I was six or seven the first time I secretly donned my mother's panties, nylons and slips. I had a physical response before I even knew what a physical response was.
All I know from those first few times was that I really enjoyed the feeling of femininity for reasons that still confound me to this day.
Flash forward six decades or so and now I can indulge myself freely and unreservedly. While raising my son as a single father, my dressing generally consisted of a secret pantie stash that I would wear to bed and not much beyond that. What little dressing I was able to do consisted of stolen moments here and there. It wasn't ideal but it was better than nothing.
Now that my son has grown and I am happily an empty nester, there is nothing holding me back and I am making up for lost time. I have an extensive wardrobe of bras, panties, slips, nylons, wigs, jewellery, makeup, dresses etc. I am generally 100% feminine while at home and I couldn't be happier to finally be able to explore my femininity without reservation. I have literally waited for this moment my entire life.
