I Am Man Who Likes to War Bras and Panties
I went through some old boxes the other day. Just moving stuff around and this box almost fell on my head. Glad it was light and when I looked through it my day that had been going all wrong suddenly looking pretty right.
I opened the box and it in were some bras and panties and other frilly girly things that I used to wear. Why they were in a box I’m not sure but there they were and the memories they brought made me glad .
My mother put me in bras and panties way back when. She was the first to feminize me. She bought me dresses and stockings, slips and blouses. She took me shopping at her favorite ladies store.
When the boys at school started to butt fuck me and make me suck cock they thought it be a great idea to make me wear panties and a bra under my clothes. They thought it’d add to the show but for me it let me wear what I loved and what got me nice and hard.
As I went into the work force I always wore panties but I got bold one day as I wore a bra under my shirt to a job interview. I knew why the interviewer kept stifling a grin, must have just known that I was wearing something most men don’t wear and if they do they don’t wear it on a job interview.
She offered me the job and of course I said yes. She read me all the rules about every conceivable thing. She got up and closed the door. She said “no sexual encounters on company premises, not in the bathrooms nor in empty offices.” She said “can I ask you something” and I said “sure.” She said “do you have a bra on” I told her yes and I opened my shirt. She opened her shirt and we compared styles. She said I had good tastes. She told me she was going to like me. I smiled and said I was glad.
Great job. Great lady. Became a sweet girlfriend of mine. Kept in touch for years after I had moved on from that job. It was that bra I wore then that I found all these years on. Good memories....
I opened the box and it in were some bras and panties and other frilly girly things that I used to wear. Why they were in a box I’m not sure but there they were and the memories they brought made me glad .
My mother put me in bras and panties way back when. She was the first to feminize me. She bought me dresses and stockings, slips and blouses. She took me shopping at her favorite ladies store.
When the boys at school started to butt fuck me and make me suck cock they thought it be a great idea to make me wear panties and a bra under my clothes. They thought it’d add to the show but for me it let me wear what I loved and what got me nice and hard.
As I went into the work force I always wore panties but I got bold one day as I wore a bra under my shirt to a job interview. I knew why the interviewer kept stifling a grin, must have just known that I was wearing something most men don’t wear and if they do they don’t wear it on a job interview.
She offered me the job and of course I said yes. She read me all the rules about every conceivable thing. She got up and closed the door. She said “no sexual encounters on company premises, not in the bathrooms nor in empty offices.” She said “can I ask you something” and I said “sure.” She said “do you have a bra on” I told her yes and I opened my shirt. She opened her shirt and we compared styles. She said I had good tastes. She told me she was going to like me. I smiled and said I was glad.
Great job. Great lady. Became a sweet girlfriend of mine. Kept in touch for years after I had moved on from that job. It was that bra I wore then that I found all these years on. Good memories....
