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From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
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Subject: New TG: Hampered Dressing by Lisa Marie Kelly (1/1)
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Hi.
The discovery of female clothing by a small boy.
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Hampered Dressing
by Lisa Marie Kelly
I was one of four children in our house. My two older sisters were very
close to me in age, and my younger sister was born just after I turned
three. When my baby sister was still a baby, I remember how sweet she
looked in her frilly dresses and rhumba panty covered botttom. Sometimes
when my mother was changing my baby sister, she would ask me to help her by
putting the dirty clothes in the hamper. This was when I first began to
feel the ruffles of the panty covers. I really did not think much about
this since she was just a baby, and I figured this was just the way babies
in diapers were kept dry until they grew up.
As a boy in a house of girls, I was not allowed to physically hurt my older
sisters, no matter what they did. This was unfair, especially since my
older sister was bigger and stronger than me at that time. But that was
what I had to do and so I obeyed. I stayed away from them whenever I could
to avoid problems. But,I was allowed to spend a lot of time with my baby
sister, who liked the attention I gave her, and my mom was happy for the
help, so she could do other things
Sometime I just could not avoid my older sisters, like when we got dressed
up for special occasions - holidays and visits to our grandparents. I was
given clothes that looked like my dad, and sometimes I really didn't like
that, since my dad was hardly ever around, and suits looked really stupid on
me. My sisters were not dressed like my mom, but wore frilly dresses, often
with filmy satin tops and wide skirt bottoms, and I noticed that they wore
nylon rhumba panties like my baby sister, with petticoats under the dresses.
My mother spent a lot of time helping them with their clothes. I didn't
need any help, and I got dressed in my room all by myself, like a big boy of
five.
Little by little I noticed my sisters dressed, especially the full
petticoats, with the camisole top with satin across the chest and lingerie
straps across the shoulders, and tiers of hard organza awith delicate lace
overly on the attached skirt. I also saw how much people commented about
them, you know, how pretty and charming and sweet. I was alway well
behaved, otherwise my misbehavior was exposed to my relatives at the holiday
visits. So I just went along with the show and watched how it was played.
At home, I kept to myself and played with my baby sister and helped my mom.
I would put clothing in the hamper, and saw my older sisters panties and
full petticoats there next to my plain pants and white cotton shirts. On
day, I touched a pair of yellow ruffled panties when I was putting my
clothes in the hamper, and felt the smooth satin of the front of the panty.
Just for curiosity, I picked them up and ran my hand over the ruffles on the
back of the panty, and rubbed the silky fabric in my hand between my thumb
and fingers. It was very smooth and rustled when I rubbed across the
ruffled back side. The panties felt nice, really smooth, and I then put
them back in the hamper with the other clothes.
Next to the panties, under a pajama top, was one of the full petticoats. I
lifted the petticoat up in front of me and held it by the straps. The
bodice was smooth satin white and there was a line of small lace across the
curved neckline. The tiered bottom had multiple small layers of stiff yet
silky fabric, and each layer had a thin wispy film of white fabric over it,
with a lace hem at the bottom edge. It looked like layers of clouds with
lace hems falling out of the sky. Just out of wonder, I pulled the yellow
panties back out, and took off my briefs. I slid the panties up my legs and
setlled them around my waist. The panty arched over my hio, and the ruffled
back hugged my backside tightly. The fabric was silky smooth against my
tummy and was tight around my waist with a little elastic band much narrower
than my own briefs. Then I lifted the petticoat up over my head as I had
seen my mother do my sisters, and slid the petticoat over my arms and head.
The first time I did this the petticoat covered me like a bag. Then, I
discovered how to slid my arms up inside and get the straps to fit over my
shoulders. I snuggled inside the satin top and smoothed the bottom skirt
over my hips and legs.
I stood up to see myself in the bathroom vanity mirror, and carressed my
satin covered chest and ruffled the stiff bottom skirt of the petticoat.
Then I lifted up the lace lined skirt to see the panties. I turned around
to see the back side of panty ruffles under the petticoat. I thought I
looked as pretty as my sisters, but I heard some footsteps and quickly
slipped the petticoat off my shoulders and the panties down my legs and put
them in the hamper, and put on my clothes.
One day, I was home from first grade before anyone else. I grabbed a snack
and went to my room to begin homework. I remembered the panties and
petticoat from the week before, and went to the bathroom and opened the
hamper, just to see what was there. Right on top was a shiny white panty,
not quite a bikini, but close. It was so smooth it just about slid out of
my hands. I temoved my pants and briefs and put these new panties on. Wow,
they were tighter and silkier then the yellow ruffled panties, and I
wondered how I missed them last week. I got another white petticoat out and
gingerly slipped the bodice over my head and down onto my shoulders. Then,
I decided to get a better look at myself in my own bedroom mirror. In
better light, the petticoat hugged my smooth chest and my nipples showed
through the satiny top. The skirt was full around me with lace, and when I
lifted the skirt I gasped at how pretty I looked in the shiny white panties.
I was feeling the line of the panty openings around my hips, and smoothing
the panty over my tummy, when I felt my penis getting stiff inside the
delicious panties. I remembered that I felt this before, when I woke up
early one morning face down on my bed with my hands between my legs. Now,
all dressed in panty and petticoat, I laid down on my bed with my hands
between my legs holding myself through the tiered skirt and shiny satin
panty. Instinctively, I began to move my hips inside the petticoat, and I
felt harder. It also felt good. I kept on rubbing against the clothing.
The ruffled petticoat made a light rustling sound. The straps of the satin
bodice pulled over my shoulders, and the fabric clung to my chest and then
came loose as I moved inside the panty and skirt. My breathing became
heavier and my movements more intense. I lost track of everything else, and
was engulfed in the stiff ruffled petticoat around my body and the satin
panties tightly yet gently covering my tummy and butt. I was beginning to
feel a tingling deep inside of me, and it kind of rumbled as it kept going.
Then all of a sudden a spasm that took my breath away. Another spasm and
another followed and I lost count- it felt so good, like waking up and being
part asleep and part awake.
When I regained my senses, I felt a warm wetness in the front of my panties.
I stood up and lifted my skirt to see that I had wet the panties with
something very thick, milky white and incredibly smooth. Then I knew- this
was sexual orgasm. And I did it myself, with the help of silky panties and
a full, satin bodice petticioat. I cleaned the panty, and then laid on the
bed in a curled position, almost falling asleep in my pretty clothes. Since
then, I dressed up whenever I could, and as my older sisters grew into bras
and slips and camies and teddys, so did I. There are many other thrills
along the way, and this was just the beginning.
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