‘My Beginning’

1:51 PM 9/12/2010 Beginnings Everything that is me began innocently enough, I mean what little boy doesn’t like to steal a peek under a little girl’s dress. Still, it seemed as though there was supposed to be more to it. As a child, and even as an adult, I think that I was a little more preoccupied with sex than most. I remember masturbating as a small child. I loved the texture of plastic pants, and would frequently pleasure myself with them. Plastic pants were worn over cloth diapers to contain moisture, before disposable diapers were invented. I had been caught numerous times ‘laying on my hands’ by my mother as a boy. Though she was never harsh in her admonishments, she never told my father. From the first grade and all through school, I became an accomplished voyeur. And from the age of eleven until fifteen I made it my mission to know what lay beyond the white, pink, or blue triangle! At fifteen, I met a girl named Susan, and soon, after intense persuasion, I found the holy grail that is a warm pussy. She would often wear silky nylon panties, and I found that petting her pussy over them took my breath away. She as well was aware of my fondness for her silky panties and wore them whenever she could. Susan was the first, but certainly not the last in my exploration of pretty panties. I began ‘borrowing’ my mothers panties to play in. She, as most girls at the time, wore silky bikini hipsters,for herself and her boyfriend. My father had since passed when I was eleven,but that is part of a different story. I would go into her ‘pantie drawer’ and carefully select which pair that was ‘me’ at the moment. The memory alone hitches my breath. Still, silky panties and warm pussies, weren’t enough, and soon my ‘explorations’ began to grow. I began to wonder what it was like on the receiving side of the ‘magic pole’. Cross dressing was that beginning. I began selecting other delectables from my mothers panty drawer. Soon I was in her closet trying on skirts and dresses. My mother was attractive and shapely, and could wear the style of the day. In the early ‘seventies’ mini skirts and dresses, hip hugger jeans, and ‘hot pants ‘ruled the womens clothing racks. Whenever I was alone I would ‘model’ and pose in the mirror for myself. This went on for a period until I got careless and was caught by my mother in full regalia. I was mortified, though she almost seemed to be waiting for the moment. Looking back, I think she knew and set me up to be caught. She said she wouldn’t mention it to her boyfriend Tom and that I would have to be more careful in the future. She didn’t need him to know that there was a crossdresser in the house, although he always showed a restrained regard for me. When I was seventeen I began hangin’ out with a guy my age, actually he was a year older, named Rick. Rick was interesting in that he had interesting hobbies. Girls didn’t seem to be one of them. That wasn’t unusual as a lot of guys were afraid of girls at that age. They simply did not know how to approach them. Nevertheless, we began hangin’ out together. I was in between girlfriends at the time, or so I thought. Rick’s dad was an outdoorsman and let Rick do more than most fathers at the time. Ergo, the interesting hobbies. Rick and I would camp out in his back yard on some summer nights and smoke cigarettes and drink cheap wine. It was the thing teens did as a form of rebellion. Rick always seemed interested in showing me his cock. By that I mean he always seemed to have to urinate in my presence.