By JNE
At around age 12, for some reason or other, which continues to elude me to this day, I started sneaking into my stepsister’s room and trying on her things in secret. The more I tried on, the more addicted I became to feminine feelings and finery. I never fully dressed up, fearing discovery and shame, but I satisfied myself by wearing a borrowed bra and panties, a nightgown, or an old discarded pair of pantyhose – I used to retrieve them from the trash because I was afraid of running them and being caught. I