Lara Smith
04-13-2008, 01:31 AM
Lara’s (complete) Introduction
I began dressing when I was too young to know what I was doing, and I was young enough that I was not yet in kindergarten. For some unexplainable reason I opened a closet door in the hallway of the apartment we lived in, and there in a fabric puddle on the floor were a pair of nylon panties. Why I put them on I will never know. To this day I can’t figure out why I did that. But I did. And in an instant I was forever changed and felt a sensation I had never experienced before, and have never been able to get enough of. That moment was also the awakening of my sexuality, although I had no idea what I was feeling, but I experienced my first orgasm that day. I don’t remember anything else about that period and the years after as it relates to that incident, but I keenly remember that moment.
I do remember somewhere around the fourth or fifth grade, snatching a couple pair of nylon panties from a neighbor’s clothesline and becoming truly addicted to wearing, and looking at them every chance I got. I had an otherwise completely normal childhood and adolescent life, but as a teenager I remember how every girl I had a relationship with that was even remotely intimate, wore silky nylon panties and I was in heaven. I loved girls, and I loved touching them in their panties, and many of them just wanted to kind of trib with their panties on, all of which only served to re-enforce my attachment. When that was what my girlfriends wanted, I was more than happy to oblige because I loved it. As a bonus, I didn’t need to wear a prophylactic and they weren’t ever gonna' call me and say, “Guess what?”
Somewhere around the time I was a freshman in high school though, another event occurred. I was lying in my bed one night touching myself through a pair of panties when suddenly I was overwhelmed by the feeling that I was a girl, and fantasizing about a girl, also in just her panties, laying on me, seducing me and rubbing her pantied self on me. I had no real knowledge at that time of homosexuality, especially between females, but I distinctly remember a longing and deep seated need for that kind of contact flooding though me. I have no idea where that came from. I’d never even seen any images of girls making love to one another, and as I say, had never been exposed to it in any way that I know of or can remember. But I figured out shortly thereafter why I loved panties so much. Because they made me feel like a girl, and I LOVED feeling like a girl. I liked girls so much I wanted to be one, and I wanted to be one so I could make love to girls as a girl. And all I needed was to slip into a pair of silky, nylon panties, and I was instantly transported into girlness!
My dressing until my early thirties didn’t get beyond panties, until one day I just had to know what it felt like to be fully dressed. Now married, I bought a skirt and slip and blouse, bra and nylons, a pair of heels and an A-line skirt through a Spiegel catalog. I was self-employed, my wife was working in an office, and the day I got to put everything on…Oh my God did it feel good! Walking in heels and feeling my skirt move across my pantied bottom as I walked in those high heels (which I felt like I’d been wearing all my life), and feeling completely like a girl…sent me into Nirvana and I didn’t want to ever, EVER take my girl things off again.
Not only was it the sexiest thing I had felt short of orgasm, but I was so changed, and I felt so….correct!
So the answer to the question, are you a CD, TG, etc., is….I have a lesbian heart! When I am dressed, I am a girl. I’m only interested in girls. As my other self, I only like girls.
Either way, girls are what I want! Boy or girl, I like girls. If I had my druthers, I’d be a beautiful, wealthy, very fem lesbian that was looking for fem girls.
Now there were a number of other things that happened during my teenage years that were kind of a precursor to what was to come, but this is of course the short version.
But the question you have to ask is….why should a little bit of fabric, i.e.: panties… (Or any other fem garment) do anything at all? Its just fabric sewn a certain way. Nothing more, nothing less. Why should they have any kind of affect on anyone at all? But they do! And they have a huge affect! For hundreds of thousands of men…and women! That my friends, is the real mystery.
Your turn!
I began dressing when I was too young to know what I was doing, and I was young enough that I was not yet in kindergarten. For some unexplainable reason I opened a closet door in the hallway of the apartment we lived in, and there in a fabric puddle on the floor were a pair of nylon panties. Why I put them on I will never know. To this day I can’t figure out why I did that. But I did. And in an instant I was forever changed and felt a sensation I had never experienced before, and have never been able to get enough of. That moment was also the awakening of my sexuality, although I had no idea what I was feeling, but I experienced my first orgasm that day. I don’t remember anything else about that period and the years after as it relates to that incident, but I keenly remember that moment.
I do remember somewhere around the fourth or fifth grade, snatching a couple pair of nylon panties from a neighbor’s clothesline and becoming truly addicted to wearing, and looking at them every chance I got. I had an otherwise completely normal childhood and adolescent life, but as a teenager I remember how every girl I had a relationship with that was even remotely intimate, wore silky nylon panties and I was in heaven. I loved girls, and I loved touching them in their panties, and many of them just wanted to kind of trib with their panties on, all of which only served to re-enforce my attachment. When that was what my girlfriends wanted, I was more than happy to oblige because I loved it. As a bonus, I didn’t need to wear a prophylactic and they weren’t ever gonna' call me and say, “Guess what?”
Somewhere around the time I was a freshman in high school though, another event occurred. I was lying in my bed one night touching myself through a pair of panties when suddenly I was overwhelmed by the feeling that I was a girl, and fantasizing about a girl, also in just her panties, laying on me, seducing me and rubbing her pantied self on me. I had no real knowledge at that time of homosexuality, especially between females, but I distinctly remember a longing and deep seated need for that kind of contact flooding though me. I have no idea where that came from. I’d never even seen any images of girls making love to one another, and as I say, had never been exposed to it in any way that I know of or can remember. But I figured out shortly thereafter why I loved panties so much. Because they made me feel like a girl, and I LOVED feeling like a girl. I liked girls so much I wanted to be one, and I wanted to be one so I could make love to girls as a girl. And all I needed was to slip into a pair of silky, nylon panties, and I was instantly transported into girlness!
My dressing until my early thirties didn’t get beyond panties, until one day I just had to know what it felt like to be fully dressed. Now married, I bought a skirt and slip and blouse, bra and nylons, a pair of heels and an A-line skirt through a Spiegel catalog. I was self-employed, my wife was working in an office, and the day I got to put everything on…Oh my God did it feel good! Walking in heels and feeling my skirt move across my pantied bottom as I walked in those high heels (which I felt like I’d been wearing all my life), and feeling completely like a girl…sent me into Nirvana and I didn’t want to ever, EVER take my girl things off again.
Not only was it the sexiest thing I had felt short of orgasm, but I was so changed, and I felt so….correct!
So the answer to the question, are you a CD, TG, etc., is….I have a lesbian heart! When I am dressed, I am a girl. I’m only interested in girls. As my other self, I only like girls.
Either way, girls are what I want! Boy or girl, I like girls. If I had my druthers, I’d be a beautiful, wealthy, very fem lesbian that was looking for fem girls.
Now there were a number of other things that happened during my teenage years that were kind of a precursor to what was to come, but this is of course the short version.
But the question you have to ask is….why should a little bit of fabric, i.e.: panties… (Or any other fem garment) do anything at all? Its just fabric sewn a certain way. Nothing more, nothing less. Why should they have any kind of affect on anyone at all? But they do! And they have a huge affect! For hundreds of thousands of men…and women! That my friends, is the real mystery.
Your turn!