When I was a younger teenager, home alone after school each day and hormones raging, and no internet at that time, I would scour our house for anything sex-related. Women's catalogs with underwear models were my first exposure to women in what one could consider sexual clothing, so that was probably a big imprint for me. With that fixed in my mind, that place to go to next was my mom's closet, and while hardly anything fit (and I most likely stretched out a couple of her wardrobe items!) I was hooked.
I remember going to K-mart and buying a package of thigh-high stockings for myself and the cashier didn't say anything but I blurted out "It's for my sister!" (I have no sister btw). Oh the memories of my silly teenage self...
