" I understand. Part of me wishes that Ted would've been mine. The turd that did it ... well, neither of us could tell the difference between foreplay...and a bottle of cheap wine and as soon as I got my panties off and he got his pants down, he shoved it in. Hurt like hell and I walked funny for a week. He never got to touch me again. It still hurt to do it until I found out about foreplay and lubrication. I wish somebody'd told me what I'm telling you." I KNOW about getting wet. That's. " I'm just me," I said. "Nobody even gave me a second look until you came along. Now we're here with my sisters and they're all cute and smart. And I..." Baby," he said, "don't even imagine. Why would I even consider. Yes, you have a bunch of cuties, but each of them is a friend and the mate of a friend, and you're my everything. If I lost you, I'd give up and die." Don't die. I need you for the rest of my life," I said. I stood up beside the bed, stretched, ran my hands down my sides, then up. I could feel the blood rushing thru mycheeks. I stuck my first little foot in and pulled the silky pantyhose upmy leg. Then I quickly inserted my other leg and stood up to work bothlegs up past my thighs. I was shaking like crazy and my stomach hadbutterflies. I pulled the hose up past my waste and snapped the elasticband. I could not believe what I had just done. I was shaking so bad andbreathing heavy. The feeling was electrifying. I felt a feelingthroughout my body that I had never felt. When I was about 13 was the first time I completely dressed up. I tookone look in the mirror and knew that I wanted to dress like this forever.As the months passed by I would wear my sister's clothes as much as Icould. I loved how I looked and felt in them. I wasn't very masculine andhad a soft, small body for a boy so the clothes looked great on me. I sowanted to show people how good I looked but knew that it would beimpossible to do so. One night, my best friend was sleeping over my house. We.