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 Subject: PrincessNinaTV - The early years (part 2)
Author: PrincessNinaTV

   This is a true story written by me.  It contains adult themes and is not
meant for minors to read.  I'm interested in anyone's feedback via e-mail.

   PrincessNinaTV@yahoo.com

   PrincessNinaTV - The Early Years (Part Two) How It Continued

   My previous story (pt.  1) outlined similar behavior that was consistent
with the next 4 years.  I wasn't what one would call "aware" with sexuality
or its early trigger-style or impulsive fulfillments.

   Guess from a person looking to read the "hot spots" in my life this
would be where it began, depending on your perspective.  At 10 years old my
mom and I moved in with a stripper, she hated children (me included).  I
didn't hate her though, she was a minor crush in my childhood, less crush
about her and more about what she owned for clothing.  FYI, for those who
don't know, strippers own enough lingerie to borrow any amount of time. 
Literally, piles of lingerie in all styles.  She'd never notice a pair of
panties or a bra temporarily missing.  For a young crossdresser it's like a
kid in a candy store with unlimited money.  She had stuff in her room, box
upon box.  She had stuff downstairs, box upon box (thank god).  Our
downstairs was a game room, pool table and dart room (all hers btw). 
However I got to chill out down here in full thigh hi nylons, heels, bra,
panties, silk robes down to my knees in sexy styles if I snuck down there
late at night when my mom and her were asleep.  It actually interrupted my
school life.

   This was when I learned about male ejaculation, not just because I had
the most sexy stuff I ever seen or wore on my young body, but because I
found albums and magazines down there of my roommate (the stripper) nude
and doing things such as masturbating, eating pussy while getting fucked in
the pussy, all sorts activity you'd know a stripper has access to at a now
older age.  I remember my first cum, I thought I was going to pee, I had
brought myself close to this feeling before, however I stopped it cause I
though Id pee.  My first time I didn't stop and it become one of the most
worthy moments alone.

   Seeing her day to day and having access to these pictures made it all
that much hotter.  Often I was wearing her panties around her and it made
me hard to know she didn't know.

   This lead to wearing her thigh hi's, panties, bras and nightgowns to
bed. I used to go as far to not wear covers to hide it so if someone walked
in they'd find me in them.  Sure bit me in the ass later in life.

   I remember digging through her room, looking for anything I hadn't seen
before.  Finding her dildos and vibrators.  I secretly massaged my ass with
them.  Almost got caught (not really) while using one.  She called me while
upstairs in my bathroom, full thigh hi nylons, bra, panties around my
ankles, vibrator up my ass.  I jus pulled it out, heart pumping 300x
harder, answered, undressed, hid it all in our darkest spot in the bathroom
storage below the sink.  I was lucky to get it back to her spot before she
saw it was gone (I think, I don't think she knew, I never heard of it).

   This lead to panty sniffing (weird to this day lol, I don't do that
now). I've even licked her panties with dry vaginal liquid on them,
might've been cum, no idea.  To this day, I know cum smell, that wasn't it.
Often I was wearing her used panties before she got home, masturbating on a
tissue on her bed while in her lingerie.  She had her blinds open (more
exhibitionism) but no one could see (more safeguarding), still felt hotter.
I used to be fully dressed in her lingerie and masturbate with her sliding
door open (going to outside) and not have to worry.  I enjoyed masturbating
hard enough to make sound but not be heard.

   --- READ PT3 OF MY LIFE --