3 The Point of no Return
3 The Point of no Return
So I often returned to my sisters red bloomers, looking back I probably wore them on more occasions than she did. I must have tried the panties, I don't recall, but I certainly wore her baby doll nighty with the frilly lace pants but all this time I knew the next step was the nylon stockings.
Eventually I got up the courage, they were fine denier, reinforced toe but no heel or seam. They were quite fragile unlike the thick denier stretch nylon tights that were soon to supersede them with the arrival of the mini skirt. The chance of laddering them was high so it would foolhardy to try a nearly new pair so I found an already damaged pair which would probably be destined for the bin when my sister's next pay day arrived. They were classic fawn with a 2" 50mm band at the top, don't recall the colour and style of the suspender belt but I instinctively knew to fasten the hooks and eyes over my belly and slide the belt around and position the suspenders symmetrically down the the thighs.
This was it.
I already had the feelings that the underwear gave me, rapid heart beat, dry throat, body hair stood up, flesh alive and that warmth in the groin. May have been ************ but I was still prepuberty, by balls had yet to drop, no pubic hair but I knew this was all been driven by my cock.
I'd seen women put on stockings in films and often seen it done in my own front room. I put the toil seat down and rolled up/down the first stocking into a small band and curled up my toes and slid my foot in, I rotated the garment and located my big toe in the corner, arranged the reinforced toe and pulled it over my foot. The second stocking similarly followed, then I stood up.
Gradually I rolled the first one up, I'd seen it done and new how it was done, in stages, after each lift you go back down the leg and pull out the creases and pull them up a little tighter before you unroll a little bit more.
By the time I got the first one to full thigh I was in a different place, I fastened the front suspender breathing very hard and feeling very light headed. After a deep breath I twisted at the waste as ladies do and attempted to fasten the rear suspender to the reinforced nylon thigh band, to make the connection. I couldn't reach but remembered how the women always bend their knee and go onto their tip toes to do this. My leg was shaking as it was perched on its toes and my hands were shaking so hard it was a struggle to fasten the clip and my head was fit to burst, I started to adjust the lengths of the buckles and my brain exploded. Just realised in recent years this was a huge rush of endorphins, serotonin and adrenalin. Literally ecstatic. Sadly only reach these heights very rarely since crossdressing usually when I'm doing something knew. Pleased to say when I shoot my videos I occasionally get in the zone and get very close.
In my previous blog 2 The Irresistible Urge (?) I said crossdressing was like a Class A d**g in as much as once you experience it you are its mercy and it's impossible to resist the compulsion. If my sister's bloomers were chasing the dragon with stockings and suspenders I was now mainlining.
So I often returned to my sisters red bloomers, looking back I probably wore them on more occasions than she did. I must have tried the panties, I don't recall, but I certainly wore her baby doll nighty with the frilly lace pants but all this time I knew the next step was the nylon stockings.
Eventually I got up the courage, they were fine denier, reinforced toe but no heel or seam. They were quite fragile unlike the thick denier stretch nylon tights that were soon to supersede them with the arrival of the mini skirt. The chance of laddering them was high so it would foolhardy to try a nearly new pair so I found an already damaged pair which would probably be destined for the bin when my sister's next pay day arrived. They were classic fawn with a 2" 50mm band at the top, don't recall the colour and style of the suspender belt but I instinctively knew to fasten the hooks and eyes over my belly and slide the belt around and position the suspenders symmetrically down the the thighs.
This was it.
I already had the feelings that the underwear gave me, rapid heart beat, dry throat, body hair stood up, flesh alive and that warmth in the groin. May have been ************ but I was still prepuberty, by balls had yet to drop, no pubic hair but I knew this was all been driven by my cock.
I'd seen women put on stockings in films and often seen it done in my own front room. I put the toil seat down and rolled up/down the first stocking into a small band and curled up my toes and slid my foot in, I rotated the garment and located my big toe in the corner, arranged the reinforced toe and pulled it over my foot. The second stocking similarly followed, then I stood up.
Gradually I rolled the first one up, I'd seen it done and new how it was done, in stages, after each lift you go back down the leg and pull out the creases and pull them up a little tighter before you unroll a little bit more.
By the time I got the first one to full thigh I was in a different place, I fastened the front suspender breathing very hard and feeling very light headed. After a deep breath I twisted at the waste as ladies do and attempted to fasten the rear suspender to the reinforced nylon thigh band, to make the connection. I couldn't reach but remembered how the women always bend their knee and go onto their tip toes to do this. My leg was shaking as it was perched on its toes and my hands were shaking so hard it was a struggle to fasten the clip and my head was fit to burst, I started to adjust the lengths of the buckles and my brain exploded. Just realised in recent years this was a huge rush of endorphins, serotonin and adrenalin. Literally ecstatic. Sadly only reach these heights very rarely since crossdressing usually when I'm doing something knew. Pleased to say when I shoot my videos I occasionally get in the zone and get very close.
In my previous blog 2 The Irresistible Urge (?) I said crossdressing was like a Class A d**g in as much as once you experience it you are its mercy and it's impossible to resist the compulsion. If my sister's bloomers were chasing the dragon with stockings and suspenders I was now mainlining.
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