I am also a boy, but especially like women's underwear, glimpsing them excited. Seventeen years old, had the first bra, the time when the face is so red, heart beating very hard. Before very much want, but afraid to go. Passing by a lingerie store makes me blush and heat up, and my heart beats fast. I always liked to look around the lingerie stalls, pretending to look at socks, but really just to look at bras. The person who gave me the bra was an older woman, huh~ I went back and put it on and felt so high that I used a towel to fill in my chest. Then I threw it away because I thought it was bad. Then I saw the sexy underwear in the lingerie store, and then again. The first complete set of underwear is a pink bra + purple, I ran alone to the rooftop of the student dormitory building, lying on the ground, take off their clothes, put them on, looking at the blue sky, and then. Then when I was at a table with two girls I liked, I stopped being so obsessed with bras and threw them away.
In fact, in reading junior high school, had contact with underwear. One of my sister's camisole bra in the cupboard is not used, when I took a shower I used it to put on the crotch, the feeling is indescribably wonderful. In my second year of junior high school, I stole a pink one from my mom and wore it when I lived at school. Mom found out later and asked me why. I said I wasn't wearing it. Later mom and dad gave me when also women's style, they said women's style is cheaper than men's style, save money.
When I was in college, I liked to wear a bra again. Often wait for the dormitory students left, insert the door, and then put on the bra, wear, in front of the mirror slowly appreciate themselves. The best is the kind of transparent, hidden. The transparent lace with white flowers was my favorite! I once asked a woman in a lingerie store if she had any transparent private parts. She was very shy, hehe~ After wearing a bra, I felt as if I was a woman with full breasts~~ I actually wanted to have full breasts to touch myself, but I didn't dare to take estrogen because I was afraid that my bulging breasts would be seen by others, and I wanted to maintain the ability of men. Sometimes fantasize a woman to come and take off my silk - stockings and underwear layer by layer, and then use rear - entry - style to take me to bring me into the trembling high - orgasm.
I never wear them after that, I just put them aside after the excitement is over. I never sleep with them on, because I can't sleep with them on, I have to do it again.
I never leave dirt on my underwear, I love them, and I keep them in the closet after I use them. The underwear has a hidden scent, is their own body odor. It's definitely different from the normal smell of sweat. This point is also really strange!
Occasionally, I put on a little T-panty, put on a bustier, underneath of course, and walk out, hit the dinner table or go out on the street. Hopefully the girl across the street knows she's wearing them, that's exciting. But definitely don't want any guy to know, so I never bra in a store with a guy in it. Don't dare go out with a bra on because that would be seen, even in winter.
Gradually, ordinary underwear could not satisfy me. I began to buy online erotic lingerie and silk - socks, the advantage of these things online is that they will not be salesmen to look at you in a different way. Crotch socks and pantyhose feel great, wrapping tightly around your legs and private parts, with the desire to break through. The desire to break out comes to the surface~ I've worn suspenders and stockings, and they feel so high. lingerie feels even wilder. I've also worn bikinis. Seven-point pants are cooler.
Used to walk in the uninhabited wilderness in a rose-patterned long, with a light green bra, and a sexy pink silk nightgown, being blown by the wind, in the midst of the blue sky and the earth, and immensely happy~ and occasionally up and dancing! Of course, when an old man on a bicycle passed by, he was too shy to come. I'm glad no other men saw me and thought I was a woman.
Maybe some people say I'm perverted, but I've never thought of being transgender, much less gay. Fetishism is an attachment to intimate apparel worn by women, which I am not. I just own it and don't steal it. What other people have worn is so gross! In fact, when I was with girls, these habits automatically subsided again. There were too few girls in the college I was attending to get into a relationship, and the habit got worse. But no matter what, I only put on those things when I was alone in the house, and took them off when I got excited. I've never been able to get into a situation where I've interfered with someone else's life because of it.
I'm still, myself, very depressed. If a girl wants to be with me, I'm willing to pretend to be a woman in bed and serve her gently ~ that is, a little more passive, of course, not every day passive. If both are wearing silk - socks rubbing each other ...... lol~
In fact, as long as it does not affect other people, how do you dress yourself and how? It's not like what we wear is hurting anyone! Boldly wear it, O(∩_∩)O~
Wish you happy!