Tiffany, Jess, and Michelle were walking home through the park when Michelle saw a boy from school skating with some friends. She had a big crush on him and she thought he was the coolest guy in their grade. Due to my crossdressing habit, I was quite an introvert and shy to interact with other people. I loved spending time alone and just dressing up and trying to look as feminine as I could. I even went out in public few times dressed as a girl and it was so amazing to me. The Dating Game. Mollie Blake’s ongoing serial about David (Diana) and Lucy. From the ski slope to the lecture hall, this is a great look at the unusual world of academia and crossdressing. Aunt Marilyn, showed me around and where everything was. Then we left, to go for fish and chips, to eat at Tally’s. On return, aunt took a shower, and offered me to take one after her, which I did, to freshen up.

Oh yeah” I said. She dragged me on out of the house, and we got in the car. With every step I took, I noticed the panties. The silkiness against my skin. I felt so turned on! I couldn’t explain it. And now I was wearing them in public! Without anybody knowing! When we sat down and the waitress came out to serve us, all I could think of was the fact that I was wearing panties, just like her. Thank you so much for sharing. I had a similar story but it was much more connected to my gender identity. I got caught at a young age (about 9) trying on my mom’s makeup and she threatened to parade me up and down the neighborhood in it if I ever did it again. So like you, I hid my crossdressing periodically throwing away my stash for years even after I married the most amazing woman. All of it was complicated by the fact that we both grew up in very conservative and religious homes and I was even a minister for a while. No way! I won’t.” I said angrily. “Fine, if you won’t then I will tell mom and dad what you were doing with my stuffs!” She said and turned around marching to the door. I waved my mom goodbye. The journey took us about ninety minutes, and arrived in Park Close, a cul-de-sac, with six bungalows there. It was a tranquil area, and in the countryside. I liked the closed in hedges of the lanes, we drove down, were beyond the hedges, laid open fields of grass and crops.

My family once noticed my sister's panties in our guest room closet, her one piece in my sink, her compression shorts 3 times in my closet, once confronted with my mom and sis finding a two piece in my closet as I was in the room, I said as a complete lie "Well I chafe down there, and use the bottom half to stop that, and my dad caught me wearing a sports-bra once when I was 9(Which I could have gotten away with, had I not told him I was ) So I guess they basically know, and would tell them, but I dont think I could go on full time(Even though I really want to) and just the way people think of you, my friends who id loose alot of, basically telling them I have lied constantly and that I feel so wronged and cheated. Plus, I want to make my parents to feel proud when people know Im their son, and be to proud of me. Afterwards, I slipped into some 4" pumps. To complete my housewife look I headed for the kitchen and got out mom's frilliest, pink bibapron and tied it on tightly. I absolutely love the way the bib of the apron accented my breasts as I tied the apron on. I then rummaged through my sister's drawers and found a lovely pink bandana which I folded into a triangle, put over my head and knotted tightly under my chin. She was silent for a while. I could understand her reaction. I apologized to her for keeping such a secret from her. After that, she went to bedroom and we didn’t speak that whole night. I felt so bad about myself and I sat in the living room feeling so upset and embarrassed about my actions. I had no confidence to face her so I slept on the couch in the living room.

They were tugging and pulling at his panties and although he struggled against them he was powerless to do anything but scream. I crouched down in my seat at that comment, sure I didn’t have any friends, I was a loner at school but why did mom have to rub it in.I walk over to the large full-length mirror in my sister’s bedroom, and immediately jump away and hide. That weakling. He’ll never be able to lift anything at all; you’ve got more strength than he has.” Very nice story, Diane. I bet you had fun playing housewife and wearing aprons. What a dream come true for most sissies!