When I was five or six years old, I remember secretly raiding my aunt’s closet to play dress up. Her favorite decade from her youth was definitely the 70s. From bell bottoms to fringed dresses, the only thing missing from her collection was a disco ball. Really. It’s as if my aunt was best friends with Donna Summer herself, or the cast of Saturday Night Fever partied in her closet nightly. Adele Dazeem, anyone?
In all that junk of retro fashion, I always found myself drawn to her pink and gold strappy three-inch heels. I remember they hurt a lot and were quite uncomfortable. Walking in them was another story. Pain and stumbles aside, I remember having a rush of happiness. It’s as if each stride made me feel taller, prettier and more confident.
If you google the word nostalgia, it defines it as having a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. Although, I rarely "sissy that walk" these days, every time I see another little boy playing with all the colors in the crayon box, I think back to this moment and smile. And let’s face it, with all that’s going on in our society today, it’s important to think happy thoughts and believe in fairies, right?
Do you remember the first time you started coloring outside the lines? Whether it was your first "girl toy" or your first lingerie purchase, comment below and tell us your story.
For me it started when I was 5-years-old. I recall snooping through my mom’s underwear drawer and I liked how nice the panties felt in my hands. Soon I started wearing them at home and at school. My favorite pair was a black satin bikini with a little embroidered rose on it. As I got older and grew bigger I was able to fit into my mom’s pantyhose and other lingerie, just in time for puberty! Once I had girlfriends I’d sneak into their lingerie drawers and experiment some more. All of this was in secret. Then a few years into my marriage I started to drop hints to my wife. We would take a lot of trips and I would purposely “forget” my underwear and ask to borrow a pair of hers. She never seemed to really get into it, but more recently I’ve been more open and honest about what turns me on and it’s been nothing but positive results! Life is too short, be yourself.
My first time I was 9 years old. My bedroom was downstairs near the laundry room and I remember one night sneaking into the dryer and finding a pair of my stepmothers panties. They were royal purple satin panties and I was immediately mesmerized by them. I used to sleep in them and the way they felt was amazing. I also remember the first time I wore them to school under my uniform. I wondered if anyone could tell I was wearing panties. From then on I’ve grown quite fond of sexy undergarments and clothing.
I remember my first female toys very well. A dollhouse and I made her a mother.
The first time I used underwear was my boyfriend who lent me others from his mother. From the Mayan era I stopped wearing it, my first lingerie purchase was at a store where I still bought it today. I love buying lingerie and phaco for many years in the same store. The first time I was ashamed. Over time I became friends with the owner and today she calls me to tell me that she received the new collection. Let me take you home and try on the pants. And a moment when I feel like a real woman!