RANSVESTIA

In my situation, the clothes were always the initial attraction. The desire to be surrounded by the gentle femininity of a nylon or silk slip was overwhelming. If the circumstances allowed, I would spend hours savoring the many sensations that tingled beneath my outward clothes. Many times, however, the ecstacy was too much and an orgasm came within minutes.

In any case, the reaction following the climax was always the same: shame, recriminations and a firm resolve never to let it happen again. Of course, it always did.

In as large a family as ours, the chance of my ever being alone in that house were miniscule. But, it did happen once. The details of how it came about are rather dull involving a one-in-a-million set of circumstances. Suffice it to say that for one precious evening, I had the place to myself with no possibility of intrusion.

As soon as the family car disappeared down the driveway, I went to my room and removed every piece of clothing. To me, the moment was almost ceremonial when I approached my magic world for the first time with none of the trappings of masculinity. The next hours were heaven! I fondled; I examined; I tried-on; I modeled. Then, I began again.

I discovered the items that appealed to me most and fitted best and assembled a costume for the evening. I recall a garter-belt that clutched me tightly about the waist, peach-colored satin panties that had a small button at the side and a glorious white satin slip that set me into such a frenzy that I had to lie on the bed while I recovered my composure. For the first time, I wore shoes. The sensuous feel of my nylons bound by the slim straps made up for the initial discomfort of having to cope with the heels. A pleated skirt and white blouse completed the ensemble and I roamed the house for hours relishing the sensations that pounded through my system. It was the first time I dressed completely and I knew that no matter what, it would not be the last.

This was the high point of the first stage of my FP development. Per- haps because the chance never came again in that phase of my life, it epitomizes those early days when the tactile feel of the softness of fem- ininity dominated my days and nights. I had tasted the supreme and it was sweet indeed. This level of contact continued for many years. There were great delights and countless precious moments. But, it was also a period of great frustration, for I could never accept the most obvious

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