My sub Juli's story on how she got started

I was about 9 years old when I was first attracted to women's clothes. The softness and
the pretty lace of the slips that the models in my mother's magazines wore seemed so
delightful to me, but there was always that element of being forbidden to boys. Soon after
these awakenings I was at home one day from school when two of my mother's friends came
for a visit and a chat. As I played on the floor with my toys, I could see the lacy hems
of what I knew from the magazines to be slips. When they crossed their legs, the
whispering of their nylons was like electricity, and occasionally I could see the shiny
material above the lacy hems.

From that moment on, I knew that i had to touch these articles of women's underwear, but
for a long time I lacked the courage. Then one day, three years later I was alone at
home with my mother out shopping, and I was drawn inexorably to her bedroom; the
forbidden palace. After a brief search I found a slip hanging in the closet; it was in
heavy ivory nylon, with embroidery on the bust and exquisite lace at the hem. The first
touch of the cool slippery nylon sent my senses into overdrive, and i buried my face in
the wonderful silky material.

Unexpectedly, I felt a tingling in my little cock, and i immediately associated slips
with pleasure, even if I was still unaware of the sexual connection. Tentatively, I
took the slip from the hanger and tried to figure out how I could wear it like a woman.
I quickly realized that the straps were supposed to go on my shoulders, and I held the
slip over my head, letting the material cascade down over my body, pushing my arms
through the straps, and feeling the lace hem settle around my legs. I was totally
frozen and compelled to admire myself in the full length mirror, twirling and lifting
the slip hem as I did.

Almost immediately, the feelings of guilt kicked in and I told myself that this was not
what I was supposed to enjoy, but the tingling in my little cock grew more intense. I was
lost. I knew that this was just the beginning, and I had to feel more of these delicious
garments on my body. For that first day, however, I knew that I had to get out of my
mother's bedroom before she returned.

Over time of course I added bras, panties, girdles and stockings to the things that I
"borrowed" when my mother was out, until one day I was fully dressed and admiring myself
in the mirror, teasing myself with peeks at my lacy slip hems, all the time being more
and more sexual with my reactions to being dressed. As the feelings grew stronger, I
became bolder, wearing my mother's panties and slips under my male clothes on weekends,
yearning to be able to dress completely like "all the other girls" whenever I wanted.

Each dressing session was now accompanied by intense masturbation, and I spent a lot of
time window shopping in stores where lingerie was on display, dreaming of the day that I
would finally be able to buy something for myself. That day would not come for a while.
Being a student forced me to "conform" to the accepted norm of late nights drinking and
carousing and trying to seduce girls. This, of course, was never going to work since all I
wanted was to "be" a girl.

There followed a long period when it was not possible for me to dress, due to work and
family commitments. When I started traveling for my work, the urges cam back very quickly
and I dressed as much as i could whenever i could on the road. The arrival of the Internet
opened up a cornucopia of contacts with others who felt the same way I did (for the
longest time I thought that I was the only one in the world). This led to actual meets
with others; the most memorable was a weekend in the south of UK where everyone was
dressed as a bride for an entire weekend.