I was twelve, my aunt caught me in a pair of her panties, and she watched me. She took me into her bedroom and put a bra, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings on me. She told me how pretty I looked and that she would dress me every time we were alone. We talked about the silky feeling women’s clothes gave us. My aunt loved me wearing her clothes, and I loved wearing them. I still love wearing women’s' clothes, and my wife loves the way I look in them.
-Nathaniel, 52
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