When I was young, I was constantly admiring the girls, everything about them. But mostly was interested in their clothes. Where I went to school, all girls had to wear dresses, not the same outfit, but dresses of their choosing. I was a leg admirer. The more leg I saw the more interested I was in them. It was that time when miniskirts were a big thing as well. Once in a while I’d notice the edge of some girls’ panties under her tights or her pantyhose. It put me in a spin, a locked memory of that sight which I recalled later at home while masturbating. Back then the Sears catalog lingerie section was also a ‘porn’ section in my mind. I masturbated a lot while admiring all that delicious lingerie and hosiery. At the same time, I was ‘borrowing’ my sister’s lingerie and hosiery for personal ‘sessions’. What a turn on it was, wearing it as well. I thought for many young years it was just a fetish, but when I was on my own, wearing it was more of a requirement than a need to be turned on. Throughout my youthful years, I tried several times to feel a girl’s nylon legs. I was successful a few times, though only a few thought I was just a pervert. In the 8th grade, the most beautiful girl in my class cornered me and allowed me to feel as much of her body as I wanted to all the while french kissing her. I don’t know why, but it only happened once, and that was for about 20 minutes. I was in awe of her sexy body, I was truly enjoying feeling her nylon legs and finally over her nylon-covered crotch which became moist. I felt her breasts through her sweater and bra. How I wanted it to never end, but also, how I wanted to wear what she had on.
As I got older, the need to be turned on diminished, but my urge to be dressed grew. I wanted to wear girls clothing all the time. It felt right. When I had the chance to get all dolled up and looked at myself in a full length mirror, I knew what I was, what I should be. I wanted to be a gorgeous girl, admired. And I was [past tense]. I invited some guys to meet me and was treated so nice, it only cemented my desire and need. By this time, I had a wardrobe that would put most women to shame. I was on my way.
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