Further Exploration Of Mom's Personal Stuff - The Closet And Auto-orgasm

Since this is a recounting of my actual adventures, I must preface it by saying that it was the early 70’s. there was no Internet, no video porn, and no guidance as to what it meant to Crossdress. And certainly no Amazon to buy everything under the sun.

By now you are aware that my darling Aunt Becky, played a role in this. I found this out when she was in her sixties. Mom had passed and we were sharing life stories one weekend on her patio.

Of course, my mother went to see her when she found the pair of her yellow panties in my gym bag. She told me that she briefed my mother a bit about crossdressing as it was occasionally found by the Emergency Room personnel. She told me that she had suggested that mom just ignore it and return them to me. She said, “I told her that it was a phase that he would probably grow out of.”

I was still not ready to admit to her that I never grew out of it. As I sit here typing this in my Navy-blue Vanity Fair 38-B bra with the delicate lace trim and matching size 6 panties, I can’t tell you how many loads of sperm I deposited in those yellow panties. Yet never a word was said to me, and they always came back freshly laundered.

Now on to the closet. As you well know, mom and dad were big into the Ballroom dance craze, and therefore mom had a huge closet of gowns, shoes and other accouterments. At the end of the rod were her slips probably ten full slips and about eight half slips in varying lengths and colors. Once again, my hand was drawn to touch them. I plunged my hand into them. Oh, what a delight the cool shiny and slippery fabric was.

My penis was rock hard again, but learning my lesson from my previous screw-ups I was very careful to keep it in my shorts which was the only thing I had on. It was obvious from reading the tags, that mom had more Vanity Fair ones than any other brand. Selecting a beige one I took it off the rod and held it at arm’s length to admire it. Something clicked in my brain. I had observed many women while shopping with my mother. After they admired it from afar, they usually held the garments against themselves. Well, that is what I did. Then I glanced in her full-length mirror. I gripped myself just as the rhythmic pulsations began, unable to stop them, and not really wanting too either.

When I started to date girls. The more feminine they were the more attractive I found them, I even went so far as to study them and started to carry my books and hold my jacket in the feminine way. I had several ‘girl friends’ that I felt close to by the time I graduated.

Then at age 18 I got a job as a janitor at the hospital. I was surrounded by nurses, and latex gloves that fed my other fetishes. I had to clean the nurse’s lounge, locker room, and toilet room daily. Always vigilant for signs of femininity, but other than the used napkin metal boxes and general poor housekeeping it was just a job and not sexually exciting anymore although I had access to all the tampons and pads I wanted. (More about them in a future post).

There came a state of depression, no dates, no excitement and boredom with the job, the home life, etc. I took some courses at a tech school, got a job in a nearby but much larger town. Still no women in my life but at 22 I was finally out of my parents’ home with my own car.

Then it happened: I was in a TGY discount store getting some picture hooks for the apartment. I always walked through the women’s department, always. I still do to this day. There on a rack marked ‘close out’ was a rack of Vanity Fair beige and white slips. Ther was also a manikin modeling one. I touched it. It was like I had been electrocuted.

I found an XL that was long. Rushed up to the check out. To hell what the old bag at the register thought, but she made small talk all the while. Folding it while she chattered about how my wife would love it. I had made my first purchase of a feminine clothing. I raced home, ears red, heart beating as fast as it could. I was stripping as I went to the bedroom. I held it up to find the front, put my arms through the shoulder straps and dropped it. My knees buckled and my penis came all without a single touch as the material flowed down my body.

I have heard about auto-orgasm, and I have had one other one in my life. Can women do that as well? Please tell me.