Greetings, my dear readers. First I want to express my appreciation for your responses to my blog postings. It is so rewarding to know that there are so many of you that share this common experience with me that we call, loosely, “crossdressing”. Perhaps a better term is “gender fluid.” That pretty much works for me, as we all have a sense of who we are that is much broader than the confining role of the traditional binary male. I can’t imagine going back to being the macho male I once pretended to be (I say “pretended” because that was never who I really was) and wearing those heavy, scratchy underwear. Thinking about this fascinating journey of embracing the inner femme that we know ourselves to be, I started wondering about what got us all started on this journey.
I’ve read a lot of posts on various sites, regarding crossdressing folks like us, and have found there are many starting points. Some have sisters, and got started by exploring their sister’s panty drawer, or closet in search of the perfect skirt or dress. Others went foraging in their mom’s closet and dresser. Others didn’t have a sense of their femme self until later in life and lived, or do live, in fear of discovery by their wives. Others, the most fortunate of all, have a spouse that is totally okay with the feminine side of her husband or significant other, and lives happily in the gender fluid world with him.
So, I have a question for you: what got you started, and at what age? When did you first slip on that luscious pair of panties and know you were hooked – that this was a part of who you are? When did you first try on that first bra, or blouse, or skirt, and know that this was something you just had to do? We all had some starting point that led to where we are now, and I would love to hear your stories. By reading the blogs here at Xdress, surely by now you know you are far from alone in this fascinating world of the gender fluid; you are part of a virtual community here at Xdress. Tell me your story – I would love to hear it!
Fondest regards,
Angie
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I was the baby of 5 kids. Mom-Day, Oldest brother, 3 sisters, then me. I was more or less subservient and submissive to the females in my family during my entire upbringing. I do recall one or twice going through mom drawers, finding her panties, garters, etc. Nothing sexy, all very basic, all white, etc. It did nothing for me. I never once paid any attention to any panties or bras of siblings, nor girlfriends, or even first wife for that matter, the latter only wearing basic high waist, white “Hanes” briefs. It was at the end of that marriage where I found myself in yahoo chat rooms and fell under the direction of an online Mistress who demanded that if I was to “be under her”, I had to be in panties and bra daily. Although I had a new female partner at the time, who was quite vanilla from a kink perspective, the online dominant was adamant that I had to wear my own lingerie. I have been in panties 24/7 for over 6 years and have been wearing a bra for over 3 years. I am not bi, not gay, and my current wife know of some of the panties, but doubtful the extent. I have purged the collection about 3 times now. About a year ago I was going to purge, but instead, bagged it all up and waited. Yes, within about 2 days, I was back to my 24/7 routine: chastity, panties and bra every day. i keep saying the day will come when I stop, but it has not yet. Think it will be when my kids find out. sigh. Oh, for the record, I hate men’s underwear, unless it is pouch based, either brief, bikini or thong.
For me, I was about 9-11 years old. We all had chores to do prior to leaving for school. One morning, it was my job to bring in all the clothes off the clothes line. It was the first time I had ever touched nylon panties. Mom and both sisters (one older/one younger) all wore nylon panties. Just like Steve, I was fascinated with their laundry. Once I got the laundry into the house and alone, (just like another member had stated) I also found my self rubbing their nylon panties in my face. All day in school, all I could think of was my short experience in touching their panties. With in a day or so, I found myself investigating their panties from the clothes hamper. Oh my gosh, I was in heaven!! Just like before, I found myself rubbing their panties in my face. Only this time, I was also rubbing them “elsewhere” as well. That whole week in school was tough with their panties on my mind. At first, I would take their panties to bed with me but that was difficult while sharing a room with an older brother. So I would go into the restroom, retrieve a pair of panties from the clothes hamper and wear them to school. Back then, women’s /girls nylon panties had a double layer of nylon in the crotch. No cotton lining like they do now day’s. At that age, having very little pubic hair, their all nylon crotch had a very strong effect on me. During my teens, one of my sisters started wearing them nylon Day’s of The Week panties. To this very day, I still have her cherrry red nylon panties with the word FRIDAY in black lettering. Of course, not being as slim as I was back then, it is rather difficult to slip them on now day’s. I can honestly say, that if women’s/girls panties had been made in cotton only, I would have NEVER been attracted to them. Nothing against cotton but why would I want them seeing as how being youngsters, we were brought up having to wear tightiy-whites? Looking back, I can see how it may have been wrong to wear their panties from the clothes hamper to school but the feeling of my hairless “privates” rubbing on their nylon crotch, it reminded me that I was wearing their panties and not on school matters. I am sure I am not alone when it came to doing some of these things. I wear nylon panties 24/7 and I always “remove” the cotton lining prior to wearing them. With X-D, I never have to worry about the crotch being too narrow. Nothing worse than having your privates spilling out on the sides.
Although I occasionally wore my mother’s silk panties in grade school, it was not until I got married after college that I really got hooked on lingerie. I inexplicably felt a very strong urge and desire to try on my wife’s sexy Vanity Fair nylon panties. Instantly I felt a rush of Adrenalin and fell in love with how the nylon felt on me. I was hooked for life. It was a very sensual experience that I never forgot,.
I got started when my girlfriend left a pair of her panties behind one morning. She left for work and I saw them on the floor and immediately tried them on. Green satin panties with the frilly little bow in front. After 20 years, I can still feel the rush I felt pulling them on for the first time! I took them off and went to work but kept thinking about them. I rushed home for lunch and tried them on again but this time kept them on while I went to work. I cannot explain how turned on I was all afternoon knowing I was wearing women’s panties while my co-worker’s had no clue! I dabbled with VS panties for years and liked their selection but sometimes the fit was more for the woman’s body than it was for a man’s but I couldn’t fault them for that. I love the styles they offer, even to this day and I still shop there from time to time. XDress has a better fit since it is designed for men. My only complaint is that the inventory runs out too quick on may of their styles. But I love the site and the selection. The Satin Hipsters are my new favorite followed closely by the Satin/Lace Brazil Panties!
My first experience wearing panties was pretty typical. I was 13, home alone, and was finishing some laundry my mom had left. I was folding laundry when I saw a pair of shiny blue VS satin panties. They were fresh from the dryer, so I decided to strip down and try them on right then and there. The warm satin felt amazing on my bottom, and I was hooked. I would sneak into my parents room once a month and steel a pair of my moms panties. For a while I would only wear them around the house when I was alone. I would strut around the house in just panties. It was amazing. It wasn’t till I moved out a few years later that I started buying my own panties. Now I wear them everyday. I have no men’s underwear anymore.