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Like so many others, I wanted to dress when I was very young. Panties were probably my first "love," but I certainly liked looking at skirts and dresses, too. The shorter the better! I come from a large family - 6 children (one now deceased) - most of whom were girls. I didn't identify with them, though. My feminine side comes from outside. My childhood was anything but pleasant (who's wasn't?), and my first two years of high school were a living hell. Well, looking at the cheerleaders was great. I don't know what I wanted more - to screw them or try on their outfits. During those years all my desires were kept inside. I had nowhere to turn to, and certainly knew nobody else who felt that way. Any dressing I did was quick, using someone else's clothes. I didn't have the courage to buy my own for the longest time.
In college I began to go deeper into my cd side. Like a lot of other college men, taking a girl's panties was hardly unusual, but that's how I first amassed a nice collection. Not nice - I know. When I moved back home after graduation, I had to keep them so well hidden because a VERY vindicative younger sister would have exposed me in a heartbeat. As I began graduate school I embraced my feminine side more and more. Going shopping with my gf was great. I got to go through the women's departments and learn a few things about sizes. Also, virtually all of my gf's had big boobs, so bras became another desire.
I didn't have the courage to buy my own lingerie until I was in grad school, and was I ever nervous! My first skirt was this sexy gray mini - I still wear it and mention it from time to time.
Anyhow, that's all I have time for now. Take care.
Meredith
