Awakening ndash Chapter 2
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This is a cross dressing story, I am labeling this a gay story because honestly those that read gay stories are kinder in their response to a story. If I label it first time or shemale the critics tear it up because it must not fit their mindset. I’d love a thumbs up and comments if you wish. I know several of my readers will think I read their mind.
This is a story loosely based on my start in cross dressing. In full disclosure my start was with a panty girdle and my mother was never an object of curiosity or desire sexually. I have taken a few liberties to bring you along the twisted trail of the mindset of someone much too young to have any idea of what any of this was about or where it would lead. XHamster – why don’t you have a profile for cross dressing?
It was early morning and the middle of winter. The icy wind blew the snow around outdoors and my window was covered in frost. In my young mind the frost looked like lace, the same lace I had noticed on my mother’s white silky slip she sometimes wore in the early morning before getting dressed for her work.
My fingers scrambled and found the edge of my blanket, it was edged with a satin ribbon that I loved to feel slip through my fingers. The edges were getting tattered and worn for all the attention I gave it. “I wonder what it feels like to have your body covered in silky soft fabric?” I thought as my mind began to clear from my deep slumber.
“Why is it that women and girls get to wear pretty under things and men and boys wear plain old cotton?” I asked myself in my mind. I had been pondering these things for months as my hairless young cock had began to harden without warning. Sometimes it happened at school and I was embarrassed with the tent it would make in my jeans. Trying to hide it seemed to make it worse and often a teacher would scold me for “squirming around.” If she only knew how hard my cock was she’d know why I was not able to set still.
There was hardly a sound in the house, the furnace would run and blow warm air into my room and then shut off with a metallic thump under the floor. I could hear the wind blow and hard frozen pellets of snow being blown against the window. “I hope they will call school off,” I thought as my fingers slid up and down the silky satin ribbon.
And then I couldn’t stand it any longer and flipped the covers off. I pulled my cotton briefs down and ran my fingers down my hard shaft. It was such a soft feeling yet my cock was hard like it had a bone in it. I found the satin ribbon again and began my early morning ritual of stimulating my hard little boy erection with that ribbon.
I loved the feel of it as it slipped along my tip, soft and silky satin against my satin smooth cock tip. I slipped that narrow ribbon edge along my smooth cock and felt that sensation deep inside of me that almost hurt at times, yet hurt in a good way. I reached further down the blanket, the coolest part of the ribbon felt the best as I slipped it along my hairless cock and balls.
But as always there just wasn’t enough ribbon edging to let me know what it felt like to wear a silky slip that would cover me from my chest to my knees. I imagined what it must feel like to lie in bed completely covered with that delicate fabric. A month or so ago I was in the bathroom and my mother’s slip was lying half out of the hamper, I touched it with my fingers and felt that electric shock run up my arm.
I wanted to pull it out of the hamper and slip it over me but stopped when the bathroom door squeaked and opened. Mom saw me touching it, I knew she saw me. I dropped it and slipped out of the bathroom, my hard little cock making a tent in my underwear. “I was busted,” I cursed in my mind as I went to my room and pulled on my rough old denim jeans knowing this was going to put me in the dog house.
Mom said nothing about the incident but I noticed that the hamper was empty when I went in the bathroom after breakfast. And in the days and weeks that followed I never saw her slip there again. I began to think of it as torture or punishment. “I only wanted to touch it,” I said to myself walking to school. I knew I was lying to myself, I wanted to pull it over my naked body and feel what it felt like to be covered in that silky cool fabric.
“Larry you need to get out of bed,” my mother called to me as I let the ribbon edge of the blanket slip from my fingers and pulled my cotton underwear back in place. “I need to get ready for work and get you some breakfast.” It was the same thing every morning and long before she had completed her sentence I was out of my bed with my little hard cock pointing the way to the hallway. I knew she’d be in the hall headed to the bathroom in her slip, or perhaps it was wishful thinking.
“What color would it be today?” I wondered as I peeked out my door. Mom was still in her bedroom bent over making her bed. The light from her table lamp reflected in the perfectly white slip, the same one I had touched. And for the first time I noticed her underwear showing through the thin fabric. I had never thought about that part of her clothing.
I pushed my door back a bit and watched as she walked to the bathroom with the slip shimmering in the light as she walked down the hall. There was lace at the bottom and top but everything in between was soft and silky and so shiny. I could almost hear the fabric swish against her as she walked and my little cock hurt in a good sort of way.
I wanted to touch it again and feel how slick it was but had never found it in the hamper. And now that I was being punished it would never be in the hamper. I heard her call me again as she closed the bathroom door. My little cock was so hard it was throbbing. Yes I had to pee but it was more than that, my cock was begging me to do something about that slippery fabric I craved. It was like my brain was in the end of my hard little cock this morning.
We lived in an old house and as much as I knew it was wrong I crept down the hall to the bathroom door and peeked through the old fashioned keyhole. I had never done this before but I had to see more of that slip she was wearing. My heart was pounding in my chest as I moved to the keyhole. I could see her, the silky white slip clung to her body and the cool fluorescent light made it shimmer and shine. It was like it was water in a clear pond with ripples radiating and reflecting the light.
She was washing her hands and I noticed her boobs for what seemed like the first time. Her boobs were not big like some mothers, but I loved how they looked this morning covered with the slip. Then she stood and turned towards the door, I nearly jumped to run down the hall. “No she is not leaving the bathroom,” I said in my mind to calm myself. My heart was thumping in my chest, my face was flushed, and my cock ached between my legs.
She pulled on the bottom half of the slip, gathering it in her hands. It began to rise as her hands sliding against her smooth legs as she continued grabbing the fabric. I knew how that silky fabric felt in my hands and wondered what it would feel like gliding over my bare legs. Then it was around her waist and for the first time ever in my life I saw her underwear. It was the SAME fabric as the slip. It had tight elastic around her legs and a little pink flower on the side.
And then she pulled them down and started to squat onto the toilet. I took off like a shot, “A guy should never know this much about his mother,” I thought as I dashed back my room. I had a wet spot in my underwear where my tip had pressed against the fabric. “I must have leaked some pee,” I thought as I pulled on my jeans and shirt.
I was setting at the kitchen table with a glass of juice when mom walked in still wearing her slip. “This was absolute torture,” I thought as I sat there staring at her back side watching the slip sway as she prepared scrambled eggs. “Put some toast down Larry,” she said as she swayed back and forth. The silky slip was hypnotic to me but I was able to break through the trance and walked mechanically to the toaster while never taking an eye off the slip.
I stumbled on the trash can nearly dumping it over. “Watch your step young man,” she said without turning around. I looked at her backside, I had never noticed the shape of her butt and hips. My stomach did a flip flop like at the amusement park when you go down a big dip in the roller coaster and my cock got hard again.
I had read the little book my mom had given me about sex, it explained that a man’s penis got stiff so he could plant his seed in her. But why did my cock get hard looking at my mom’s butt? And why did it get hard when I looked at her silky slip? I had no answers for these questions. When she gave me the book she said, “if you have any questions you can ask me.” Holy shit a k** doesn’t ask his mother why his cock gets hard looking at her butt.
The toast popped up and pulled me out of my daze and all the questions I had no answers for. I returned to the table as mom turned and gave me a plate of eggs. As she bent forward her slip gapped open and my eyes were riveted between her tits. I had never seen her in this way, my cock throbbed with desire to touch it yet I dared not.
Her tits looked as soft as the silky slip she wore and I noticed in that brief moment that she had on a bra that was covered in lace. This vision burnt in my brain even though it didn’t last more than a few seconds. The phone rang and it sounded shrill and annoying to my foggy thoughts. Mom took the call in the living room and returned with the news that school was cancelled for the day, “I am going to leave you here alone. Your Aunt Carol has another one of her church meetings so you can’t go there. Will you be okay here alone sweetie,” she said standing not two feet from me in that slip that was driving me insane.
I usually went to Aunt Carol’s when mom couldn’t be home with me but I never understood why I couldn’t stay alone. “I will be fine here,” I said diving into the eggs she had given me. I tried to act as if this was nothing unusual but the fact was this was the first time she went to work and left me home alone. I couldn’t imagine a better day for it, my lust for her slips was so great my mind would be filled with nothing else.
Mom finished dressing and as she was preparing to leave she bent and kissed my cheek. The scent of her perfume filled my head and the feeling of her lips on my cheek seemed to make something explode in my mind. Her hands were always so soft when she would touch me and I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed her lips felt softer yet. My mind went back to her tits and I wondered if they would be as soft. I stopped myself from thinking about it, my cock tip was hurting so bad with it pressed tight against my jeans.
And then she was out the door and I heard the car leave down the drive. I waited at the table with my heart beating in anticipation of what adventure lay before me. I wanted to run to the front window to make sure she was gone but dared not. If she saw me peeking out at her she would worry about me being alone. So I sat there at the kitchen table waiting until my mind was about to explode.
I deposited my dishes in the sink and slowly started down the hall. My cock hurt so bad I stopped in my room and took off all my clothes. My little erection (the book called it that, guys at school called it a boner or hard on) seemed to move with each beat of my heart. I put my hand around the tip but that didn’t seem to make the throbbing stop.
I walked out of my room and looked across the hall at mom’s darkened room. It always smelled of her perfume when I got near it and although I had gone in her room I rarely did unless she was there. I stepped into the door, my little cock pointing the way to what I hoped I would find. I snapped on the light, the click of the switch seemed so loud in the quiet house. I stopped and listened, not a sound anywhere.
I looked around at her neatly made up bed, a tall chest of drawers to my left and straight ahead there was a dresser with a large mirror. I looked for a hamper but didn’t find it so decided there was only one way to discover the secrets of her slips. I tip toed across the carpet as if someone would hear and stood at the dresser. Lying on top was her hair brush with a few strands of her long blond hair. I knew her hair was soft because I would feel it against my face when she would give me a kiss.
I was careful to look at everything in case I accidentally moved something. I started with the top drawer on the left. It had jewelry and other junk that meant nothing to me. I slid it closed and opened the center drawer that was wider the first one. My heart felt like it would explode as I looked at the wonders in that drawer. On one side there were neat little stacks of silky fabric items. I picked up one of them, it was her underwear, I knew they were called panties and loved the word.
“These are Mom’s panties,” I said out loud. They were a pale blue and just like the ones she was wearing today and there was a little pink flower on the side. I ran my finger over it then inspected everything about the panty. I folded it back up and placed it exactly where it came from. My little cock was throbbing so hard yet I had to take my time. In the center of the drawer was what I knew were brassieres (I heard my mom talking to Aunt Carol about “my brassieres are getting so worn,” and Aunt Carol said, “we should go bra shopping.”)
So I guessed it could be called either. I picked it up and felt the elastic back and what I later learned were called cups. They were so silky feeling between my fingers. I saw a tag on the back, 34B and a bunch of other writing. I put it back just like I found it and then I hit the jackpot, on the right side of the drawer were several stacks of silky fabric and when I picked one up discovered it was a slip.
It was just like the one mom was wearing this morning except it was sort of yellowish color. I ran my hands over the silky fabric not daring to unfold it. But then I couldn’t resist and it cascaded down in front of me. The fabric glistened in the light and brushed against my cock tip and it was like lightening hit my little cock and sent a shock up my spine.
I gulped trying to remove the lump in my throat. My heart beat was so hard my ears seemed to buzz and I felt flushed all over. Without another seconds hesitation I slipped it over my head and for the first time in my life felt the silky fabric caress my hairless body. It was cool on my skin and as it brushed down across my cock I thought I was on that roller coaster ride again.
It went way past my knees and as I looked at myself in the mirror it looked like I had boobs because the top of the slip gapped where boobs should be. I looked at my reflection and saw the little tent my cock made in the slip and touched it. The feeling was far better than the ribbon on my blanket and it was touching me everywhere. I looked back in the drawer and counted, there were 12 slips in the drawer, not counting the one I was wearing. “She wouldn’t miss just one,” I said aloud. But I was a smart guy, I pulled this pretty slip off of me and loved the caress it gave me as I stripped it from my body. I had to look at another slip to see how to refold it and placed it exactly where it came from.
Being a very smart guy I pulled the drawer as far out as I dared and pulled the very last slip out from the bottom of the back pile. It was pale pink, just like several others in the pile and it felt like if a guy was going to wear a slip he should have one that was a pretty girly color. I examined it, the tag was on the side and it said Medium and I read the rest of the writing. It said “100% Nylon Tricot exclusive of decoration.”
I ran my hand over the fabric, it was just as soft and silky as the others I had touched and now I knew, it was Nylon Tricot, “I will remember this,” I said as I slipped it over my head. I loved it. It fit me perfectly except it was longer than it would be on mom. I didn’t care, this was going to be my slip. I admired myself in the mirror and my little cock made a tent like before.
I looked back in the drawer and without even thinking in advance I pulled a panty from the pile in back. It was white like the slip mom wore today and I held it up to the light. I could see through it and decided if I was going to keep the slip I should have a “panty” I said out loud. I loved the word and put my legs through the panty and pulled it up.
The roller coaster ride feeling returned and I grabbed my cock as if felt like I was going to pee. I felt a cramp deep inside of me that I had never felt before and suddenly my cock jerked and there was a wet spot under my hand. I felt my cock jerk three times and I couldn’t stop it. I had my hand pressed hard against my cock and felt the warm fluid against my bald pubic area. I held my slip up higher and peeked in my new panty. There was creamy white liquid on my cock and body.
And that my reader is how it started. I have not mentioned age but have given you enough clues to know how this all started. My very first orgasm was at the hands of this panty and slip, is there any doubt in your mind that this was only the start of a life filled with pretty things that had nothing to do with being a guy?
This is a story loosely based on my start in cross dressing. In full disclosure my start was with a panty girdle and my mother was never an object of curiosity or desire sexually. I have taken a few liberties to bring you along the twisted trail of the mindset of someone much too young to have any idea of what any of this was about or where it would lead. XHamster – why don’t you have a profile for cross dressing?
It was early morning and the middle of winter. The icy wind blew the snow around outdoors and my window was covered in frost. In my young mind the frost looked like lace, the same lace I had noticed on my mother’s white silky slip she sometimes wore in the early morning before getting dressed for her work.
My fingers scrambled and found the edge of my blanket, it was edged with a satin ribbon that I loved to feel slip through my fingers. The edges were getting tattered and worn for all the attention I gave it. “I wonder what it feels like to have your body covered in silky soft fabric?” I thought as my mind began to clear from my deep slumber.
“Why is it that women and girls get to wear pretty under things and men and boys wear plain old cotton?” I asked myself in my mind. I had been pondering these things for months as my hairless young cock had began to harden without warning. Sometimes it happened at school and I was embarrassed with the tent it would make in my jeans. Trying to hide it seemed to make it worse and often a teacher would scold me for “squirming around.” If she only knew how hard my cock was she’d know why I was not able to set still.
There was hardly a sound in the house, the furnace would run and blow warm air into my room and then shut off with a metallic thump under the floor. I could hear the wind blow and hard frozen pellets of snow being blown against the window. “I hope they will call school off,” I thought as my fingers slid up and down the silky satin ribbon.
And then I couldn’t stand it any longer and flipped the covers off. I pulled my cotton briefs down and ran my fingers down my hard shaft. It was such a soft feeling yet my cock was hard like it had a bone in it. I found the satin ribbon again and began my early morning ritual of stimulating my hard little boy erection with that ribbon.
I loved the feel of it as it slipped along my tip, soft and silky satin against my satin smooth cock tip. I slipped that narrow ribbon edge along my smooth cock and felt that sensation deep inside of me that almost hurt at times, yet hurt in a good way. I reached further down the blanket, the coolest part of the ribbon felt the best as I slipped it along my hairless cock and balls.
But as always there just wasn’t enough ribbon edging to let me know what it felt like to wear a silky slip that would cover me from my chest to my knees. I imagined what it must feel like to lie in bed completely covered with that delicate fabric. A month or so ago I was in the bathroom and my mother’s slip was lying half out of the hamper, I touched it with my fingers and felt that electric shock run up my arm.
I wanted to pull it out of the hamper and slip it over me but stopped when the bathroom door squeaked and opened. Mom saw me touching it, I knew she saw me. I dropped it and slipped out of the bathroom, my hard little cock making a tent in my underwear. “I was busted,” I cursed in my mind as I went to my room and pulled on my rough old denim jeans knowing this was going to put me in the dog house.
Mom said nothing about the incident but I noticed that the hamper was empty when I went in the bathroom after breakfast. And in the days and weeks that followed I never saw her slip there again. I began to think of it as torture or punishment. “I only wanted to touch it,” I said to myself walking to school. I knew I was lying to myself, I wanted to pull it over my naked body and feel what it felt like to be covered in that silky cool fabric.
“Larry you need to get out of bed,” my mother called to me as I let the ribbon edge of the blanket slip from my fingers and pulled my cotton underwear back in place. “I need to get ready for work and get you some breakfast.” It was the same thing every morning and long before she had completed her sentence I was out of my bed with my little hard cock pointing the way to the hallway. I knew she’d be in the hall headed to the bathroom in her slip, or perhaps it was wishful thinking.
“What color would it be today?” I wondered as I peeked out my door. Mom was still in her bedroom bent over making her bed. The light from her table lamp reflected in the perfectly white slip, the same one I had touched. And for the first time I noticed her underwear showing through the thin fabric. I had never thought about that part of her clothing.
I pushed my door back a bit and watched as she walked to the bathroom with the slip shimmering in the light as she walked down the hall. There was lace at the bottom and top but everything in between was soft and silky and so shiny. I could almost hear the fabric swish against her as she walked and my little cock hurt in a good sort of way.
I wanted to touch it again and feel how slick it was but had never found it in the hamper. And now that I was being punished it would never be in the hamper. I heard her call me again as she closed the bathroom door. My little cock was so hard it was throbbing. Yes I had to pee but it was more than that, my cock was begging me to do something about that slippery fabric I craved. It was like my brain was in the end of my hard little cock this morning.
We lived in an old house and as much as I knew it was wrong I crept down the hall to the bathroom door and peeked through the old fashioned keyhole. I had never done this before but I had to see more of that slip she was wearing. My heart was pounding in my chest as I moved to the keyhole. I could see her, the silky white slip clung to her body and the cool fluorescent light made it shimmer and shine. It was like it was water in a clear pond with ripples radiating and reflecting the light.
She was washing her hands and I noticed her boobs for what seemed like the first time. Her boobs were not big like some mothers, but I loved how they looked this morning covered with the slip. Then she stood and turned towards the door, I nearly jumped to run down the hall. “No she is not leaving the bathroom,” I said in my mind to calm myself. My heart was thumping in my chest, my face was flushed, and my cock ached between my legs.
She pulled on the bottom half of the slip, gathering it in her hands. It began to rise as her hands sliding against her smooth legs as she continued grabbing the fabric. I knew how that silky fabric felt in my hands and wondered what it would feel like gliding over my bare legs. Then it was around her waist and for the first time ever in my life I saw her underwear. It was the SAME fabric as the slip. It had tight elastic around her legs and a little pink flower on the side.
And then she pulled them down and started to squat onto the toilet. I took off like a shot, “A guy should never know this much about his mother,” I thought as I dashed back my room. I had a wet spot in my underwear where my tip had pressed against the fabric. “I must have leaked some pee,” I thought as I pulled on my jeans and shirt.
I was setting at the kitchen table with a glass of juice when mom walked in still wearing her slip. “This was absolute torture,” I thought as I sat there staring at her back side watching the slip sway as she prepared scrambled eggs. “Put some toast down Larry,” she said as she swayed back and forth. The silky slip was hypnotic to me but I was able to break through the trance and walked mechanically to the toaster while never taking an eye off the slip.
I stumbled on the trash can nearly dumping it over. “Watch your step young man,” she said without turning around. I looked at her backside, I had never noticed the shape of her butt and hips. My stomach did a flip flop like at the amusement park when you go down a big dip in the roller coaster and my cock got hard again.
I had read the little book my mom had given me about sex, it explained that a man’s penis got stiff so he could plant his seed in her. But why did my cock get hard looking at my mom’s butt? And why did it get hard when I looked at her silky slip? I had no answers for these questions. When she gave me the book she said, “if you have any questions you can ask me.” Holy shit a k** doesn’t ask his mother why his cock gets hard looking at her butt.
The toast popped up and pulled me out of my daze and all the questions I had no answers for. I returned to the table as mom turned and gave me a plate of eggs. As she bent forward her slip gapped open and my eyes were riveted between her tits. I had never seen her in this way, my cock throbbed with desire to touch it yet I dared not.
Her tits looked as soft as the silky slip she wore and I noticed in that brief moment that she had on a bra that was covered in lace. This vision burnt in my brain even though it didn’t last more than a few seconds. The phone rang and it sounded shrill and annoying to my foggy thoughts. Mom took the call in the living room and returned with the news that school was cancelled for the day, “I am going to leave you here alone. Your Aunt Carol has another one of her church meetings so you can’t go there. Will you be okay here alone sweetie,” she said standing not two feet from me in that slip that was driving me insane.
I usually went to Aunt Carol’s when mom couldn’t be home with me but I never understood why I couldn’t stay alone. “I will be fine here,” I said diving into the eggs she had given me. I tried to act as if this was nothing unusual but the fact was this was the first time she went to work and left me home alone. I couldn’t imagine a better day for it, my lust for her slips was so great my mind would be filled with nothing else.
Mom finished dressing and as she was preparing to leave she bent and kissed my cheek. The scent of her perfume filled my head and the feeling of her lips on my cheek seemed to make something explode in my mind. Her hands were always so soft when she would touch me and I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed her lips felt softer yet. My mind went back to her tits and I wondered if they would be as soft. I stopped myself from thinking about it, my cock tip was hurting so bad with it pressed tight against my jeans.
And then she was out the door and I heard the car leave down the drive. I waited at the table with my heart beating in anticipation of what adventure lay before me. I wanted to run to the front window to make sure she was gone but dared not. If she saw me peeking out at her she would worry about me being alone. So I sat there at the kitchen table waiting until my mind was about to explode.
I deposited my dishes in the sink and slowly started down the hall. My cock hurt so bad I stopped in my room and took off all my clothes. My little erection (the book called it that, guys at school called it a boner or hard on) seemed to move with each beat of my heart. I put my hand around the tip but that didn’t seem to make the throbbing stop.
I walked out of my room and looked across the hall at mom’s darkened room. It always smelled of her perfume when I got near it and although I had gone in her room I rarely did unless she was there. I stepped into the door, my little cock pointing the way to what I hoped I would find. I snapped on the light, the click of the switch seemed so loud in the quiet house. I stopped and listened, not a sound anywhere.
I looked around at her neatly made up bed, a tall chest of drawers to my left and straight ahead there was a dresser with a large mirror. I looked for a hamper but didn’t find it so decided there was only one way to discover the secrets of her slips. I tip toed across the carpet as if someone would hear and stood at the dresser. Lying on top was her hair brush with a few strands of her long blond hair. I knew her hair was soft because I would feel it against my face when she would give me a kiss.
I was careful to look at everything in case I accidentally moved something. I started with the top drawer on the left. It had jewelry and other junk that meant nothing to me. I slid it closed and opened the center drawer that was wider the first one. My heart felt like it would explode as I looked at the wonders in that drawer. On one side there were neat little stacks of silky fabric items. I picked up one of them, it was her underwear, I knew they were called panties and loved the word.
“These are Mom’s panties,” I said out loud. They were a pale blue and just like the ones she was wearing today and there was a little pink flower on the side. I ran my finger over it then inspected everything about the panty. I folded it back up and placed it exactly where it came from. My little cock was throbbing so hard yet I had to take my time. In the center of the drawer was what I knew were brassieres (I heard my mom talking to Aunt Carol about “my brassieres are getting so worn,” and Aunt Carol said, “we should go bra shopping.”)
So I guessed it could be called either. I picked it up and felt the elastic back and what I later learned were called cups. They were so silky feeling between my fingers. I saw a tag on the back, 34B and a bunch of other writing. I put it back just like I found it and then I hit the jackpot, on the right side of the drawer were several stacks of silky fabric and when I picked one up discovered it was a slip.
It was just like the one mom was wearing this morning except it was sort of yellowish color. I ran my hands over the silky fabric not daring to unfold it. But then I couldn’t resist and it cascaded down in front of me. The fabric glistened in the light and brushed against my cock tip and it was like lightening hit my little cock and sent a shock up my spine.
I gulped trying to remove the lump in my throat. My heart beat was so hard my ears seemed to buzz and I felt flushed all over. Without another seconds hesitation I slipped it over my head and for the first time in my life felt the silky fabric caress my hairless body. It was cool on my skin and as it brushed down across my cock I thought I was on that roller coaster ride again.
It went way past my knees and as I looked at myself in the mirror it looked like I had boobs because the top of the slip gapped where boobs should be. I looked at my reflection and saw the little tent my cock made in the slip and touched it. The feeling was far better than the ribbon on my blanket and it was touching me everywhere. I looked back in the drawer and counted, there were 12 slips in the drawer, not counting the one I was wearing. “She wouldn’t miss just one,” I said aloud. But I was a smart guy, I pulled this pretty slip off of me and loved the caress it gave me as I stripped it from my body. I had to look at another slip to see how to refold it and placed it exactly where it came from.
Being a very smart guy I pulled the drawer as far out as I dared and pulled the very last slip out from the bottom of the back pile. It was pale pink, just like several others in the pile and it felt like if a guy was going to wear a slip he should have one that was a pretty girly color. I examined it, the tag was on the side and it said Medium and I read the rest of the writing. It said “100% Nylon Tricot exclusive of decoration.”
I ran my hand over the fabric, it was just as soft and silky as the others I had touched and now I knew, it was Nylon Tricot, “I will remember this,” I said as I slipped it over my head. I loved it. It fit me perfectly except it was longer than it would be on mom. I didn’t care, this was going to be my slip. I admired myself in the mirror and my little cock made a tent like before.
I looked back in the drawer and without even thinking in advance I pulled a panty from the pile in back. It was white like the slip mom wore today and I held it up to the light. I could see through it and decided if I was going to keep the slip I should have a “panty” I said out loud. I loved the word and put my legs through the panty and pulled it up.
The roller coaster ride feeling returned and I grabbed my cock as if felt like I was going to pee. I felt a cramp deep inside of me that I had never felt before and suddenly my cock jerked and there was a wet spot under my hand. I felt my cock jerk three times and I couldn’t stop it. I had my hand pressed hard against my cock and felt the warm fluid against my bald pubic area. I held my slip up higher and peeked in my new panty. There was creamy white liquid on my cock and body.
And that my reader is how it started. I have not mentioned age but have given you enough clues to know how this all started. My very first orgasm was at the hands of this panty and slip, is there any doubt in your mind that this was only the start of a life filled with pretty things that had nothing to do with being a guy?
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