I started young wearing panties and bras. I liked who I became when I dressed feminine. The clothes fit me to a tee. It made me appreciate the femininity side of me. I had my first intimate relationship. He was an older boy about 14/15 years of age. I was half his age. He took me inside his house. Told me to take my clothes off. So I took them off. He liked me that way. He hid my clothes in his room. He brought me some of his little sisters dirty panties and a small bra.
When I slipped them on…I loved the panties and the bra instantly. I loved em. With my long hair, he said I looked like a little gurl, a little sissy gurl. Through no fault of my own, I knew lingerie would play a vital part in my life. I wore it when the older boy came and took me to his house. He taught me how to suck a covk. Explained what cum was. Told me about my pussy that is in my bottom. My peepee wasn’t a penis, but a clit. No matter how small it stayed or big it became, still a clot. But I couldn’t hardly wait to get to his house. Wearing gave me a different personality
It was changing me slowly. Wearing lingerie, opened my femininity side of me. Maybe it was already there in me. I knew I liked boys early on.
I craved on being told what to do. I wanted to please them. The older boy taught me what I was. At the end of the first eye opening experience, I KNEW I wanted more.
I started young wearing panties and bras. I liked who I became when I dressed feminine. The clothes fit me to a tee. It made me appreciate the femininity side of me. I had my first intimate relationship. He was an older boy about 14/15 years of age. I was half his age. He took me inside his house. Told me to take my clothes off. So I took them off. He liked me that way. He hid my clothes in his room. He brought me some of his little sisters dirty panties and a small bra.
When I slipped them on…I loved the panties and the bra instantly. I loved em. With my long hair, he said I looked like a little gurl, a little sissy gurl. Through no fault of my own, I knew lingerie would play a vital part in my life. I wore it when the older boy came and took me to his house. He taught me how to suck a covk. Explained what cum was. Told me about my pussy that is in my bottom. My peepee wasn’t a penis, but a clit. No matter how small it stayed or big it became, still a clot. But I couldn’t hardly wait to get to his house. Wearing gave me a different personality
It was changing me slowly. Wearing lingerie, opened my femininity side of me. Maybe it was already there in me. I knew I liked boys early on.
I craved on being told what to do. I wanted to please them. The older boy taught me what I was. At the end of the first eye opening experience, I KNEW I wanted more.
Why can’t men were anything hot like woman by I’m just a woman in a mans body
I love cross-dressing