03-08-2019, 09:04 PM
I am sitting here at home, alone, my wife gone for a week. So, I get to dress. It is the first time in 6 months. I have a new blue bra, 42C, that I don't quite fill. Garter belt, black stockings and lovely blue sissy panties. I am feeling great, but sad and lonely at the same time. I wish I could share this side of me somehow. But, I am terrified. I am 66. I've been dressing since I was 8 and first tried on my mother's stockings (they were hanging on the bathtub curtain rod drying and felt so good to touch I just had to try them on). I have worn my mother's, my sister's, my wives' (yes 3), and purchased my own that I hide in the garage. And, I have spent enormous amounts only to throw things away in a panic. What is this life-long obsession? And why does my bra feel so good?