It was only a little experiment: I was quite a young boy, but I wanted to know what it felt like to wear ladies’ knickers. Ladies’ knickers were troubling me: I didn’t know why, or how it started, but I found I wanted to touch them. Badly. It was more than mere curiosity, it was something deeper, a want, a physical need, which made my tummy squirm when I thought about them. Something told me it was wrong, but whenever I glimpsed a lady’s panties I felt a pang of envy.
There were few opportunities of getting