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their original owner. But I was sure, to wear them again, as soon as the next opportunity arose. The stockings, girdle and panties, I kept on, because I sure wanted to wear them a bit longer and simply camouflaged them with my boyish clothes. I went for a short walk and again in my fantasy, I went through a beautiful and pleasant experi- ence. Very, very carefully, the following day, I washed my mom's delicate items and returned them to her wardrobe.

From that time on, I had a great desire to wear stockings and garters, whenever a chance permitted it. But I did not want to wear my mom's stockings, because the chance was too great, that I might damage them.

I was quite a bit embarrassed, when the middle age sales lady in the lingerie store on the main boulevard in my home town displayed to me a large selection of light girdles and fancy garter belts. They where all pretty and with a somewhat reddish face, I finally made up my mind for one with fancy garters. The sales lady obviously detected my nervousness at being a buyer of such intimate girlish items and comforted me with a big smile. Once she had packed the girdle and the stockings, I felt relieved and left very happy with my newly acquired treasures.

Once a really funny thing happened to me and of course it was absolutely unexpected. In our neighborhood were a few "Tomboys" of a similar age as myself. They specialized in attacking individual boys in some safe area. So it happened that I became one of their victims. It wasn't the attack that I minded, but I was very embarrassed when they discovered me wearing stockings, garters and fancy panties. I expected laughter on their side, but luckily, the girls just wanted to look and were a bit surprised that a boy was wearing this sort of thing. They noticed my girlfriend's name on my panties and asked me why. I told them that I enjoyed doing this very much and sharing it with my girlfriend Irma. They said why not, if that is what you wanted to do and they found it rather cute that boys are wearing girlish things too. With a smile, these tomboys left me and not a single word was every spoken about it afterwards.

So whenever I had a chance, I was living happily as Maxine in mom's wardrobe at home. One time, I was fully dressed and com- pletely carried away in the beautiful sound of modern dance music and moving around in its rhythm in my own dream world in our living

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