"Is it time?" More than time.. now go!" Kendra says, almost pushing me out the door.A few teetering steps and I'm there.. and Miss Caroline is waiting... I'm notentirely surprised to see her in an outfit that almost mirrors my own. Palecream dress, boots, gloves and make up, though I bet she's not wearingsluts panties... and a big smile as she sees me."Angel!" she says stepping forwards, arms outstretched. "You look as lovelyas I'd hoped." Thank you Miss Caroline," I reply with a nervous smile. The next night they had planned to go shopping, i encouraged my hubby to take his mom to dinner also and just make a night of it. He said he felt bad to leave me alone with the baby but i convinced him. I figured I had a solid 2.5 hours before I would have to worry about any interference at all. they left at 6:00 and immediately got my son a bottle and fed him, and rocked him to sleep. I left him in his bassinet, grabbed the baby monitor and went straight through the laundry room to knock on. ”I sat across from him and looked down, “Like I wanted this?” I sighed heavily, “It gets worse. Both had their phones out and I’m fairly certain there are several pictures of me completely naked winging their way through cyberspace.”“Oh fuck. After the incident last year the school board is going to flip! How could you let this happen?”“What should I have done? Taken their phones? I couldn’t do that without exposing myself to them again.” I leaned back in the chair and started rubbing the. How right they felt.Because I started to wear women's underwear at such an early age, theywere irrevocably a part of my sexual awakening. When I was young, Imasturbated a lot while wearing my mother's underwear. It soon wasn'tjust panties. I tried a bra, and that became an essential part of who Iwanted to be. I didn't understand my desires; only knew how comfortable Ifelt, how happy, when I was wearing women's clothing. Was it anaddiction? A compulsion? I don't know.I guess I didn't have other.