Monday, September 16, 2019

Lingerie and your first experience

  ( Note: This blog post has been corrected for a few minor errors and misspellings)



                                            We all LOVE lingerie, don't we ?

                                                                        




       Isn't it a "must have " even for the casual  crossdresser? 

If you go back....... Like waaaay back when you were young, wasn't your first encounter or curiousity with crossdressing ( That got the best of you! ) with lingerie?

It could have been as simple as a pair of panties, which is how many boys start, or with some other feminine undergarment that caught your curiosity.  

Maybe you were one of the rare ones who decided to go for it and went "all out" the very first time you experimented with crossdressing.  I'm pretty sure most of us didn't though, and our first times were with one of the items mentioned above.

The first experience I can remember was being at my grandmothers house near Williamsburg, Va. I think I was five years old and we lived with her for a short time. The reason I remember being that age was that my brother was born when I was five also.

I was putting on panty hose in the living room and my grandmother caught me. I say "caught" but I actually felt no shame in it, other than doing something that I shouldn't have been doing I guess.  Maybe I had seen my grandmother, or mother putting them on and I wanted to imitate them. There must have been a reason why I took them and tried them on. ( I cant remember where from in the house)   I remember being scolded for it though.

               This curiousity  disappeared until  I was a bit older.

I looked in my mothers dresser drawer after coming home one day. I was about fourteen or fifteen years old.  I'm not even sure why I decided to look but I know I was drawn to her very feminine undergarments.  I also found a vibrator and a book .I found out later, that it was a very popular book at the time , and still available . It was called "Forbidden Flowers"  by Nancy Friday.  She wrote a few books, the most popular being "My Secret Garden"  but I STILL havent read that one. 

I got curious and would put on her panties and read the book, along with the vibrator ( which came about later) I would imagine myself being the woman in the stories. These were letters published in the book of women's sexual fantasies and experiences, and I would orgasm imagining myself  in these situations and then I would feel ashamed afterwards quite often.... Perhaps we all did 

                      A bit later, when Greg ( my first) began fucking me, 




I would wear the panties for him also, but when we couldn't get together, I would think of him while wearing them, pleasuring myself with the vibrator and the book.

If you go back and read "My first time with a boy as a sissy" it gets into in a bit, along with losing my virginity to him.  

It 
felt natural  and the panties were the item that  I started to express my other gender with. I didn't wear dresses in those days but I did start wearing the  panties and girls jeans as I mentioned , and those "high waist" panties that he loved me to wear whenever he decided to fuck me. 


I would like to ask YOU, the readers of my blog. ....What was the first thing you remember?   

Did you just try something on as I did ,only to have it reappear years later , or was it a progression?

Please comment and let me know!

I'm very interested in what you other girls have been through, and I promise to publish every comment that you make.

Thanks again for reading, and I truly am glad you are reading my blog!

                                          Hugs!
                                          Franni





8 comments:

  1. It was the panties for me....and when I was really young too...
    I loved them and when I finally got a chance to get a pair of my own I spent so much time locked in the bathroom jerking my little clit that my parents thought I had some kind of stomach disorder!!!!
    But as much as I loved panties, it was the first time I put on a bra that made me feel like a girl....
    It was so different from anything else I had ever worn that it really made me feel like a girl....
    I always had a panty fetish....hell one look in my panty drawers will show you that I still do.....but it was that first bra that really changed me!!!!
    Kisses
    Kaaren

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    1. It was panties for me too, aside from trying on the pantyhose many years earlier as I mentioned. However it didn't really become a "thing" for me until I was with Greg as a teenager. I think being the object of a boys affection at that young age made me feel cute and desirable. I found myself wanting to be a girlfriend to him, which in turn made me want to wear the simplest and most feminine of undergarments...Yes, Panties!

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  2. It was a red babydoll nightie for me.... I loved it and had to wash it by hand often... hehehe....

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    1. Yes, I can totally relate! Wearing something so pretty can sometimes lead to a pretty passionate evening...even if youre alone.... *wink* …. I love red for a babydoll nightie. I have looked at a few recently, which I love. I had one about 6 years ago, and I loved it. I stupidly purged it, along with
      many other nice ( and some expensive) things. Hopefully my days of purging are behind me!

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  3. It was definitely panties for this gurl! As soon as I slid those first silky panties up my smooth legs I was hooked for life. Then I discovered slips and pantie hose and bras and heels....

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  4. My first lingerie experience was my mother panties. They were nylon "granny panties."

    I was probably 13 years old.

    I borrowed them from the dirty laundry. I wore them for a week!

    I am sure that I must have I "outed" myself by taking the panties. My need was so strong that I could not stop myself.

    My need to wear panties was not sexual. I wanted to express the feminine part of my personality. I could suppress it any longer.
    This led me to steal the cutest pair of "gossamer" panties. These panties were too delicate to wear.

    I did not try on any more of my mother's clothing.

    I was terrified about who and what I was. I started writing femdom stories. I purchased transgender porn. I even sewed a jean skirt.

    I knew that I was "different," but I dated women hoping that straight sex would "turn me straight."

    I did have straight sex, but I could only keep an erection if I imagined myself as a woman having sex with my boyfriend.

    When I finally had gay sex, I felt like I had found a part of myself.

    Now, I am on HRT, and I am in the process of transitioning.

    This led me to stealing the cutest pair of "gossamer" panties. These panties were to delicate to wear.

    I did not try on any more of my mother's clothing.

    I was terrified about who and what I was. I started writing femdom stories. I purchased transgender porn. I sewed a jean skirt.

    I knew that I was "different," but I dated women hoping that straight sex would "turn me straight."

    I did have straight sex, but I could only keep an erection if I imagined myself as a girl having sex having sex with her boyfriend.

    I hated intercourse, but I loved licked a girl's clit and using my fingers.

    When I finally had gay sex, I felt that I had found a part of myself.

    Now I am on HRT, but I am not out as a Transgender woman/nonbinary person. I am still too terrified to be my true self.

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