FIRST ENCOUNTERS
GRABBING THE RING!
HOW JAMIE GRABBED THE RING AND RAN! SUCH MEMORIES!
In the 1950,'s when I was 12 years
old, I grew up in a family of all women, so it wasn't unusual to
wander by an open bedroom door and catch one of them dressing up
for a date. I always admired the clothes girls and women got to
wear. Such a variety of pretty things, from delicate
undergarments to soft, sensuous outerwear. For a guy it was pull
on a pair of Jockey shorts and a pair of pants or jeans, top it
off with a white shirt and bowtie and you were dressed. A young
girl dressing up took much more time, as though it was a ritual
that every layer of her attire be perfectly applied. I actually
think they enjoy the stages of half nudity while at the same time
watching themselves in the mirror become fully dressed.
The feel and texture of a female's material that they wore also
fascinated me, such soft and gentle fabrics. Girls clothes were
very pretty to look at and fun to touch, with the feel of silky
elegance caressing various parts of the body. Occasionally when
everyone was out of the house on a Saturday night date, I would
be left home alone for a few precious hours to investigate the
sensuous feel and smell of female clothing for my self.
My first experiment was the look and feel of hosiery. First I
shaved off the tiny hairs that cropped up on my legs, including
the fine peach fuzz at grew on my derriere. The feel of my new
skin was very pleasant. One at a time I carefully rolled up the
Nylon stocking in my hands as I had watched my sister do many
times. Gingerly I placed the stocking over the tip of my pointed
toes and slowly wiggled the garment up the length of my newly
silkened leg, until it reached the top of my thigh, where before
fastening it in place I fanned out the lacy decorative top. Later
on in my experiments I mastered the delicious garter belt,
snapping the decorative top of my stocking in tight submission.
Once both stockings were on and in place I carefully checked my
seams, for straightness by viewing the back of my silky legs in
the full-length mirror. I would stand in front of this mirror for
hours delicately lifting my skirts to different heights,
unveiling my nyloned legs and showing my lacy under panties. The
exotic glimpse of my black satin garter belt with long tendrils
gently holding up my stockings gave me quite a sexual thrill.
Each time I did this I felt a new awareness of my own sexuality.
The next layer of utter pleasure were the silky panties that fit
loosely like boxer shorts. As I slid them over my ankles and up
my thighs I felt a swelling occur between my legs as my penis
began to enlarge to a full erection. I wondered did girls have
this much trouble? Yes, I was still a bit confused about the
differences between men and women.
My dad died when I was very young and there was no male figure in
my family to explain the facts of life to me. In later years my
sister would finally take me aside and explain the whole concept
of sex to me. That's when I realized women got the better part of
the sexual deal. Ladies got to wear all the pretty clothes and
have an exorbitant capacity for sexual activity. A woman could
have sexual encounter after encounter with different male
partners, tiring them all out. She was worshipped from head to
toe. Her beautiful breasts were cloaked in satin Bras. Tight
pussy's draped in satin panties with lace trim. Sleek legs hugged
tightly by Silk or Nylon stockings, being crowned at the tip of a
dainty foot with delicate high heel shoes. Long tresses and full
heads of hair scented with the aroma of exotic perfumes, gently
filling the space around her sensuous body. I truly envied not
being a girl or a woman. The presence of a sexy feminine gal is
enough to unnerve and render any red blooded male into a babbling
idiot. If he was lucky, she would choose him for a sexual partner
on any particular evening and seduce him at her will. What power
and control. It's hard to believe that women have tossed all
those great attributes out the window, just so they can compete
with men on the same level. When all along they had such an
advantage over the power of men.
Next I would slip into one of the crinolines that I picked
earlier and laid out on the bed with all the other goodies. At
first the petticoat was a bit scratchy and uncomfortable, but
once I slipped on a taffeta crepe under slip, beneath the
crinoline, it all felt much better. Once again I felt a moist
secretion in my panties. It felt gently cool and mysteriously
sticky. I lifted my crinoline to see what it was, but could not
find any measurable substance. My whole body felt aglow and
titillating. I grew weak in the knees as I sat on the edge of the
bed with my petticoats in the air. When my penis was at rest once
again I resumed dressing as a girl. My total fascination at this
point was with petticoats and their luxurious look and feel. I
felt this is what an angel must feel like and going to heaven
would be worth all the effort it would take. Over my head I
pulled another full petticoat of a different color. The hem of
this one had a fluffy lace and chiffon decorative trim. Again I
put on another crinoline of yet a different color. This one had a
shimmery satin finish to it and sown at various points along the
edge were red ribbons. The rustling sound of all this femininity
caused great excitement to me and I was anxious to put on the
skirt.
The skirt I chose was made of a light chiffon material, beige in
color. It was a full swirl skirt and it came to just below the
knee. The design was flowery, small buttercups printed over the
beige background. It was layered in three tiers with overlapping
flounces at each level. Over this creation I dressed in a soft
cashmere pink sweater. The flat chested look in the mirror was a
real turn off, so I tried on a bra, stuffed with Kleenex. It
looked just like Kleenex too. Later I found a falsie or two in
one of the bottom drawers. They made a much better appearance ,
but something was still missing. It was then my mind recalled how
breasts looked under clothes having a bouncing movement.
Carefully filling two rubber balloons with water I created
voluptuous tities for myself. Placing the balloons was tricky as
I thought they might break and leak. I wasn't quite sure how high
on my chest they should sit either. Gingerly I placed them in the
satiny halter and put the sweater back on. WOW! I Looked great
for a guy. My cock immediately swelled to twice it's placid state
at the sight of my feminie sexiness there in the mirror looking
back at me.
As I continued to check myself out in the mirror, the swelling of
my cock continued to increase causing me to feel a dull ache. I
thought it would explode under all that silk and chiffon
caressing my young body. I Gently reached down to feel my cock
through all the sensuous material that I was wearing. Then I
squeezed my penis very hard. It grew even larger. So large you
could now see it sticking up through all the finery covering my
body.
I laid face down on the bed, and writhed my pelvis up and down
back and forth. The rubbing of my penis felt good against the
surface of the bed, especially under all those crinolines and
silk garments. I could sense the hem of my skirt and the ends of
all those petticoats touching the sensitive parts of my body.
Especially the erotic zones on the back of my legs and thighs.
The writhing motion of my body became incredibly faster and
faster, as if I were not in control. All of a sudden I had a
sensation like I was going to urinate. The tip of my cock
exploded with a hot sticky liquid and spread itself all over the
silky under panties, slip and petticoats. I collapsed in sheer
exhaustion, not knowing what had happened to me, but I loved it
very much and wanted to do it again as much as I could. I stayed
dressed in all the sissy clothes the rest of the night until once
again about an hour later my cock swelled beneath my dresses and
once again I masturbated some more.
This time I placed several pillows under me for added
sensitivity. It seemed that for almost 20 minutes I was bumping
and grinding on the pillows , but nothing would happen other than
the intense building of erotic and sensuous feelings. Upon my
weakened knees I stood as I pulled up all the silk, satin and
lace under pinnnings up to my face throwing my flying skirts over
top of the pillow and laid back down on the pillows. The cool
soft pillows felt exotic against my flat hot pelvis and enlarged
penis. Rigorously I pumped against the pillows beneath my loins
as I watched my skirts billow out all around me in light gentle
fluffy motion.
All of a sudden an extremely hot charge of my semen ejaculated
from the opening of my dick. It seemed like I climaxed for at
least minutes as I writhed and ground my pelvic area deep into
the pillows under my command. Again and again ecstatic explosions
burst from my genitals. I never wanted to stop! Eventually I grew
very weak and fell into a sweet deep sleep. My cock remained hard
the whole time.
As I slept, I relived the whole experience again in my dreams.
Finally I woke up with a euphoric feeling of self satisfaction
and contentment. For years this activity would occupy my free
stolen moments of self induced pleasure. I never grew out of this
activity, but have now taken to writing about it so that others
might realize we sissy boys are not so abnormal, but we just have
an increased sensitivity that most people on earth don't have any
clue about. It is the prime reason many of us stay in the closet
about our sexual pleasure derived from cross dressing. As I sat
here today penning these words and re-reading for errors I
couldn't help but experience the sheer pleasure of long ago, one
more time I felt the hot tender creaming in my silk panties that
I wear all the time, just to remind me I am the Happy Cross
Dresser. I hope my tale has caused some of you to wet your
panties too.
ing this now, I am wearing a white
negligee over a pink nightdress . . . And I love it!
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