Well, I started when I was 5 yrs old or so getting into my moms and sisters stuff. Got caught numerous times by both all they way into my teens. The most memorable was a friend of mine in Junior High School. His mom was divorced and worked as a nurse at night. This was when nurses still wore the white uniform. I used to go over to his house after school everyday. Why everyday? His mon would be getting ready for work and walked around the house wearing nothing but a bra, panties and a white full slip. I was 13 at the time. She had no problems with doing this. My buddy did not think anything if it. She had been doing it for as long as he could remember. So, I would go ver even when he was not there. She would tell me to come in and keep her company while she got ready for work. We talked about anything and everything. One day while she was in the bathroom putting on her make-up, I niticed a pile of clothes on the floor in the laundry room. JACKPOT!!! Panties, bras and full slips galore!!! I felt the material...rubbed it on my face, oh so nice!! As I was standing there holding a full slip up to me, she said that I would look cute in it. Oh crap, busted. I was soo scared and embarrased. I could have just died right then and there. She told me I could try on anything I wanted and it would be our secret. I stammered about having homework or something and left. It about a week before I had enough nerve to go back. I did go back when my buddy was not there. He never mentioned anything about what had happened prior so I was pretty sure she did not say anything. Once back, she asked me if I ever wore anything femme, I said yes, my moms stuff. We talked quite a bit about it. She told me if I wanted to wear any of her stuff, just feel free to. She did not mind. I did end up trying on her stuff...evertime I went over there. I spent more time there when my bud was at his grandparents then when he was there. I became very comfortable wearing lingerie in front of her. Nothing sexual ever happened. Nothing even close. But I never thought about it at the time. I just knew it felt right wearing the lingerie. She ended up the following year getting a day shift at a hospital farther away and they ended up moving. She did however give me my first pair of panties, bra and fullslip. I think of those days now and then and what I would have done differantly if anything. Her name was Karyn and that's how I got my femme name and how I became comfortable in the fact that I am who and what I am.