TRUE STORY

THE WORST NIGHT OF MY LIFE

Anonymous

Editor's Note: Although I know who the author of the following piece is and although she gave permission to publish it, I have editorially deleted the name myself.

As for my background, like most of us, probably, I became aware of my desire to wear feminine clothing at an early age. I was no more than six or seven years old when I began to "try on" my mother's panties.

For some reason, and I cannot remember now even how the subject came up, my grandmother came to know of my liking to wear silky undergarments. When I visited her, without my parents being present, I was allowed to wear panties and one of her slips while she read to me. She even let me sleep in those clothes and, somehow, my fairly strict grandfather never found out.

Mama, as I called my grandmother, never told my parents or, as far as I know, anyone else. Needless to say, I looked forward with great anticipating to those visits to Mama's house!

Around the age of 10 or 11, I sneaked a pair of my mother's panties and a slip into my bedroom and, when I thought the coast was clear, I took off my pajamas and put on the nylon underwear. No sooner had I done so, than in came Mother. She flipped on the light and caught me desperately trying to burrow out of sight in the sheets. She didn't scream or even call Father who, I was sure, would have killed me. She simply sat on the bed and demolished me by saying that what I was doing was perverse and unnatural. The shame I felt was over- whelming as I removed her clothes and put my pajamas back on. It was a long time that night before I finally cried myself to sleep.

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