Sissy Andrea

My story of crossdressing began when I was 5 years old. I had run out of underwear so my mother made me wear a pair of older sister's panties. They were cotton, pink in color, with little red hearts all over. I objected to wearing them because they were girl panties and not boy's underwear. Well, my mother didn't care and I was made to wear them. After wearing them for awhile I started to enjoy the thought of wearing girl panties. The felt nice and I started to feel kind of special. What other boy could wear girl panties, right? I am not sure if my penis got excited, but I felt excited inside. After I got clean underwear again I had to give up my sister's panties. I was actually disappointed that I had to stop wearing them. I wanted to wear those panties again. So, in order to wear those panties again I would go into the soiled laundry after my sister had finished wearing them and pull them out. I would take those soiled panties and put them on. It felt so good to wear them again. Yes, I got caught by my mother and was told to never wear them again. But I wanted to wear those panties again so bad that I stole them from my sister's room and hid them in mine and wore them when ever I could. I am not sure what happened to them, they just seemed to have disappeared one day. But the stage was set for me to wear girlie clothes. When I was in my teens I would sneak into my sister's room when nobody was home and put on her dresses. I would also sneak a pair of my mother's pantyhose and put them on. Oh, that felt so good to wear pantyhose under a dress, which brushed my legs I walked around the house. I would jack off while wearing the dress and hose and the orgasms were always very intense. More intense than just jacking off without dressing up. I knew that those intense orgasms were tied to me wearing a dress and hose, and I knew from that that day onward that I would be addicted to crossdressing.