Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 02:33:50 -0400 (EDT)
From: Fiersign144@aol.com
Subject: Finally dressed part 1

I guess it all started in the early years of my  life, I don't know, maybe
four or five years old. I was fascinated by my moms  slips and wanted so
badly to try one on  but did not realize the  significance.
My brother who later turned out to be a cross dresser, would raid the
clothes hamper and do a fashion show in moms finest, I was delighted but very
envious. The panties were ok but the slips were something special to me, when
my  brother put one on over his panties, I was turned on beyond belief.
Sadly my dad  came in and found him modeling for me and whipped the day lights
out him. I  guess that sunk the fantasy deep into my subconscious from there
forward.
Still in my twenties when I experimented with pot, I found my mind drifting
 to women's delicates. I so much longed to feel the silkiness of a slip
against  my body, I was beside myself with the fantasy. I knew the fantasies
were wrong  but I still longed to feel a woman's slip on my skin. I dismissed
the idea as  ludicrous because it would make me a sissy or worse a homo. One
night my pot  smoking evolved to taking acid and a friend came by to take a
hit with me. I did  not realize he was gay but we dropped acid and he asked
if he could take a  shower, since we came straight from work. I of course
agreed and gave him a  towel and sent him on his way. BY the time he had
finished his shower my acid  had kicked in and I was tripping my brains out. He
returned to the room in a  pair of jeans and no shirt, and was clean and wet
form the shower.  We were  listening to music when he looked at me and I
smiled at the lyrics of the song  and realized I was all fucked up. I guess he
misinterpreted my signals and he  crossed the room and tried to plant a
kiss on my lips. I nearly freaked, he was  inches from my lips when it hit me
what was going on, I was freaked and turned  him away. He retreated but sat
across the room staring at me, I was all confused  and got his signal loud
and clear now but could not see myself kissing a man.  Once more he crossed
the room and nearly kissed me before I decided it was  wrong, so I sent him
away again .Tripping my brains out I had to think the  situation over in
detail and realized there would be kissing and then our cocks  would come out and
soon there would be blow jobs and who knows what else. I was  so freaked
out, I began to cocoon in my seat. He got the message and through his  blue
jeans he masturbated and got off staring at me. I was damn  uncomfortable.
I saw the cum stain his jeans when he got off and it was sexy in a weird
sort of way, knowing I was the idol of his fantasies. I was tempted to see
what  a cock felt like and what cum tasted like but I was not gay, I later
found out  why We sat there tripping for quite some time and I excused myself
eventually  and went to bed in the other room, I half expected him to sneak
in and attack me  later but he never did, in the morning I was alone. I was
torn, if he had come  through the bedroom door, I would have most likely
relented and had my first gay  encounter, but it did not happen.
I saw him a few more times out in public but we never spoke of the incident
 or went any further.  We drifted apart and all I had was mixed emotions
and  a curiosity I was forever filled with.
In the back of my mind if he had been in panties or a slip, it would have
been natural and I would have seduced him as he tried to seduce me, but he
was a  straight gay man, no pun intended. I have to say the wet spot in his
jeans  disturbed me for months, I wanted to know what cum and a cock were
like but not  enough to give it a go..
    Not to sound like a drug addict but for a period of  six months, I
dropped acid several times, mostly at concerts which were amazing.  I smoked pot
regularly and remained confused by my sexuality, I find and still  find
women irresistible but there was a certain allure to a mole relationship as
well.
One day there was a giant pig roast in the country and I was invited, I
decided this might be an occasion to drop acid, so I did. When I arrived,
there  were hundreds of people and no one I knew, which was ok because I was out
of my  mind tripping and wanted to just enjoy the scene.
A massive thunderstorm hit the area and everyone headed indoors, making the
 house one giant traffic jam of bodies, it was impossible to move without
touching someone, and it was panic stricken tight quarters. I was flowing in
one  direction toward the kitchen when the bodies stopped and I was face to
face with  a nice looking hippie type, we smiled and in an attempt at small
talk I  said.
 "Lots of women but no takers."
He gave me a great smile and said ."How about a man?"
Embarrassed I turned him down and again felt odd about my sexuality. I was
beginning to wonder iof acid inhibited my natural instincts? That night ZI
masturbated to the thought of my first friend giving me a blow job and
kissing  me deeply, his cum all over my leg or chest.
 I cleaned up my act and quit doing all drugs but alcohol but each  time I
got alone and drunk, I began to imagine myself in women's clothing.  Dressed
in a dress and stockings and a slip of course and lip stick and nails  and
well, as a woman.
I moved to a city, and met many out front gay men but still had no
hankering to try gay sex but one night we went to a gay club to see a woman
perform and it was an all out gay crowd. When I wanted to pee, the boys at the
table told me to make sure to go to the girls room because the women used the
men's room. I was apprehensive but took their advice as I saw a man leaving
the  ladies room as I approached. I entered, opened a stall and peed my
brains out,  when I opened the door, there e was woman with her beautiful legs
on a chair,  straightening her stockings. I was beside myself with
embarasment.I knew the gay  friends had pulled one over on me.Just as I was about to
bolt in embarrassment,  a husky voice asked me if her stockings were
straight, I knew in a heartbeat it  was a man dressed as a woman. My heart
fluttered, I was both turned on and  embarrassed at the same time. I had never heard
of a transvestite or a cross  dresser but was immediately intrigued. No I
am telling the true  story, I  was sexually turned on and had found my
calling. I was too shy to speak to her  beyond polite conversation but AI was
sporting a hard on , viagra could only  wish to achieve. Just then another
male/female entered, they kissed checks and  said hello, I thought I might cum
right there. The ladies turned to me to  introduce themselves and noticed my
condition, they made a joke which was no  doubt funny now but it made me very
self conscientious.
"We have a little situation", the first one said, the other one laughed
lightly. They both approached me, the first one toward my lips, the second
toward my loins. Before I could protest or even desire too, I was in a french
kiss with my new found kindred spirit and felt my zipper lower and my cock
come  out to the sensation of a warm mouth. I think it was my first time in
high  school since I came so quickly, I was beside myself with lust and the
smell of  perfume.
I was so insanely satisfied yet so embarrassed, I did not know what to  say.
"We need to take this one home Cheryl,what do you think?
 The original woman agreed and took my hand, they led me out of the
bathroom and toward the exit.