My journey to wearing women’s underwear began innocently enough. It was in the late fifties. I was fourteen years old and my sister was seventeen. We each had our own bedroom on the second floor of our house with a bathroom we shared between them. I had certainly heard talk among my friends about girls and sex and stuff but I had never actually seen a naked woman except for the black and white photos in one of my friends’ dad’s girlie magazines. About a year earlier I had discovered the joy of jacking off and those
