen me dressed up several times just playing around, I didn't know how she would respond to me wanting to actually own my sister's hand-me-down clothing. But of coarse, she eventually found them.
I'll never forget her sitting on my bed with me, both scolding and lecturing me, not for 'having' the clothes, but for 'hiding' them. From then on, my desire to 'look' like my sister was never a secret from my mother. I wasn't yet old enough to be wearing the clothes for perverted reasons. I was MUCH smaller than other boys, and girls clothing fit me much better and more comfortable than boys clothes. My mother and Brittany both understood this, and never judged me for it. They even proudly defended me at times as I got older.
As I progressed through my teens, I inherited my sister's hand-me-down clothes just like a little sister would. When I was 18, I was the same size she had been at 18, which was 5'6" 130 lbs. Her clothes fit me perfectly!
When I was 14 I went to live with my grandmother. Brittany stayed with mom and began stripping herself. They actually did a mother/daughter tandem dance at the club when they worked together. As you can imagine, that brought in HUGE tips! I was so jealous!
My mother told my grandmother my 'secret'. Still, I was shy at first about how I dressed around her. But as it became clear that she wasn't judgemental or ashamed of me, the less shy I became. Mom had always strictly advised me not to wear panties to school, which I wouldn't do anyway for fear of getting caught. But when I was in 9th grade, I could no longer resist.
At the time, in 1984, boy's and girl's jeans looked the same, the only difference were size and how they fit. Tight jeans were also still stylish for guys. Brittany's old red tag Levi's fit me perfectly, comfortably, and skin tight. So one morning I woke up and boldly put on "MY" clothes for school. "MY" clothes, that "I" wanted to wear that day consisted of plain, powder-blue, polyester bikini panties, skin-tight Levi's, and a t-shirt. I wasn't afraid of getting caught. I was "Comfortable."
Then, about 15 minutes into 1st period, it hit me. Oh shit! PE class! I've got to dress out! In the locker room! With 50 other boys! But luckily, my t-shirt was long enough to cover my midsection. So I took my jeans off first, allowing my shirt to hide my panties. Then I quickly put my gym shorts on. Then changed into my gym shirt. After class, I simply changed in reverse order, putting my long t-shirt on first. So I always wore a long t-shirt or button-up to school, minimizing the risk of getting exposed in PE. Long shirts also minimized the risk of my panty line being seen through my jeans. It's a shame, but in the '80s, in the South, I had to be discreet about "My" clothes when not at home.
Although my first 3 sexual encounters during high school were all with guys, I was not gay, nor was I becoming gay. Not by a long shot. I guess I was naturally bi, but I was primarily interested in girls, but extremely bashful around them. I guess I was also a little paranoid of letting any of them know my so-called 'secret.'
Then when I was 19, my first real girlfriend came along. Several months went by before we became sexual, and I came totally clean with my femme interests. At first she was shocked and unsure how to feel about it. But she soon accepted me for who I was. After all, she was getting to know me better than anyone. Well, besides Brittany. To this day, I don't think anyone knows me as well as she does. We have a very close and intimate sibling relationship that few can understand.
Michelle and I dated for 4 years before finally marrying. She was a medium sized, buxom chic with DD breasts. She was naturally dominant, and wore "The pants" in our marriage. Our sex life was heavenly, everything else was a disaster. We became swingers before we even married. She said if I was gonna be a sissy, she would get her masculinity needs elsewhere. She did, and that turned me on with great ecstacy for 12 years, 11 years of marriage.
She loved humiliating me. By the time we married, she made sure the whole town knew that I was a full-fledged crossdressing, bi-sexual sissy. To tell you the honest truth, that turned me on! I didn't care one bit. I never lost any friends over it. Nobody seemed any different toward me. And I no longer had to worry about trying to hide anything. I was free. Although our marriage was rocky, we had an amazingly erotic, open sex life that I still enjoy remembering.
To be continued...
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