My very first introduction to the wonderful world of girls clothes began at the tender age of 7 years old when I was a boy. It was a busy mid week morning in our family home. My Dad was busy getting ready for work, while my older 9 year old brother, my younger 6 year old sister, and myself waited our turns to use the bathroom to wash and dress for school. As my older brother was first in the pecking order, he got to use the bathroom after my Dad, and then because my sister was a girl she got to use the bathroom before me. In the meantime before it came to my turn I gathered together my school uniform under my arms and then began to search my drawers for clean socks and underwear. I began to panic as I realised I had no clean underwear. I still had time before using the bathroom to run downstairs in my pj bottoms to my Mum who was busy organising breakfast to tell her of my mini dilemma at not being able to find clean underwear.My Mum reassurred me be suggesting not to panic, and she then said she would help me find some clean underwear, as she led me out of the kitchen and back upstairs.
My Mum led me to my room where she then began to go through my drawers to see if she could find a pair of clean underpants for me. She then realised there was none in my drawer, she paused briefly in thought. She then apologetically said she had realised she hadn't done some washing the night previous but she had an idea. She left my room for a few moments. Upon her return she said she had a solution but she wanted to ensure it was ok by me too. In her hands she clasped a pair of my six year old sisters knickers (panties). My Mum then asked me would I wear them for the day under my school uniform, I was a little bit unsure. She had suggested noone would know I had them on, and that noone would see them on me either, and that as soon as I got home from school I could take them off straight away, and that she would have by then washed some underwear clean for me. Having been convinced by my Mum and been reassured by her that no one would know I was wearing them and that I could take them off as soon as I got home from school, I agreed to wear them.
When it came to my turn to wash in the bathroom, I closed the door and set all my clothes on the floor in the bathroom. I set the knickers (panties), or as my Mum and sister's called them "knickies" on top of the pile of my school uniform. as I undressed to wash, I began to realise I was staring intensely at my sister's knickies. What drew me to them and what fascinated me about them was how different they were to my normal underwear. I picked them up from the pile of clothing and noticed I was lifting the knickies very gently. A strange, but welcome feeling of flushed warmth ran through me, as I felt my cheeks redden, my knees tremble, and my heart pounding in my little chest.My sister's knickies was unlike any type of underwear I had worn before.The soft almost translucent nylon material, with its pretty white lace edge trim across the waist, and legs made me feel soft on the inside. The pastel green material, with the smattering of little yellow daisies printed on the front and back of my sister's knickies made me feel very special. I was so envious of my sister, I thought to myself how lucky girls were to be able to wear such pretty underwear, while I was a boy and had to wear itchy and boring tight underpants.
After I washed myself, I filled with anticipation as to what it was going to be like putting my sister's knickies on. I held the knickies gently by the waistband between the fingers of both my hands. I lowered the knickies to my feet and slowly lifted each foot to slide the knickies up my ankles, lower legs, then my thighs. The sheer softness of the light nylon material and the white lace trim on the waistband and legs tickled my skin softly as I raised the knickies up to my hips.I was overwhelmed with a feeling of near euphoria this brand new tactile and visual experience was enducing in me. I slid my fingers lightly, slowly, and nervously under the white lace trim around my waist, hips, and legs, I smoothed down the lace trim to make sure the lace trim like icing on a cake , was perfectly in place on my little hips and thighs.
I felt electrified encased in the pretty, and very petite knickies. I stood up on the side of the bath so I could bring myself level to the mirror on the opposite site of the bathroom wall. The reflection that stared back at me filled my entire body with total rapture. Looking back at me was the prettiest little 7 year old boy in the most gorgoues of little girl's knickies. I posed like a young girl that might be seen modelling girls underwear in one of my Mums mail order clothing catalogues. I stood with my hands on my hips. Posing one way then another, pouting out my pert little bum to emphasis my knickies. I pretended to be photographed and struck various poses like a young girl model might. This new experience seemed to be bringing alive a part of me that seemed to have been naturally buried in me, waiting to be unlocked and explored by me. I thought to myself how could I be behaving this way, and enjoying it so much. My little penis was most assuredly enjoying the experience as it was erect with the excitment of my new underwear, and the tactile and visual experience the knickies was creating in me.
I seemed to have lost track of time, as I was rudely brought back to earth by the shouts of my Mum from downstairs telling me to hurry up and get ready for school or else I would be late for school. I quickly dressed putting my socks , school shirt, trousers and jumper on before running into my room to put my shoes on. I found it difficult to contain my erection and had to think of things to distract me from knowing I was wearing knickies. This proved somewhat efective, if not totally effective. I would think of things to distract me, it would work but as soon as I reverted back to thinking oof how pretty my new underwear was on me, and thinking back to how pretty they looked on me in the bathroom mirror, my little penis would become erect again.
I spent most of the day in school battling to contain my erection, and I can hardly remember one single thing I was taught by my teacher that day. I think I made three or four excuses to go to the toilet while in class, and each time I went to use the bathroom, I simply used it as an excuse to lock myself into a cubicle and pull my trousers down to admire my new knickies.I secretly hoped too that one or two of the boys in my class would accidently stumble upon me hiding in the cubicle. I was so desperate for another boy to possibly find me wearing knickies to either mock me, or even to tell me that they wore knickies too and that they liked wearing them.
When I got home from school that day I pretended that I had forgotten all about the fact that I was even wearing knickies. I wanted to be able to wear them for as long as possible. When I was changing out of my school uniform my Mum had told me she had some clean underwear for me. I remember crying in my room as I took of my sister's knickies and slipped on a pair of my own underpants.I wanted so much to ask my Mum could I wear the knickies for the remainder of the day and even to bed. It would have been very awkward though as I shared a room with two of my brothers. I have no doubt it would have created problems, as my brothers might have asked why I was wearing knickies. So with a heavy heart I decided against asking my Mum.
That experience was my very first introduction to the wonderful world of girls clothes, particularly pretty girls underwear, nightwear, slips and very pretty little girls dresses.I was fortunate enough to have had three sisters as I was growing up, and throughout my boyhodd and into my teens, I noticed I had a passion for wearing my very youngest sisters nighties, slips knickies and party style dresses. Looking back I think wearing my youngest sister's things was my attempt to relive a time when I was still innocent, and enjoyed being a very young boy wearing young girls things.I desired so much to have my Mum dress me in young girls things. I remember on my 12th birhtday there was only one thing I really and truly wanted to make it a perfect birthday. I was so close to asking my Mum could I have a nightdress for my birthday. Oh what a dream come true if my Mum had said yes.
I was caught a few times in my sisters underwear and dresses. My Dad did not apporve of it, and as a result I felt very bad. On my Nan's advice to my Mum she had suggested I be allowed dress with my sisters for a while. The thinking being that it was a phase that I would eventually grow out of after I was about 11 or 12. My Mum allowed me to play dress up games with my sisters, but I wanted and needed more. I needed to explore being dressed in girls things with my Mum. By that I mean my Mum buying me my own knickies, slips, nighties and dresses, so as not to be always relying on my sisters to dress me, and also to discourage me from raiding my sisters knickies drawers and wardrobes.I wanted desperatedly to win my Mums affection as another young daughter to have. My Mum often asked me did I want to be a girl, and I said no, which was true. I was simply just so envious that girls could wear clothes boys by convention were forbidden from wearing.
I remember times like making my first communion, and being so envious of girls and the beautiful while satin white dresses, frilly while ankle socks, and white patent leather shoes that they wore. I could only dream of how gorgoues their knickies, slips, and petticoats must have been under their beautiful dresses must have been. I cried too thinking of how special their shopping trips must have been with their Mums on the weeks and days leading up to their communions must have been. Mum and daughter taking a trip into town, spending hours in the girls dept of clothing stores, girls dress shops, and all the time spent trying on various dresses, oh to have been allowed share that experience with my own Mum. I too remember watching movies at home like "The Wizard Of Oz" and dreaming of wearing one of Judy Garlands wonderful smocked dresses. Don't get me started on how much I wanted to be Alice in Wonderland.
My comfort now in reliving my childhood is to browse some of the wonderful "Adult lil girl" dress creations found on Ebay. Drooling and sighing softly at the satin creations, with the decorations of lots of lace trim, piped short puffed sleeves, hems that barely cover the knees, Peter Pan collars and sash ribbon bows. Dreaming of how I would look wearing such a pretty dress, with rows and rows of ruffled frilly nylon knickies, frilly white ankle socks, and a pair of patent shiny leather Mary Jane shoes. I am in the process now of building my "lil girl" wardrobe. When I wear one of my "lil girl" dresses I transport myself back to being a little boy again and dressed so prettily by my Mum, and she smiles affectionately at her wonderful little boy dressed like a pretty lil girl.
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My First Time In Girls Underwear
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