My discovery of the pleasantries of feminine briefs began when I was around about eight or nine. It is still clear in my memory. I turned up for Gym without my school supplied Green knitted cotton gym shorts, wearing school trousers. Someone had removed my gym shorts from my locker. I was told I could not do Gym in my trousers and was given a pair of the school‘s regulation Green Gym Knickers (cheerleader like panties). Boys and girls shared all classes except Gym. I had no choice but change into them. They felt snug and very different than the boy’s baggy knitted cotton undershorts or Gym shorts (this was before “tighty whities” came on the scene). After the humiliation I was told to take them home and have them washed and then return them to the Lady Gym teacher as soon as possible. Later that day my Gym shorts mysteriously were back in the locker (there were no locks) the lockers were stacks of small wire cages that would hold plimsoles (sneakers), shorts and a towel. I took them home wore them once again and then washed them using the liquid (Woolite) that I had seen my mother use. I had no plans to tell anyone.
After they were washed and dried I wore them again and found them even snugger, softer and even pleasanter against the skin. I then returned them to school. I had the sense they were new and not previously worn. For several Gym classes afterwards I was, in front of the class, reminded: “I see our sissy has not forgotten his Gym shorts today”. This was one of my many classroom humiliations at this school.
The feel and fit of those briefs was just too pleasant to ignore and prompted me to experiment. I tied on various briefs of my mothers some of which fitted and some of which were too tight or too lose. She had a wide variety of styles and fabrics. I realized I had to be very careful that they did not get snagged or marred in any way. I decide that I needed a different approach and needed my own.
That was the beginning of my secretly wearing panties. I had concluded that girl’s briefs fitted better, were more comfortable and were much nicer against the skin and private parts. To have this pleasure again I took money from my money box and purchased a pair in very soft cotton (made by Cherub) and another in a very girly style made of some sort of silky satiny fabric (this was before nylon was commonly employed in clothes in Britain).
As my mother was at work and not home much before 6:30 weekdays I used to come home from school and wear a pair of briefs under my trousers around the house making sure to be out of them by the time it came around for my nightly wash.
I have been hooked ever since. I have a wonderful wife who I have been married to for a very long time. The one and only marriage it was not until only recent years did not know my secret. Finally she knows and has some understanding and comprehension of the torment I have endured fearing her rejection should she discover my secret. She now knows allows how it began and is aware that I am not unique allowing me to wear conservative panties, nothing sissy or too feminine.
After they were washed and dried I wore them again and found them even snugger, softer and even pleasanter against the skin. I then returned them to school. I had the sense they were new and not previously worn. For several Gym classes afterwards I was, in front of the class, reminded: “I see our sissy has not forgotten his Gym shorts today”. This was one of my many classroom humiliations at this school.
The feel and fit of those briefs was just too pleasant to ignore and prompted me to experiment. I tied on various briefs of my mothers some of which fitted and some of which were too tight or too lose. She had a wide variety of styles and fabrics. I realized I had to be very careful that they did not get snagged or marred in any way. I decide that I needed a different approach and needed my own.
That was the beginning of my secretly wearing panties. I had concluded that girl’s briefs fitted better, were more comfortable and were much nicer against the skin and private parts. To have this pleasure again I took money from my money box and purchased a pair in very soft cotton (made by Cherub) and another in a very girly style made of some sort of silky satiny fabric (this was before nylon was commonly employed in clothes in Britain).
As my mother was at work and not home much before 6:30 weekdays I used to come home from school and wear a pair of briefs under my trousers around the house making sure to be out of them by the time it came around for my nightly wash.
I have been hooked ever since. I have a wonderful wife who I have been married to for a very long time. The one and only marriage it was not until only recent years did not know my secret. Finally she knows and has some understanding and comprehension of the torment I have endured fearing her rejection should she discover my secret. She now knows allows how it began and is aware that I am not unique allowing me to wear conservative panties, nothing sissy or too feminine.
