I'm Pauly and this is my secret.
Feeling myself a slut for the first time.
I was still going to college and as I've told you in other stories, I was a fairly common teenager, neither popular nor athletic nor good with girls, however, my older sister who went to the same college as me, if she was popular and her circle of friends were too.
My sister was a baton twirler as it's known in my country, only teenagers with the best body can be one since the uniform they wear tends to be quite sexy and provocative, short skirts, high boots, and a top that highlighted their attributes while marching to the rhythm of the war band, making that select group not only carry all the applause at parades but also turn them into the most popular and desired women by everyone.
Among this group, Isabel stood out as my sister's best friend. Despite being an adolescent still, she already had sexual experience and all men would have given an arm to have her in our bed; however, since she was older than me and friends with my sister, she saw me as her younger brother, putting herself completely out of my reach.
Despite this, when he visited us, I enjoyed his company a lot and enjoyed being able to appreciate his body very closely and feeling his body when he hugged me with affection like his younger brother, but I enjoyed it just as much. At a certain point, they would lock themselves in my sister's room and tell each other their secrets, so I found out how she played with the men who died for her, since she always asked them to do their chores or carry their books.
One day they had a presentation that would be in the afternoon, Isabel brought her baton uniform for convenience to change clothes at my house with my sister and they left as they would do a final rehearsal before the program and she left a suitcase with her clothes. At first I didn't make much of it until I wondered if she had left her underwear in that suitcase.
Since I was alone at home and had time, I decided to search for her things. I entered my sister's room and saw that Isabel had left her school shoes next to her backpack, so I put them aside and sat on the bed to review that backpack, hoping to find her underwear still not knowing well what I would do if I found it.
I opened the zip and could check that Isabel had completely changed her clothes, I hated myself for not having spied on her while she was doing it because at some point she must have been completely naked. I regained my concentration on that backpack and the first thing I found was her ripped and baggy jeans, which were in fashion back then, a white school blouse but cut to accentuate her body, her socks and finally that treasure I had come for. A white bra and thong set.
The first time I had a thong in my hands, but that wasn't just any thong, it was the thong of the most popular and desired girl from all the school. Almost instinctively I directed it towards my nose and breathed deeply. I don't know how to describe that moment, but everything excited me to the limit. Imagining she had been naked in that room, her spectacular ass had rubbed against the sheets where I was sitting and that thong which had been between my hands just ten minutes earlier was caressing her vagina, which I imagined as smooth and rosy.
I freed my penis from my pants and boxers because I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to masturbate and at first I thought of cumming on that thong, however, I immediately reacted in that it would obviously be discovered if I did something like that. But I didn't want that to be another memorable masturbation.
Since Isabel was completely out of my reach, that thong and all her clothes would be the bridge between her body, her genitals, and mine. Then I decided to undress completely and started caressing my cock with that thong, took her bra which still had its perfume and started enjoying that aroma. However, my lust demanded more. Put on her clothes my mind said. The simple idea made me start salivating, as I wanted to stop in front of the mirror and fantasize that it's me who undresses her and makes love to her. And so it was.
I took all her clothes and went towards my parents' room that had a full-body mirror. First, I put on her socks, bra, and blouse. The image in the mirror was indescribable; it was time to put on her thong, but I wanted to enjoy this experience to the maximum so I did it very slowly, started imagining that I was her and she was dressing me up to provoke men, lifted her thong up my legs enjoying every second, reached my genitals and the thong went between my buttocks caressing my testicles and anus.
It was the first time I felt the warmth of women's underwear and my excitement was so great that my penis started to expel pre-seminal liquid, but I didn't want to stop there, I took her pants and started putting them on one leg at a time, managed to put them up and when looking in the mirror thought that Isabel and I seemed to be of the same height, however, when looking in the mirror felt something was missing. Exactly, shoes, I ran to get them and put them on, although they stayed a bit tight, I celebrated the fact that all her clothes fit me.
I went to the mirror and I loved what I saw, it was me but her clothes made me feel like she was, all her security and self-esteem, I felt how slutty she felt and the power that tight clothing generated. I closed my eyes and started imagining how many men would have kissed using that clothing, how many she managed to seduce and subdue with her charms. I opened my eyes and my reflection in the mirror was no longer the same, I had transformed into her, even the posture of my body had changed, I stood up straight, looking at how her bra gave me fake breasts, pulling in my stomach and pushing back my hips to show a nearly fantastic ass like hers.
I walked around the house feeling like a total slut, I peeked out the window and although my street was little traveled, I fantasized that someone passing by could see a beautiful teenager, very sexy and empowered. With that fantasy in my mind, I started to masturbate, but definitely this time it was memorable, I felt like her clothes were caressing my body, although I have to admit that the best sensation was the rub of her thong between my buttocks.
I closed my eyes and let myself be taken, I wasn't masturbating, but having sex with myself, accelerated the rhythm and ejaculated like never before on the floor of the living room, didn't care about anything in that instant, simply enjoyed it to the maximum. With a final squirt and a groan, opened my eyes and stayed paralyzed for a few minutes, always after masturbating I cleaned up right away and my erection decreased automatically, but this time was different.
I enjoyed all those sensations for a few more minutes, as it was time to return to reality, I went back to the mirror and slowly took off that magical clothing, left everything in its place as if nothing had happened, put on my clothes and left home.
Although many years passed before I used feminine clothing again, that was my first time and you are the first ones to whom I confess it.
I wait for your comments and don't forget to leave your points as they motivate me to keep creating content.
I'm leaving a link to one of my posts:
http://www.poringa.net/posts/trans/5696508/Sissy-para-amantes-de-los-pies.html
Feeling myself a slut for the first time.
I was still going to college and as I've told you in other stories, I was a fairly common teenager, neither popular nor athletic nor good with girls, however, my older sister who went to the same college as me, if she was popular and her circle of friends were too.
My sister was a baton twirler as it's known in my country, only teenagers with the best body can be one since the uniform they wear tends to be quite sexy and provocative, short skirts, high boots, and a top that highlighted their attributes while marching to the rhythm of the war band, making that select group not only carry all the applause at parades but also turn them into the most popular and desired women by everyone.
Among this group, Isabel stood out as my sister's best friend. Despite being an adolescent still, she already had sexual experience and all men would have given an arm to have her in our bed; however, since she was older than me and friends with my sister, she saw me as her younger brother, putting herself completely out of my reach.
Despite this, when he visited us, I enjoyed his company a lot and enjoyed being able to appreciate his body very closely and feeling his body when he hugged me with affection like his younger brother, but I enjoyed it just as much. At a certain point, they would lock themselves in my sister's room and tell each other their secrets, so I found out how she played with the men who died for her, since she always asked them to do their chores or carry their books.
One day they had a presentation that would be in the afternoon, Isabel brought her baton uniform for convenience to change clothes at my house with my sister and they left as they would do a final rehearsal before the program and she left a suitcase with her clothes. At first I didn't make much of it until I wondered if she had left her underwear in that suitcase.
Since I was alone at home and had time, I decided to search for her things. I entered my sister's room and saw that Isabel had left her school shoes next to her backpack, so I put them aside and sat on the bed to review that backpack, hoping to find her underwear still not knowing well what I would do if I found it.
I opened the zip and could check that Isabel had completely changed her clothes, I hated myself for not having spied on her while she was doing it because at some point she must have been completely naked. I regained my concentration on that backpack and the first thing I found was her ripped and baggy jeans, which were in fashion back then, a white school blouse but cut to accentuate her body, her socks and finally that treasure I had come for. A white bra and thong set.
The first time I had a thong in my hands, but that wasn't just any thong, it was the thong of the most popular and desired girl from all the school. Almost instinctively I directed it towards my nose and breathed deeply. I don't know how to describe that moment, but everything excited me to the limit. Imagining she had been naked in that room, her spectacular ass had rubbed against the sheets where I was sitting and that thong which had been between my hands just ten minutes earlier was caressing her vagina, which I imagined as smooth and rosy.
I freed my penis from my pants and boxers because I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to masturbate and at first I thought of cumming on that thong, however, I immediately reacted in that it would obviously be discovered if I did something like that. But I didn't want that to be another memorable masturbation.
Since Isabel was completely out of my reach, that thong and all her clothes would be the bridge between her body, her genitals, and mine. Then I decided to undress completely and started caressing my cock with that thong, took her bra which still had its perfume and started enjoying that aroma. However, my lust demanded more. Put on her clothes my mind said. The simple idea made me start salivating, as I wanted to stop in front of the mirror and fantasize that it's me who undresses her and makes love to her. And so it was.
I took all her clothes and went towards my parents' room that had a full-body mirror. First, I put on her socks, bra, and blouse. The image in the mirror was indescribable; it was time to put on her thong, but I wanted to enjoy this experience to the maximum so I did it very slowly, started imagining that I was her and she was dressing me up to provoke men, lifted her thong up my legs enjoying every second, reached my genitals and the thong went between my buttocks caressing my testicles and anus.
It was the first time I felt the warmth of women's underwear and my excitement was so great that my penis started to expel pre-seminal liquid, but I didn't want to stop there, I took her pants and started putting them on one leg at a time, managed to put them up and when looking in the mirror thought that Isabel and I seemed to be of the same height, however, when looking in the mirror felt something was missing. Exactly, shoes, I ran to get them and put them on, although they stayed a bit tight, I celebrated the fact that all her clothes fit me.
I went to the mirror and I loved what I saw, it was me but her clothes made me feel like she was, all her security and self-esteem, I felt how slutty she felt and the power that tight clothing generated. I closed my eyes and started imagining how many men would have kissed using that clothing, how many she managed to seduce and subdue with her charms. I opened my eyes and my reflection in the mirror was no longer the same, I had transformed into her, even the posture of my body had changed, I stood up straight, looking at how her bra gave me fake breasts, pulling in my stomach and pushing back my hips to show a nearly fantastic ass like hers.
I walked around the house feeling like a total slut, I peeked out the window and although my street was little traveled, I fantasized that someone passing by could see a beautiful teenager, very sexy and empowered. With that fantasy in my mind, I started to masturbate, but definitely this time it was memorable, I felt like her clothes were caressing my body, although I have to admit that the best sensation was the rub of her thong between my buttocks.
I closed my eyes and let myself be taken, I wasn't masturbating, but having sex with myself, accelerated the rhythm and ejaculated like never before on the floor of the living room, didn't care about anything in that instant, simply enjoyed it to the maximum. With a final squirt and a groan, opened my eyes and stayed paralyzed for a few minutes, always after masturbating I cleaned up right away and my erection decreased automatically, but this time was different.
I enjoyed all those sensations for a few more minutes, as it was time to return to reality, I went back to the mirror and slowly took off that magical clothing, left everything in its place as if nothing had happened, put on my clothes and left home.
Although many years passed before I used feminine clothing again, that was my first time and you are the first ones to whom I confess it.
I wait for your comments and don't forget to leave your points as they motivate me to keep creating content.
I'm leaving a link to one of my posts:
http://www.poringa.net/posts/trans/5696508/Sissy-para-amantes-de-los-pies.html
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