HOW I GOT STARTED
HOW I GOT STARTED
I was probably 4 or 5. My s**ter was 4 years older than I and she like to play with dolls. So she made me her little life sized doll. I loved the attention and was an enthusiastic doll.
She would dress me up in her old panties and a dress she had outgrown. Our neighbor was a good friend and I would occasionally go over to their house when the dad was working on remodeling their house. One day I went over to visit and watch him work. One this day my s**ter had painted my nails and I proudly showed him my pretty finger nails. He became angry and told me to go home and “Take that shit off your fingers!” I was a little hurt, but that didn’t change my and my sister’s hobby.
After a couple of years she moved to other interests besides dressing me up as her little sister. I did not.
As she grew older and began to wear bras and slips and later even girdles and nylons (much to my delight) I continued to dress in her underwear at every chance. I masturbated to my heart’s content.
After she graduated from High School, she got a job and lived at home. She was born shopper and bought new things on a regular basis. One day while I was looking through her closet for something nice to wear I happened upon her senior prom dress. I added her long line bra, panties, a girdle and nylons. I was in heaven.
With makeup and a wig I could easily pass. I added a pair of high heel shoes (damned tight but I could still get them on) to complete my ensemble and walked around the house enjoying a fantasy about waiting for my date in my prom dress.
Was there a little fantasy about in*cst? Certainly, I had after all allowed her to dress my up and she had seen my little wee-wee as she referred to it.
When my sister moved out I had to satisfy my urges with the lingerie section of a Sears Catalogue.
I didn’t have enough money to pay my tuition for my second year so after year of college I enlisted in the army and became a helicopter pilot. After graduation from flight school I won a free, all expenses paid tour of Southeast Asia.
When I returned home and was discharged I found work as a manager in a department store. Since my office was on the top floor I was given the task of walking the floors at closing time making sure no customer had remained behind. So every day as the store was closing I had to walk through the lingerie department. I would occasionally liberate a bra or panties or pantyhose. I was a small person in a candy store.
The years went by and I was eventually transferred to company headquarters.
I was probably 4 or 5. My s**ter was 4 years older than I and she like to play with dolls. So she made me her little life sized doll. I loved the attention and was an enthusiastic doll.
She would dress me up in her old panties and a dress she had outgrown. Our neighbor was a good friend and I would occasionally go over to their house when the dad was working on remodeling their house. One day I went over to visit and watch him work. One this day my s**ter had painted my nails and I proudly showed him my pretty finger nails. He became angry and told me to go home and “Take that shit off your fingers!” I was a little hurt, but that didn’t change my and my sister’s hobby.
After a couple of years she moved to other interests besides dressing me up as her little sister. I did not.
As she grew older and began to wear bras and slips and later even girdles and nylons (much to my delight) I continued to dress in her underwear at every chance. I masturbated to my heart’s content.
After she graduated from High School, she got a job and lived at home. She was born shopper and bought new things on a regular basis. One day while I was looking through her closet for something nice to wear I happened upon her senior prom dress. I added her long line bra, panties, a girdle and nylons. I was in heaven.
With makeup and a wig I could easily pass. I added a pair of high heel shoes (damned tight but I could still get them on) to complete my ensemble and walked around the house enjoying a fantasy about waiting for my date in my prom dress.
Was there a little fantasy about in*cst? Certainly, I had after all allowed her to dress my up and she had seen my little wee-wee as she referred to it.
When my sister moved out I had to satisfy my urges with the lingerie section of a Sears Catalogue.
I didn’t have enough money to pay my tuition for my second year so after year of college I enlisted in the army and became a helicopter pilot. After graduation from flight school I won a free, all expenses paid tour of Southeast Asia.
When I returned home and was discharged I found work as a manager in a department store. Since my office was on the top floor I was given the task of walking the floors at closing time making sure no customer had remained behind. So every day as the store was closing I had to walk through the lingerie department. I would occasionally liberate a bra or panties or pantyhose. I was a small person in a candy store.
The years went by and I was eventually transferred to company headquarters.
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