Wednesday must be "Undies Day" I thought. Lines and lines of men's briefs, mainly Y-Fronts, the occasional hipster, usually of nylon. I even saw a W...lsey Adam brief and a couple of 'Jockey Skants', the skimpiest of nylon bikinis that would hardly contain a man's tackle, even when not aroused. My mind would wander as to what size the cocks and balls were that filled these underwear items pegged there as the train went passed. I tried to put an age on the person that wore them, and what they. Slowly i moved further down expecting to feel her panties but was met with her coarse springy hair of her pussy.I could feel her she had such a tight neat pussy and ran my index finger through her coarse bush down into her slippery cleft.Her body bucked as my hand brushed that most sensitive part of her and was mirrored in eagerness as her movements on my cock intensified.I had to taste that sweet 18yr old pussy so moved my body so i was leaning on my side bent forward and kissed her on the. It wasn't good. It helped me to feel real. Less fake. Less pretending.I could be me then. Before Christmas, I had two weeks of vacation time,mostly from my overtime. And with that, my life began to changeThree years later I moved again. Back in my hometown. As a new person.As for me. No pretending. I transitioned into the woman I always wantedto be. Who I always buried deep inside of me. She was free. I was free.Most people from before weren't part of my life anymore. Only thepeople close to me. After a short pause, he asked if I was wearing any underwear. The realization hit me that it was a trick question since I was wearing both a bra and thong. I looked at him and with shame said that I did. He didnt seem to displeased and told me to lay it out as well then. I was not exactly sure how to take them off, so taking the conservative approach, I took of my panties from under my skirt and undid my bra and took it out under my top. I placed them in the 2 lines of underwear in their place.