Then I saw some bras and panties. They appealed to me and I wanted them so much. I kept asking for them. Mom let me have a few of her older bras.I really wanted new pantyhose in my size, shoes that fit, my own dresses and matching bras and panties. But I was told I had to be satisfied with what I got. I think that this experience initiate the desire. After that day, I started looking up for thigths and underwear of cousins, aunts in law and neigbours. Thats the way the story continues... As a teenager i would spend time at my Aunt’s house and she would leave to go shopping leaving me home alone with a pair of pantyhose out on the bed or hanging in the bathroom. I knew they weren’t there before so never knew why she had taken them out and then left without putting them on. Well I would put them on and walk about the house, etc. And came very close several times to getting caught with them on as she came home earlier than I thought. I remember running down the hall in pantyhose (NO Shoes) and slipping and sliding on the floors to get to the bedroom to take them off and put on my clothes while returning them to were she had them before. Heart pounding, blood racing, breathing heavy, scared that she would catch me. So very true. Habit forming. Wearing silky pantyhose and various lingerie is definitely a lifetime luxurious need.

It turns out, unbelievable as it may seem, that everything started one afternoon in March in 1980, the teacher asked to speak to my mother, I gave the author of my days the summons and the next day there were the three of us: my teacher, my mother and me. I started sneaking in my mom’s pantyhose drawer. I soon graduated to going though my older sister’s laundry and wearing her smelly moist pantyhose! Yes, she caught me wearing her dirty pantyhose one day! 🤔😉 The next day, the festival, once again cover myself with what I already hated at that point and then, the worst, go out before those who made up my world, my friends, the teacher, my godparents and my father. Walking, following the colored lines drawn on the floor, making circles with the ula ula in the air, while, every three steps, we took a little jump. The day ended and the only thing I wanted was to take off that little butterfly outfit that made me feel so bad. With my father, and less with my godparents, I never touched on the subject. At 13, I began buying my own pantyhose for better fit, no runs as well as a preference and love for sheer to waist. I still wore pantyhose all the time with my long shirt or short shorts at home and continued to do so until I got my own place at 18.I got angry, I refused, I got angry not only that the teacher had asked for it, but that she - my mother - had accepted it. Why, among so many children in the group, me? What face would go to the festival? What would my friend Juan Octavio say? What would my godparents think? My dad didn't defend me? The days passed and everything went on as usual, but one good day (yes, one good day) it turned out that all the boys and girls were taken out to the large schoolyard, we were going to rehearse for the spring festival. It was all fun, making lines, tours that we did following colored lines, practicing holding ula-ula rings that would later be decorated and things that made the days before the festival fun and short. I do not remember what I said or what I alleged, but surely they were not enough arguments because despite the tantrum I did, I had to try on the costume. I took everything in the bed and took it to the bathroom, angrily I put one leg in the pantyhose and then the other, and then passed each end through the holes in the clown and finally put on my ballet shoes. I went out, they liked it, they smiled and wiped away my tears as they hugged me. I look perfect, they said, even the wire wings and sky blanket that Clara had put together. She didn’t know how to handle it so she told my dad to have a talk with me. He told me how wrong it was and to never do it again. I’m sure you know how well I listened to that. Oh Jill, you are so right and that first time I slipped a nylon clad foot into a pair of 4" stiletto heels...I knew this is "who" I am.

At what age do you go to kindergarten? Three, four years, I think, right? Well, there, yes, at that age I experienced for the first time the feeling and its questions about this that I will talk about today and that I share with you, both ways. WARNING: Males trying these on (with or without panties, bras, etc.) will experience extreme euphoria and may never be able to discontinue wearing them. This can lead to addiction to dresses, makeup, wigs, heels and other items of feminine finery. We stopped by and after a slight chat between the ladies present, they asked me to take off my clothes in the small bathroom, which used to be a dressing room, and they told me to leave soon to measure my costume. So it happened, in between, I took off my pants, the plaid shirt that I wore in those years and the shoes that I still remember squeezed me. They talked about something, I did not pay attention to that, I only know that my mother did not like what they told her, but in those days I did not worry and I did not even feel accused of something and since my mother did not comment, I forgot.That’s when I met a girl who thought I might enjoy wearing other clothing items and might enjoy dressing as a girl. She was so right. That’s when I took my dressing up to a whole different level, but that’s another story. I remember well i was 8 years old and put on my moms pantyhose for the first time and it was haven i was hooked now 60 and still wear them and more I remember the first pair of tights I borrowed from my sister's room. They were orange fishnet very soft How could something that felt and looked so good be so wrong? It took me years to work through that!

I was 13 when I put on my first pair of pantyhose they were in the neighbor ladies laundry room laying on floor with her panties and girdle. I have a younger sister and woar her pantyhose for a time until i couldn’t fit them any more :-( I would stretch them out, and i think that she knew something was up.if you like me you never forget the day and feeling who new then you be hooked for life they shoud put goverment healh warnings saying men/ boys who put on tights can never give up Yes, with my mother, I complained to her from the next day and until I was 14 or 15 years old, that moment and I did it every time it made me angry, rubbing my disagreement at that day when she dressed me as a butterfly. Over time I discovered that it was an infallible tool for me to buy things and access my simplest requests such as buying a toy or a candy. The first time for me was after I got married. And 40 years later I will put a pair on.. Now it's not hers that I put on. My own or another women's pantyhose Yes Isabel,i remember it well,they were my Auntys,loved them ever since,and just cant stop wearing them,i love it x I really believe she put them in there for me to take them, and believe me, I did in a heartbeat! Occasionally after that, I would find panties in there and I would add them to my collection.