I was 5 years old and my teenage aunt was babysitting me for my mother. I got into a mud puddle and made a mess of all my clothes. My aunt, fearing my mother's wrath upon her return, so auntie took my clothes to launder them. Having nothing else for me to wear she adorned me in a pair of her white nylon panties. To this day I remember the cool, smooth, soft fabric as it touched my most sensitive areas. I had to have more!

I got home later and found a pair of my mother's pantyhose in the laundry bin. I had to try them on. It was like heaven! I had to have more! This went on as I aged. Taking the time to secret away something soft and silky, wear it for awhile and then put it back. One day, when I was 10, I was wearing Mother's pantyhose under my jeans. No socks.

While playing outside, my sister noticed my "tan" ankle right away! She immediately ran into the house to "tell"! My parents brought me in the living room, yelled at me, made my drop my pants and stand there in front of the entire family in just pantyhose. My mother laughed and my father yelled! I was horrified. I didn't dress in anything like that for several years.

Then one day at the age of 13 I decided it was time to try pantyhose again. I was experiencing the "rush" of puberty and couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to wear pantyhose again. I snuck some of mom's hose to my room, put them on and even did my exercises in them.

Later I found a bra that was in a pile of "yard sale" clothes we were going to sell. I took it! It fit very nicely. I also found a one piece bathing suit that used to be mom's in that same pile of "yard sale" clothes. I now had an "exercise" outfit. I couldn't stop wearing that outfit. Black bathing suit, white bra, tan pantyhose. I thought I was "gorgeous".

While laying on my side and doing leg kicks, I noticed there was a strong swelling in my "private area". The more I kicked my leg in the air, the more I felt that "rush". Then all of a sudden, I exploded in a way that I had never ever experienced before. It was MAGIC!! It was also, messy. I was scared and hid my clothes thinking something was wrong. BUT I couldn't forget the experience.

So I washed the clothing, put them back on and exercised again! As you could imagine, exercise became a high point of my existence! Then I tried "self massage" while wearing panties and hose and bra and a nightgown. All purloined items from my mother and sisters. That nylon nightgown over the panties and hose was another episode of pure magic.

Fast forward to a few years later and my first real love. A very attractive young lady who had a hankering for her boyfriend to let her "dress him up". I acted like I didn't want to, but inside I was about to scream! I made love to her while dressed like her. I can not even begin to explain how high I was from that! It took days to come back down!!

The next time, she put make-up on me. I found lipstick to be especially sensuous!! Sharing lipstick was even more luxurious! One day we were playing dress up at my apartment when some friends unexpectedly dropped by. They knocked. We wouldn't answer. I heard them say "His car's parked outside, why isn't he here?" My heart was racing.

There was no way I could be caught by them and still be able to face them later. Finally they left. But one of the girls said she could smell perfume! A couple years later that girl and I broke up. I found out later that she revealed to one of my best friends that she and I played "dress up" and did it a lot. He wouldn't let me live it down! He bought me pantyhose and lingerie as birthday and Christmas gag-gifts. I kept them and enjoyed them, unbeknownst to him! At least that's what I thought....

I was asked to be in a womanless beauty pageant, along with some other guys in my office. I agreed to. Oh, I acted reluctant about it, but I was thrilled on the inside. So I used the pantyhose from my friend and a dress that another friend gave me as a gag-gift when all my friends were alerted to my ex-girlfriends stories. (she turned out to be a vindictive little thing, and SHE left ME!)

My friend, who came to the pageant, asked me if I was wearing the stuff they had given me. I said "Sure, did you think I'd go pay good money for this stuff?" Trying to act like a "guy" about it. I had a female friend from the office loan me a wig and do my makeup. I was very proud of how I looked. Apparently so was my friend. After the pageant he said he wanted to talk to me. I told him I'd get changed first and he said "it really can't wait".

We went to his car, a 1972 Monte Carlo. Significant detail because that car didn't have bucket seats up front. Long story short, my friend put "the moves" on me. Told me how he found me attractive, and always wanted to have girl "like me". I was overwhelmed. I told him that I didn't really think of him like that and that I was into girls.

He put his hand on my knee and while making his case, he slid that hand up my thigh. It was sooo warm. My heart was about to burst! I was sooo scared, confused and weirded out all at the same time. I could feel my eyes welling up and I didn't realize how close his face was to mine until it was too close! He softly kissed my lips and then pushed in for a deeper kiss. All the while his hand was caressing my thigh, then he moved to my groin. He said "oh, somebody is a little wet!".

I couldn't deny it, I was very hard and very wet. I'd never had a man touch me there and I have to admit it was a thrill and a half! Just then, from outside the car, some girl yelled for my friend. Called him by name. She came to passenger side of the car. The way I was turned I had my back to her. She asked if we were coming to town and my friend said he didn't know, but maybe!

She said she's see us later and then went to her car and left. My friend looked at me and said "Well, that got hot and heavy pretty quickly, didn't it?". I answered that it did and that I had better go. I opened the door and slipped out onto the parking lot. He told me to "think about it". Adding that we could "have a real good time together!". I told him I would and I even thanked him for making me feel special! He smiled and said "anytime!"

I left and we never talked about that night again. I've been tempted to bring it up a time or two, but never did. I wish now that I had let him take me down that path...I really do.