" We're gonna have fitting problems with that, she said. But we'll fix that later." She pulled a silky camisole over my head. She lipsticked my mouth ...eavily, painted my finger and toenails deep red to match my mouth and made up my eyes like a $2 hooker. Then she gave me a white blouse with the top 3 buttons missing, helped me put on thigh high stockings and heels." These aren't exactly Catholic school issue, but Bill has a THING for stockings and heels," she said from experience. "Hands up!". ..The guy in the cell next to mine was named Freddy he was a really nice black dude kinda short but not too smart fella too but he did something stupid too! Hey shit happens you know nothing you can do but try not to make the same mistake again! We became fast friends and hung out talking and playing cards all day not much else to do sometimes anyway He tells me one day that this young black boy Darrel I think his name was was doing him! I said "Yeah is he good?" "real sweet " he replied. Fast forward about ten years. I’m now twenty-eight years old and married. My wife has no clue about this fetish. Like when I was a boy, I'd wait for my wife to go out and then I try on her panties. I really would get off on this. I loved to feel the material on my skin. I've never told her about this fetish. I’m really not sure what she’d think. I actually ordered clothes from a transvestite website. I now have my own pretty bras and panties. I even bought some dresses and make-up. I love to. Summer, you know," he said conspirationally. "Lot's of people out of town. When school starts back up," he clapped his hands and rubbed them together with glee, "THEN we will have some business!"I grinned. This guy was all right. I worked with people every day, and I'd come to be able to tell a person right off the bat ? if you could joke with them, if they wanted you tell them what was wrong with their hardware in precise terms, or just BS your way out the door. It was a skill that had served.