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"Out of the Navy and into Panties!"
My fetish about women's lingerie started innocently enough. When I was
four years old, I entered the only bathroom in the house, and found my
mother standing bent over the toilet pulling on a long-leg panty girdle,
then hooking up nylons. That sight is burnt into my mind even today.
This attraction remained latent until I discovered the habit of
masturbation. I passed the laundry hamper in the basement and noticed a
pair of my mother's panties in the basket. I thought, "Geez, I wonder
how they would feel on my cock while I beat off?" So I grabbed them and
put them in a pants pocket to find out later that night. It was
*wonderful*.
Like most teenage males, I continued to masturbate into Mom's panties
through the high school and into the college years when I was at home in
Arizona. I imagine she KNEW what was up since she did the laundry, but
I was never questioned.
I had to tone down my masturbation and fetishes when I was at the United
States Naval Academy. For one, you had room-mates or upperclassmen or
women (or even female officers) who could "pop" into the room at any
moment. There was no place private where you could "spank the monkey."
There was no place to "hide" a pair of panties, since your entire room
was subject to inspection anytime. So when I was home from the Academy,
I set the Arizona state record for numbers of times beating off in a
week, so to speak. I went blind several times. :)
I was selected to be a submariner. I read an article in Playboy(TM)
where male runners would wear nylon panties while running to prevent
chafing. I thought, "What an idea and excuse to get some panties for my
own!" I cautiously went to the Navy Exchange Store at the Charleston
SUB-BASE, and bought three pairs of Vanity Fair underwear as a gift "for
my wife." I had researched sizes and determined that I needed size 8. I
liked (and still like) the pink and patterned full figure briefs. I was
in my Dinner Dress Blues, with submarine dolphins (not civilian
clothes), since I was headed to a formal dining-out. [Little did the
submarine wives know that I was wearing prettier lingerie under my
uniform than they were, with their granny panties and all.]
The saleswoman was trying to be helpful and suggested, "Are you certain
you have the right size? Your wife must be a very big woman. We can't
accept returns on panties if they are the wrong size." I began to get a
huge erection with all this "female talk" about panties. I was quite
anxious, hoping that they would make the sale soon. To lingerie sales
clerks, panties are just pieces of fabric. To me, they are essential.
Further, it was deliciously humiliating because they noted the absence
of a wedding band on my hand AND noted my Naval Academy ring.
One of clerks demanded, "You're not married. Are these for you then?"
Blushing furiously, I explained with *beet red* face, "These are for me
when I'm running. I read an article about it and want to try it." The
clerks (yes, they congregated around helpless, bashful old me, like
sharks after chum....) smiled and winked amongst themselves, and *I*
wanted to shrink up and blow away. I did go back to the store weeks
later at an entirely different time (to avoid the original clerks) for
additional pairs without incident. Three pairs wasn't enough. I had to
feed the fetish.
I very cautiously smuggled the panties aboard the submarine, hidden
inside pairs of rolled up socks. Items brought aboard a submarine are
subject to search at any time and I could not face being labeled as a
transvestite by my fellow sailors. Once during a fire drill I was told
to disrobe "due to being contaminated" and I had to refuse due to the
panties under the poopy suit. It was only a drill, so my excuse was
allowed and I was safe from detection.
I hid panties in the Bachelor Officers Quarters(BOQ) on base in my dirty
laundry, rolled into socks. Once, I was doing my laundry at the BOQ,
and went to get a beer from the Officer's Lounge, thinking that my come-
stained panties would be washed clean when I got back in a couple of
minutes. Another officer from my boat had transferred my now clean
panties and uniform items into the dryer. He knew my secret then, I
figured. He never said anything to anyone, but he gave me a Playtex
panty girdle for my "going away" party to "keep my "girlish figure" in
shape. This one act reignited my girdle fetish.
I met my soon-to-be wife Penny in the Navy. She was a Navy dentist, and
I allowed her to "catch me"wearing panties in bed while we were dating.
She was very surprised, thinking at first that the panties I was wearing
were hers ["How dare you steal my underwear!" she said], but later said
I was "normal" and that many men were secret cross dressers. If she
only knew how deeply I was into this panty deal, I thought at the time.
I left the Navy shortly thereafter in 1998.
One of the first shopping excursions we made was to a "Bra and Girdle"
factory outlet (now closed) in New Jersey. She took me with her
nominally to "tag along". We got to the store, full of women young and
old, nary a man in sight, and she said to me, "I want to purchase 2
girdles and other things." She called a pretty young clerk over for
fitting assistance. This was extremely interesting to me, because I had
guessed at MY sizes up to this time, and I didn't know how to measure,
and as a bonus- I thought, "Now I will know her sizes for shopping for
her."
At that moment I said to her "Penny, I think you are too young for
girdles and these bras. I don't like the idea that you will be wearing
girdles." Little did I know what was about to happen. She replied, "No,
Donna, YOU will be purchasing and wearing these." I died right that
moment. The clerk measured my waist, hips, and bust and my wife selected
four pairs of pink panties, four pairs of black seamed stockings, and of
course my two long leg panty girdles and two underwire bras.
I was still blushing at the checkout where Penny said to the register
woman, "These girdles and things are Donna's, he will be paying by
credit card...." When we left the shop, I was carrying a big bag with
my lingerie in it. It was deliciously humiliating.
I work at construction sites, and always wear panties under my work
clothes. Outlet stores and discount shops all out of town saw me with
young clerks buying panties. I tried on a nightgown in TJ MAXX in
Annapolis. The dressing room clerk remarked, "You look lovely in the
gown, is it for you or your wife?" Of course, it was for me. In Utah,
at a Marshall's store, the very pretty and young clerk was so flustered
she couldn't complete the sale and had to hand off to the manager. At a
Jones Store in Missouri, the clerk wouldn't sell me a pair of plain
nylon panties. She made me beg her to sell them with a dozen women
around waiting to be helped.
I used to dress in a long leg panty girdle and underwire bra when I was
traveling by plane on business. Of course, one must walk through a
metal detector. The garter tabs on the girdle and the underwire metal
on the bra sets off the metal detector, and you get "wanded" then have
to explain (hopefully to a woman) that you are a cross dresser wearing a
girdle and underwire bra. Once a pretty woman security guard insisted
on touching all the metal that alarmed and I was treated to the
experience of having her hands touch all six garter tabs on my legs and
both wires on the bra. It was a great experience.
Due to the current security situation, I no longer enjoy this experience
and have quit doing it. I don't want the hassle of a "personal"
inspection. I'm not certain of Homeland's Security policy on secret
cross dressers wearing girdles and underwire bras
I'm upgrading my collection. There is so much shopping now on line.
For example, the Promenade Dance shop is on line and has satin
pettipants with layer after layer of pretty pink frills all round.
Although these are quite comfy when under a skirt or dress, when worn
under trousers to work they are great. I can feel them pressing against
me all the time.
The most humiliating experience happened last year, We stopped at an
"In and out" on way to Vegas I was wearing short gray shorts with
Shadowline pink panties underneath. High-schoolers saw me with panties
peeking out and started chanting, "Panty-boy, sissy, panty man, Look,
he's wearing panties." My wife demanded, "Sit there and finish your
sandwich." Terribly exciting, total humiliation, caused huge erection.
The teens crowded around to look. I made it to the car with my face
burning....
For the new year, I decided that I would wear bras along with panties.
For special occasions, like going to the gym (during off hours to avoid
detection) or the doctors, I will wear matching panties and bra. One guy
whistled at me in the locker room, but my MD didn't even blink!
My bras now feel natural on me, and I feel naked without a bra. Order
stretch underwire on line, and you can wear women's sizes. Due to my
girth, I order six to eight inches smaller than my chest size. Bras are
warm, comfortable, and actually give me support. I take out the
underwire by putting a small hole next to the end of the wire and thread
the wire out. That way, the underwire doesn't poke me in the armpit.
Recently my wife and I got into a fritz. She noticed I was spending a
long time in the shower. Of course the shower was the only time I get to
go without a bra. And it seemed that I would be in the shower for so
long. I bought some new bras to wear in the shower. ow I have to take
my regular bras off, and then get into a different bra in the shower.
The feeling of soap against nylon is excellent. Now I sleep in bras, I
has some very lacy pink bras just for bedtime wear, so now I'm in bras
literally 24 hours a day every day.
If you look carefully, you may see the panty boy with pink panties
peeking out!
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