Hello, today I thought about telling you something that happened to me when I was barely a teenager. As in every story now I would have to describe myself but honestly I'm not great and you can already see me in my photos. What should I write this as? (Small dilemma that every Crossdresser has and that separates us from the transgender world) I'll use @. I started feeling attraction towards feminine clothing, the softness and delicacy that contrasted so much with masculine clothing took me to cross that threshold between touching and imagining using it. Like everyone else, I started with lingerie, a sexual fetish of having something in your hands that had been in contact with the most intimate part of a woman and that, at least for me, when I put it on made me imagine maybe she had the same sensations as the owner of the garment. At home there wasn't much feminine clothing and even less youthful, I used to sneak into cousins', friends', neighbors' and any woman's closet I could find. More than once I was on the verge of being discovered but always managed to get away from each situation, like this one I'm going to tell you about. I don't remember exactly how old I was, I think it was around 15, my older brother came back home for vacation with his girlfriend. Although I've always been attracted to women I have to say what excited me the most was her purse! A treasure trove of things to explore! She was a normal girl, pretty but normal. Brown hair, medium height, just the right amount of booty and breasts but she dressed very sexy. We had barely greeted each other and I was already imagining myself wearing that push-up bra that showed through her white shirt, deduced from the straps and my mind was racing with thoughts like if the panties made a set or not, if it was a thong or a garter belt and thousands of thoughts per second. Two days passed while they stayed at home, which made it impossible for me to achieve my intentions of being alone with that purse, actually with those...
Suitcases already because as a good woman I traveled with more luggage than my brother could carry. Finally one day we went out to get to know the city and my brother's friends, my parents went to work and I was finally alone at home. My heart was jumping out of my chest, I tried to close the entrance door well since I didn't want another shock like the one that had just happened to me (I'll tell you about that later). I opened the suitcases and there was everything, stretchy jeans with short legs, skirts, dresses, and all kinds of underwear in different colors. In another suitcase were makeup, shoes, slippers, handbags, and all sorts of things. I focused on the clothes suitcase, first the underwear. What I liked most was a white bodysuit, not as big as a culotte but also not as small as a thong, with a little pink bow in front and elastic fabric. I undressed and put it on... Uff... It fit me perfectly, just the right pressure on my Booty and even more pressure when I started to get an erection due to the sensations I was having. I didn't have a matching bra but chose a white one, armed, the same one I wore the day she arrived, easy to guess because it was the only white one. Then I put on a very short cotton dress, salmon pink color, and of course I put on her perfume, I reclined on the bed and couldn't help myself from touching until cum, I had been waiting for so long. That's all. I kept everything as I remembered it and left. Over time I went trying everything, the jeans felt great, and the skirts also but the salmon pink dress was my preference, along with the white bodysuit and bra. I also discovered that she stored her used underwear in a small laundry bag made of linen-like fabric. I confess that putting on her used clothes detonated my mice. I would get dressed and sit down with my legs open on a pillow and move around as I imagined she moved, trying to imitate her in everything. How she sat, how she walked, how she painted her lips... In everything. Worst step one day when I went into my room and was looking for my white thong jaja. It was a Saturday morning and there was nobody at home, the night before I could hear moans in my brother's room, clearly they were having sex, I also wanted to that night imagining it. As soon as I woke up I only checked if I was alone and got into his room, searched for the thong and found it inside the laundry bag. I had no control over myself, the excitement could more than reason took off my pants and put on the thong ready to touch myself like never... I was just in that pleasure trance when I heard my name from the living room of the house, my mother's voice, my heart stopped but my body acted by instinct, put on my pants over the thong and closed everything quickly, ran out and got to where my mother was with her, I don't know if it was my heat but she looked more beautiful than usual, asked me to accompany her to the supermarket to buy some things so I had no choice but to go. It was the first time I went out on the street wearing a thong, the first time I felt the friction of walking with that fabric inside my Booty and above all the first time I wore women's clothes! Jaja. She was talking to me but my mind was in another galaxy, every now and then she would hug me because she had always been very affectionate, she called me cute cousin in each hug and I couldn't take it anymore. That trip back and forth to the supermarket was eternal, barely got home I locked myself in my room, took off everything except the thong and lay down to touch myself. Ended up so tired that I started to fall asleep, my last reflex action was to cover myself. Woke up with mom's call for lunch, took off the thong which was already stained with our fluids and mine, got dressed and before going into the dining room went to put it back in its place. Opened the bag and to my surprise the laundry bag wasn't anywhere. PANIC. Ended up putting it back. between the clothes, as if I had fallen without wanting to, which was impossible because the bag closed with a cord but at least there was an excuse. I went to eat but it wasn't the same anymore, I had nerves, fear... I don't know. But even though nothing had happened, I felt like they had discovered me. I left my mischief alone for the following days until things got better. The day came when they had to leave, go back to their city, my brother left the house to say goodbye to his friends and she stayed packing her bag, I was walking past her room when she called out. come help me a little cousin, pass that I hadn't gone back in since the panty incident. She was taking clothes out of the bag that were folded to unfold them again, I would put them in order on the bed. At one point I took out the salmon pink dress, my favorite, I blushed, she put it over her body like someone trying on a garment to see if it fit or not and said I couldn't wear this even once, honestly I don't know if it fits me, I bought it to come but never wore it. I realized the dress was new and I had put her perfume on it when I wore it, anyway, to get out of the situation I said it's sure to fit you if you're petite - well not that much, I'm like you. We have the same body. - if you say so. Even better for me, I said laughing. She made a laugh and said let's see how it looks - no way, I said Then started a chat between jokes and laughter where she ended up convincing me, oh man! What I let myself be convinced of. I took out the t-shirt and put it over my jeans. She said take off your pants. No matter how much I wanted to, I was afraid it was some kind of trap and no matter how much she insisted, I didn't want to take them off. okay, fine she said but no, you don't look better on me she said between laughs. - well it's because my breasts would be missing yours, I said also laughing. wait she said and took out a gray bra from the bag, I knew it but in reality... I liked it so much. I already knew all her clothes and could even guess what she was wearing each day haha. He put it on and with some stockings made a filling that would be my breasts. - Well, it's better here but I have bigger ones, he said laughing again. My excitement started to show through the clothes and she noticed it. She told me one more time. - Are you sure you don't want to take off your pants? I can lend you this one, and I'll take out the white underwear with pink pom-poms. She came up to me and whispered I think that's the one you like most, isn't it? I almost fainted, acted like I didn't understand what she was talking about but it was obvious she knew, took off her clothes quickly and tried to simulate a mixed anger and laughter but she came up to my ear and said stay calm, secret between us. I stood still, not knowing what to do. Took off her clothes and just then heard my brother entering the house. She hugged me and repeated stay calm, secret, close put the underwear in my pocket saying as a memento and that was it. The next day they left and I never saw her again because she and my brother separated. I kept that thing for a long time, wore it and every time I put it on relived that situation, in my mind always had a different ending, always exciting, always ended up taking off my pants, always having fun together. That's how it was until one of those many attacks of guilt we crossdressers go through made me get rid of it, because I couldn't stop being cross and that underwear stayed divine haha.
Suitcases already because as a good woman I traveled with more luggage than my brother could carry. Finally one day we went out to get to know the city and my brother's friends, my parents went to work and I was finally alone at home. My heart was jumping out of my chest, I tried to close the entrance door well since I didn't want another shock like the one that had just happened to me (I'll tell you about that later). I opened the suitcases and there was everything, stretchy jeans with short legs, skirts, dresses, and all kinds of underwear in different colors. In another suitcase were makeup, shoes, slippers, handbags, and all sorts of things. I focused on the clothes suitcase, first the underwear. What I liked most was a white bodysuit, not as big as a culotte but also not as small as a thong, with a little pink bow in front and elastic fabric. I undressed and put it on... Uff... It fit me perfectly, just the right pressure on my Booty and even more pressure when I started to get an erection due to the sensations I was having. I didn't have a matching bra but chose a white one, armed, the same one I wore the day she arrived, easy to guess because it was the only white one. Then I put on a very short cotton dress, salmon pink color, and of course I put on her perfume, I reclined on the bed and couldn't help myself from touching until cum, I had been waiting for so long. That's all. I kept everything as I remembered it and left. Over time I went trying everything, the jeans felt great, and the skirts also but the salmon pink dress was my preference, along with the white bodysuit and bra. I also discovered that she stored her used underwear in a small laundry bag made of linen-like fabric. I confess that putting on her used clothes detonated my mice. I would get dressed and sit down with my legs open on a pillow and move around as I imagined she moved, trying to imitate her in everything. How she sat, how she walked, how she painted her lips... In everything. Worst step one day when I went into my room and was looking for my white thong jaja. It was a Saturday morning and there was nobody at home, the night before I could hear moans in my brother's room, clearly they were having sex, I also wanted to that night imagining it. As soon as I woke up I only checked if I was alone and got into his room, searched for the thong and found it inside the laundry bag. I had no control over myself, the excitement could more than reason took off my pants and put on the thong ready to touch myself like never... I was just in that pleasure trance when I heard my name from the living room of the house, my mother's voice, my heart stopped but my body acted by instinct, put on my pants over the thong and closed everything quickly, ran out and got to where my mother was with her, I don't know if it was my heat but she looked more beautiful than usual, asked me to accompany her to the supermarket to buy some things so I had no choice but to go. It was the first time I went out on the street wearing a thong, the first time I felt the friction of walking with that fabric inside my Booty and above all the first time I wore women's clothes! Jaja. She was talking to me but my mind was in another galaxy, every now and then she would hug me because she had always been very affectionate, she called me cute cousin in each hug and I couldn't take it anymore. That trip back and forth to the supermarket was eternal, barely got home I locked myself in my room, took off everything except the thong and lay down to touch myself. Ended up so tired that I started to fall asleep, my last reflex action was to cover myself. Woke up with mom's call for lunch, took off the thong which was already stained with our fluids and mine, got dressed and before going into the dining room went to put it back in its place. Opened the bag and to my surprise the laundry bag wasn't anywhere. PANIC. Ended up putting it back. between the clothes, as if I had fallen without wanting to, which was impossible because the bag closed with a cord but at least there was an excuse. I went to eat but it wasn't the same anymore, I had nerves, fear... I don't know. But even though nothing had happened, I felt like they had discovered me. I left my mischief alone for the following days until things got better. The day came when they had to leave, go back to their city, my brother left the house to say goodbye to his friends and she stayed packing her bag, I was walking past her room when she called out. come help me a little cousin, pass that I hadn't gone back in since the panty incident. She was taking clothes out of the bag that were folded to unfold them again, I would put them in order on the bed. At one point I took out the salmon pink dress, my favorite, I blushed, she put it over her body like someone trying on a garment to see if it fit or not and said I couldn't wear this even once, honestly I don't know if it fits me, I bought it to come but never wore it. I realized the dress was new and I had put her perfume on it when I wore it, anyway, to get out of the situation I said it's sure to fit you if you're petite - well not that much, I'm like you. We have the same body. - if you say so. Even better for me, I said laughing. She made a laugh and said let's see how it looks - no way, I said Then started a chat between jokes and laughter where she ended up convincing me, oh man! What I let myself be convinced of. I took out the t-shirt and put it over my jeans. She said take off your pants. No matter how much I wanted to, I was afraid it was some kind of trap and no matter how much she insisted, I didn't want to take them off. okay, fine she said but no, you don't look better on me she said between laughs. - well it's because my breasts would be missing yours, I said also laughing. wait she said and took out a gray bra from the bag, I knew it but in reality... I liked it so much. I already knew all her clothes and could even guess what she was wearing each day haha. He put it on and with some stockings made a filling that would be my breasts. - Well, it's better here but I have bigger ones, he said laughing again. My excitement started to show through the clothes and she noticed it. She told me one more time. - Are you sure you don't want to take off your pants? I can lend you this one, and I'll take out the white underwear with pink pom-poms. She came up to me and whispered I think that's the one you like most, isn't it? I almost fainted, acted like I didn't understand what she was talking about but it was obvious she knew, took off her clothes quickly and tried to simulate a mixed anger and laughter but she came up to my ear and said stay calm, secret between us. I stood still, not knowing what to do. Took off her clothes and just then heard my brother entering the house. She hugged me and repeated stay calm, secret, close put the underwear in my pocket saying as a memento and that was it. The next day they left and I never saw her again because she and my brother separated. I kept that thing for a long time, wore it and every time I put it on relived that situation, in my mind always had a different ending, always exciting, always ended up taking off my pants, always having fun together. That's how it was until one of those many attacks of guilt we crossdressers go through made me get rid of it, because I couldn't stop being cross and that underwear stayed divine haha.
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