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Many of the crossdressing life stories I’ve read on Lush have similar beginnings. The early adolescence, the mother’s or sister’s clothes, the masturbation! It’s fifty years since my first urge to dress in feminine garments, and ever since then, it has been an integral part of my colourful life.I remember the day fairly vividly. I was settling down in our bathroom, to do what EVERY adolescent does at that age. Escort ankara Wank! My inspiration back in those days were my mum’s pals, her sister, and a couple of the neighbour’s daughters. Dad was at work, and mum had taken my little sister to dance class, and I was alone.As I started with my self-gratification, I couldn’t help but notice my sister’s colourful mini-dress, dumped Balgat escort on top of the wicker laundry basket. It was green, with red and yellow, horizontal stripes. (I can see it now!) Lying on top of the dress were her tan tights, with her not so white panties still inside. I even remember the white three quarter length socks that were still attached to the legs of her tights, Batıkent escort bayan and it was apparent that she’d removed her clothing from the waist down, in a oner.To this day, I have absolutely no idea why I had a sudden urge to put on my little sister’s clothes. I had no desire to be a female… still don’t! Fuck! I’d French-kissed a girl before my teens, and my only mission in life was to produce cum and lose my virginity to one of the girls in my class.Although my sis was three years my junior, she was tall for her age, but with no hint yet of her having to wear a bra. I got out of my clothes and put on her dress. My hard-on was spoiling the image. Her pants and tights sorted that problem.
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