Even as a teenager I was still wearing nappies and rubber pants, and that situation was mainly due to being frightened during a wartime bombing experience. My Mummy used to reassuringly call it my ‘Potty Training’, and it was all kept a big secret from most people. An innocent young boy not recovered sufficiently to attend school, I was taught lessons at home, and under various women’s influences I had slowly become more and more girlish.
But it was during my potty training that I gradually became more aware of women’s underwear. Mummy and her best friend,