Hampered Dressing by Lisa Marie Kelly I was one of four children in our house. My two older sisters were very close to me in age, and my younger sister was born just after I turned three. When my baby sister was still a baby, I remember how sweet she looked in her frilly dresses and rhumba panty covered botttom. Sometimes when my mother was changing my baby sister, she would ask me to help her by putting the dirty clothes in the hamper. This was when I first began to feel the ruffles of the panty covers. I really did not think much about this since she was just a baby, and I figured this was just the way babies in diapers were kept dry until they grew up. As a boy in a house of girls, I was not allowed to physically hurt my older sisters, no matter what they did. This was unfair, especially since my older sister was bigger and stronger than me at that time. But that was what I had to do and so I obeyed. I stayed away from them whenever I could to avoid problems. But,I was allowed to spend a lot of time with my baby sister, who liked the attention I gave her, and my mom was happy for the help, so she could do other things Sometime I just could not avoid my older sisters, like when we got dressed up for special occasions - holidays and visits to our grandparents. I was given clothes that looked like my dad, and sometimes I really didn't like that, since my dad was hardly ever around, and suits looked really stupid on me. My sisters were not dressed like my mom, but wore frilly dresses, often with filmy satin tops and wide skirt bottoms, and I noticed that they wore nylon rhumba panties like my baby sister, with petticoats under the dresses. My mother spent a lot of time helping them with their clothes. I didn't need any help, and I got dressed in my room all by myself, like a big boy of five. Little by little I noticed my sisters dressed, especially the full petticoats, with the camisole top with satin across the chest and lingerie straps across the shoulders, and tiers of hard organza awith delicate lace overly on the attached skirt. I also saw how much people commented about them, you know, how pretty and charming and sweet. I was alway well behaved, otherwise my misbehavior was exposed to my relatives at the holiday visits. So I just went along with the show and watched how it was played. At home, I kept to myself and played with my baby sister and helped my mom. I would put clothing in the hamper, and saw my older sisters panties and full petticoats there next to my plain pants and white cotton shirts. On day, I touched a pair of yellow ruffled panties when I was putting my clothes in the hamper, and felt the smooth satin of the front of the panty. Just for curiosity, I picked them up and ran my hand over the ruffles on the back of the panty, and rubbed the silky fabric in my hand between my thumb and fingers. It was very smooth and rustled when I rubbed across the ruffled back side. The panties felt nice, really smooth, and I then put them back in the hamper with the other clothes. Next to the panties, under a pajama top, was one of the full petticoats. I lifted the petticoat up in front of me and held it by the straps. The bodice was smooth satin white and there was a line of small lace across the curved neckline. The tiered bottom had multiple small layers of stiff yet silky fabric, and each layer had a thin wispy film of white fabric over it, with a lace hem at the bottom edge. It looked like layers of clouds with lace hems falling out of the sky. Just out of wonder, I pulled the yellow panties back out, and took off my briefs. I slid the panties up my legs and setlled them around my waist. The panty arched over my hio, and the ruffled back hugged my backside tightly. The fabric was silky smooth against my tummy and was tight around my waist with a little elastic band much narrower than my own briefs. Then I lifted the petticoat up over my head as I had seen my mother do my sisters, and slid the petticoat over my arms and head. The first time I did this the petticoat covered me like a bag. Then, I discovered how to slid my arms up inside and get the straps to fit over my shoulders. I snuggled inside the satin top and smoothed the bottom skirt over my hips and legs. I stood up to see myself in the bathroom vanity mirror, and carressed my satin covered chest and ruffled the stiff bottom skirt of the petticoat. Then I lifted up the lace lined skirt to see the panties. I turned around to see the back side of panty ruffles under the petticoat. I thought I looked as pretty as my sisters, but I heard some footsteps and quickly slipped the petticoat off my shoulders and the panties down my legs and put them in the hamper, and put on my clothes. One day, I was home from first grade before anyone else. I grabbed a snack and went to my room to begin homework. I remembered the panties and petticoat from the week before, and went to the bathroom and opened the hamper, just to see what was there. Right on top was a shiny white panty, not quite a bikini, but close. It was so smooth it just about slid out of my hands. I temoved my pants and briefs and put these new panties on. Wow, they were tighter and silkier then the yellow ruffled panties, and I wondered how I missed them last week. I got another white petticoat out and gingerly slipped the bodice over my head and down onto my shoulders. Then, I decided to get a better look at myself in my own bedroom mirror. In better light, the petticoat hugged my smooth chest and my nipples showed through the satiny top. The skirt was full around me with lace, and when I lifted the skirt I gasped at how pretty I looked in the shiny white panties. I was feeling the line of the panty openings around my hips, and smoothing the panty over my tummy, when I felt my penis getting stiff inside the delicious panties. I remembered that I felt this before, when I woke up early one morning face down on my bed with my hands between my legs. Now, all dressed in panty and petticoat, I laid down on my bed with my hands between my legs holding myself through the tiered skirt and shiny satin panty. Instinctively, I began to move my hips inside the petticoat, and I felt harder. It also felt good. I kept on rubbing against the clothing. The ruffled petticoat made a light rustling sound. The straps of the satin bodice pulled over my shoulders, and the fabric clung to my chest and then came loose as I moved inside the panty and skirt. My breathing became heavier and my movements more intense. I lost track of everything else, and was engulfed in the stiff ruffled petticoat around my body and the satin panties tightly yet gently covering my tummy and butt. I was beginning to feel a tingling deep inside of me, and it kind of rumbled as it kept going. Then all of a sudden a spasm that took my breath away. Another spasm and another followed and I lost count- it felt so good, like waking up and being part asleep and part awake. When I regained my senses, I felt a warm wetness in the front of my panties. I stood up and lifted my skirt to see that I had wet the panties with something very thick, milky white and incredibly smooth. Then I knew- this was sexual orgasm. And I did it myself, with the help of silky panties and a full, satin bodice petticioat. I cleaned the panty, and then laid on the bed in a curled position, almost falling asleep in my pretty clothes. Since then, I dressed up whenever I could, and as my older sisters grew into bras and slips and camies and teddys, so did I. There are many other thrills along the way, and this was just the beginning.