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As I write this, I am wearing panties, pantyhose, and a bra. All the
other items that I currently wear are of men's styling. That is not by
choice.
I have known since I was very young that I had an unusual interest in
women's clothing. I tried for the better part of my life to tell myself
that something was wrong with me. I tried hiding from it, I tried
succumbing to it. I tried lying about it. Nothing helped.
At first, it was harmless. I would sneak something out of my mother's
drawer and hide somewhere to try it on. My hiding place of choice was
behind the sofa. It was the 1970's. At the time, thigh highs with
garters were still very popular. Also multicolored knee highs were
being worn by all the college aged girls. I had some of them. None of
them fit me, but I liked the feel of them on my legs, my arms, my...
well, you get the idea.
Soon I moved on to other items in my mother's forbidden drawer - bras,
panties, pantyhose, skirts - and the more I saw, the more I liked it. I
loved the feel of the materials and I began to feel cheated that I was
born a boy and couldn't fully enjoy wearing these items.
Before I knew it, I was a teenager. I had long since stopped rummaging
through my mother's stash. But still I felt the need to do it. It had
been almost 10 years since I had worn any women's clothing. I had tried
to get by on watching the Home Shopping Network - since they regularly
featured beautiful women's clothes. But now I had to feel it again.
Something in me triggered the thought and I had to get some women's
clothes - and soon.
I was somewhat fortunate in the fact that my parents both worked during
the day. My brother and I both had school, but I was the good one. I
never missed school unless I was genuinely ill. So I faked it a few
times. I would call my mother at work and tell her that I didn't feel
well, she would buy it and I would have all day alone with her clothes.
The thing about "borrowing" your mother's clothes is that you have to
make sure you return them in exactly the same state as you found them.
My mother in particular is very observant when it comes to her things.
And mostly - never get anything on her things. I didn't want her to
find out, so I did the best I could to arrange everything that I took
in exactly the same position as it was when I found it. Sometimes I
would even draw out exactly where everything was so I wouldn't forget.
During my teenage years, I was always very close to my mother's since
in everything but shoes (and, of course, bra size). So fitting into
everything wasn't a problem. The problems began to arise when I would
try on her pantyhose. There were a few incidents where I accidentally
tore or put a run in her hose and she would notice. She would never
outright ask me if I was wearing them, but I suspect she knew.
Then I made a big mistake. I wore a pair of her panties all day long.
They were white silk. I may have gotten a little too excited at the
idea of wearing them all day and I left a stain on the front of them. I
tried to wash it out before they got home, but it only hardened. So I
was left with a choice. I could put them back and feign ignorance. I
could just destroy them and, again, feign ignorance. Or I could keep
them. And feign ignorance. So I kept them. Mom looked for those panties
for weeks. I wore them every day. The feeling was indescribable. I was
wearing panties. After a week or so, the feeling wore off. I realized a
couple of things. First, I was wearing the same panties every day.
That's kinda gross. Secondly, I was wearing my mother's panties every
day. That's really gross. So if I was to continue with this, I would
need to *gulp* buy my own panties.
So I made a trip into town. I was determined to buy 1) panties (and
several of them so as not to have to wear the same pair consecutively),
2) pantyhose and 3) a bra or two (or three or four...).
I stopped at a drug store and bought the pantyhose without much fuss.
They were nude L'eggs Everyday pantyhose. Then I moved on to the
department store. I looked around the store for a while, making sure
that it didn't look like I was there just for women's underwear. Then I
found a package of Lovepat panties in my size that were on sale. I had
the first part, now I needed bras. I cased the women's section - trying
to make it look like I was there shopping for someone else. I even
talked to myself a bit (I.e., "No, these would never fit her," and "No,
she'd never like this pattern"). At the time, I thought the people
around me bought it.
So I found a two pack of training bras in my size. After getting them
off the shelf, I made a bee-line for the register. I thought about
stealing them. But then the image of me trying to explain to both the
cops and my parents that I was trying to steal women's underwear made
me change my mind. At the register, I said nothing. I didn't even make
eye contact with the lady behind the counter. She cheerily asked if
there was anything else. I shook my head, paid in cash, and hurriedly
left the store.
Now I had everything I needed. I got home, locked the door (and chained
it too, just in case), and made my way to mom's bedroom. I found a
jumper that she had worn a long time ago that fit me perfectly. The
best part about it was the fact that, once I got it on, I couldn't take
off any of the underclothes without taking it off first. And it looked
like a dress.
I quickly through off my clothes, tore open the packages that I had
just bought, and got dressed. The panties were the first part. I slid
them up my legs and over my butt. It felt wonderful! I had to calm
down. Still a few more steps left. I put the bra around me. I know it's
a clich?, but I did have some trouble with the clasp. The feeling of
the bra encompassing my chest was indescribable. My nipples hardened
instantly.
Gotta stay calm - more steps to complete. I had seen women put on
pantyhose all my life. So I did what I was "taught" to do. I rolled up
each leg and slowly slid the garment up until it was around my waist. I
wanted to be careful with these. These were my only pair and I didn't
want to have to replace them. Almost complete. I grabbed the dress,
stepped into it, and pulled the zipper up half way. I couldn't reach
it! So, I kept switching positions until finally I got the zipper all
the way up. Then I closed the clasp just above the zipper to finish the
job.
Alright. I was dressed. Now what do I do? Mom and Dad wouldn't be home
for a few more hours and I was in heaven. But how do I spend this
eternity? I couldn't think of anything, so I went into the living room
to watch HSN.
Just then, as I settled in on the couch, there was a sound outside. It
was a door slamming shut. I peeked out the window to check. Oh shit! It
was my parents! I tore through the house all the while trying to reach
the zipper to get out of the dress. No matter how hard I tried, I
couldn't reach get the zipper to go down. I reached my bedroom and
continued to work on the zipper. Then I heard a distinctive sound.
"Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiippppppppp."
With that, the back of the jumper dress was ruined. And the zipper was
still caught at the top. So I pulled on it as hard as I could and broke
the zipper. Finally! I was free. I didn't have time to remove the bra,
the pantyhose, or the panties, since my parents were at that moment
trying to get it, only to meet with the chain lock on the front door.
My father was yelling into the house for me to unlock the door. I was
holding a garment of my mother's that I had just ruined. I felt faint.
So I grabbed my jeans, my socks, and two shirts. I quickly threw them
on and tossed the jumper dress under the blankets on my bed. I ran into
the hallway to unlock the door only to meet with my father asking me
what took so long. I gave him some lame excuse about really deep sleep.
I asked them what they were doing home so early. Mom was sick and had
to come home to go to bed.
With that, Dad left and mom retired to the bathroom. I didn't have much
time. I had to dispose of the evidence. I hung the jumper dress back on
the hanger and placed it back in Mom's closet. I removed the bra
through my arm holes, and didn't bother with the pantyhose or the
panties.
Mom came out of the bathroom and I told her - "Mom, I have to tell you
something" With that, I took her into the bedroom and showed her the
jumper dress. She was appalled to say the least. I was met with a
barrage of questions - everything from why I was doing this to my
sexuality was questioned. I told her that I wasn't gay. I didn't want
to "become" a woman and I don't know why I'm so interested in women's
clothing.
She sat me down and we talked about it for a while. I cried.
When it was all said and done, she promised not to tell anyone as long
as I promised never to do it again. I gladly said yes and I said
goodbye to dressing like a women forever - or so I thought.
Years later, I went away to college. I was introduced to new world. A
new chance. People who didn't know me. Places I'd never been. Another
chance to dress up.
I wasted no time as there was a Rocky Horror showing a week after I
started school. I gathered a costume in no time. Of course, I was going
as Frankenfurter. It was so much fun. I didn't want it to end. But it
did. And my roommate thought it was really odd that I kept the costume.
But he never said anything.
Then there was Halloween. I had by that time developed friendships with
several of the girls from school. I asked one of them that was about my
size if I could borrow a dress. She loved the idea and wanted to help.
She got a friend to help her and before I knew it, we were out shopping
for hose, shoes, wigs, and makeup.
Shoes were something that I'd never encountered before. I was never
given the opportunity to get women's shoes in my size. But now I had a
pair of two-inch heeled sandals that showed off my toes. That being the
case, she said, I should probably paint my toenails. So I did. She
offered me a bright red bottle of nail polish and showed me the basic
method of how to do it. I went to my dorm room and painted my toenails
for the first time. When I was finished, I had nail polish all over my
feet, but my feet looked incredibly feminine. I returned to her room
the day before Halloween and she and her friend helped me to finish off
my costume.
She had me go to the bathroom and change. I came back out dressed as a
French Maid. I still looked like a guy in a dress though. She studied
me for a moment and opened a drawer in her vanity. She removed a black
bra and handed it to me. She told me to take down the top of my dress
and I complied. With that, she told me to put my arms out one at a time
and she hooked the bra around my chest. She told me that she never
wears that one anyway, so I could do with it whatever I wanted when the
night was over. I pulled the dress back over my shoulders and she told
me that I needed to shave.
Now, I should tell you that my goatee is something of my defining
trait. I had been wearing it since high school and, by this point, I
had honestly forgotten what my chin looked like. I told her this and
she asked me if I wanted to be convincing or not. I told her that I did
and she clarified that she meant my face AND my body. She told me that
she and her friend would both be there on Halloween and I should come
over no later than 2 pm so they could get started.
With that, she opened the door and forced me out. She threw my male
clothes to me and locked the door behind her. It took a minute, but I
realized that I was in the hallway of a girl's dorm hall dressed as a
French Maid. I quickly darted to the men's bathroom to change clothes-
but not before being noticed by several inhabitants - all of whom
snickered.
I returned home and shaved. It was very difficult to do and took quite
a few razors. And I think I permanently stopped up the shower. But it
was done, so I went back the next day. I was met at the door by her
roommate, who was dressed as a vampiress. Angie - my friend - was
dressed as a nurse. Her roommate led me into the room by my hand and
told me to go ahead and get dressed. Angie was working on finishing her
costume in the bathroom, so I started to duck into the closet to get
dressed. Her roommate insisted that I stay in the main room and change.
After all, it was nothing she hadn't seen before-except of course that
I was guy who was about to put on women's clothing.
So I changed in the main room. Angie's roommate said nothing while I
took off my jeans and my shirt. I began to grab for the French Maid
dress when she stopped me. She told me that if I was going to be
wearing pantyhose, I don't want to be wearing boxer shorts. So she
handed me a brand new pair of panties that had ruffles on the back of
them. She told me that Angie had bought these for me as a gift to go
with the costume. I thanked her and told her that I couldn't change
underwear in front of her. She told me that I could use the closet for
that.
So I took the dress in my hand and began to pull it up my body. Angie
was finished getting dressed and she once again helped me with my bra.
I finished pulling up the dress and Angie handed me the pantyhose. I
did what I had always done. I rolled up each leg and slowly slid them
over my legs. Angie asked me if I had done this before. I responded
with a shocked "of course not," and that was the end of that.
After I had put on my shoes, Angie had me sit in a chair. She and her
friend then took turns doing my makeup. One of them would start with
eye shadow and eyeliner, while the other would do blush and lipstick.
Satisfied with their results, they then asked if I had brought back the
bottle of nail polish. I had, and they proceeded to paint my
fingernails to match my toenails. They then placed the wig on my head,
clipped it into place, and stood back to admire their handiwork.
I saw the mirror across the room from me as Angie stared at me. I was
suddenly unaware that anyone else was in the room. I was fixated on the
beautiful woman sitting in the chair in the French Maid costume. At
first, I thought it was a door into the next room where someone else
was getting ready for Halloween. Then I realized it was me! They had
done an amazing job turning me into a woman. I didn't even recognize
myself!
More to come...
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