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My panty collection at home was eventually tossed out (sob!) because I feared getting caught too much. I broke up with one gf while working on my Master's, then hooked up with another who was doing the same thing. She was quite petite, so getting into one of her skirts was difficult, unless it had an elastic band. We both moved out east to work on our doctorates. We went to separate schools at first, but then she transferred to my area. We did live together for a while. This was more out of economic necessity than anything - she had that Catholic "I gotta save my virginity" bullshit for a while (I cured that!). Whenever she was away I "played dress up." It was obviously at this time when I began to lose my fears and go forward with it more. I was still closeted.
