If Only

I think, any feminine lad who finally crosses this intimate boundary is usually shocked at first. They are always surprised how enthusiastically they acted towards pleasing a man, and how physically (and emotionally) thrilling it was to excite a man to completion. For me, it took about 2 seconds after he exploded that I lost control of my own release. That being said, it would be better for the "first-timer" to try to avoid your own release entirely. It takes a few times to lose the embarrassment that overcomes you after your release. Be warned though, it is very difficult not to soil your panties once a man's releases into you.

That’s why sissies love silky see thru blouses!

Such a pretty bra!  Cute caption!

Some of those friends are making plans to do the same for their sons.

I still see her in the mirror. I get old but she never does.

Petticoats are meant to peek out, and Jamie’s certainly will!

kim1girl classic captioned photo - 6/7/21 - Jamie is thrilled to be modeling petticoats for Team Pink! (187)

I wish I had one

of course it would have peeked out. i would have made sure it did. i so wanted the world to know who i was, what i was, and how i wanted all the world to treat me, respect me. i was a girl, and a pretty at that … or i thought i could be if only given the chance. a couple of girls gave me that chance, but behind closed doors, after school, when we played house together with their dolls and the two my mother "sneaked" to me behind daddy's back, and by mom, a little bit when she let me wear my sister's blouses and shorts (but never skirts) to play next door, and when she curled my hair (against my daddy's wishes.) she knew; my sister did too. (btw, it's not that my father was transphobic; it's just that he wasn't around much and didn't have the societal support to adjust or accept; my mother, in the women's fashion and retail industry, was familiar with the occasional "cross-dressing" client from "the establishment" she would arrrange to serve after hours. we never did, however, talk openly as i matured about my true trans nature. pity. i suspect she would have been overjoyed with her "daughter.") (thanks @kimmicurls for such wonderful keys to the doors of my true memories.)

the real me — would not have been confused at all; indeed would have welcomed my then wife to have accepted my not so subtle plea to be "subservient," if not always, sometimes when she did not need me to don the role of "forever protector," "forever alpha male." ... then again, perhaps i never was alpha enough to satisfy her need. oh well, what a quandary, c'est la vie!

my debut ...and it would have been about now, mid to older teens, that i would have known for sure what was to be my gender role in the great pageantry of life. i was a girl, a girl soon to have all the responsibilities of a woman, who sought to attract men because, well, every nerve ending in my body was tingling with excitement at the very thought of a handsome, strong, bright, and secure man would find me alluring, a sexual treat to be savoured again and again. and i was going to be sure i was the 'hottest,' eye-catching, fuckable treat around.

the older and bolder i am, the more i dress my strong feminine part to support younger girls (either in age, spirit or experience) coming out of the confines of their closets, homes and clandestine spaces and into the wild, messy, and wonderful public world shared with all. yes, the desire started early; the absolute necessity came late … but in time to find the perfect dress and matching heels for the occasion. what more should a good girl want?🙋‍♀️

i am happy that i am living as the woman i have wanted to be for ages now, the girl i have known to be me since the distinction between genders became apparent to me ... but the older i get, the more i dream, yearn to start again and come out as the girl i knew myself then: the young teen, my first bra, my first period, my first reciprocated crush and, yes, even, heartbreak. my gang of girls i had, and i was one of them, but always just a wee bit on the fringe because i couldn't admit how much i was not just similar but a sister. ... oh well, daydreams and fantasies are the stuff of insight.