As I got older, I started to realise that there was an unspoken aspectto my actions, and they were beginning to materialise as desires. I lostmy virgi...ity to the girl next door, we had both just turned sixteen andit was one of those easy to forget experiences. I was confused andembarrassed, while she ended up crying, but all the while I was checkingout her body, not in a lustful manner, just out of jealousy. I also, tome, seemed to spend a disproportionate amount of time touching herclothing,. Mary set her collection down in the dust. The day's heat was uncomfortable, but fear of the canyon wall deciding to fall at the next shock of movement kept her from seeking its shade. She gathered an armload of smaller pieces of wood from the woodpile at the side of the shack to make a small fire and drug up a log to sit on. Hot coals put the bean pot to boiling in short order. Humming a nursery tune pulled out of memory, she watched the beans churn through the froth of boiling water. The. The stones were hot on my feet so I quickly took a seat in the closest chair under the shade of the fruit trees next to the fence. The slight breeze felt good on my bare skin as I relaxed in the chair, opened a beer and put the earbuds in. My playlists came up and I picked an upbeat selection of classic rock. I hit shuffle and waited.Hotel California. Perfect.I scrolled through my phone as the music played and the heat of the day slowly dropped away. My mind drifted as I relaxed, stopping to. I asked myselfwhere has the adventurous woman gone I got to know of the first years.We made love everywhere and even introduced me wearing sexy lingerie toour bedroom. Heck, sometimes I was dressed sexier than she was. No, makethat most of the time. I simply love lace and silk, and the lacier andsilkier the better. She prefers cotton underwear if you get what I mean.I am a crossdresser since childhood. I just can'tt help it. I lovebeautiful and sexy clothes but specially underwear, the frillier.