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I couldn't resist exploring Mom's lingerie drawer when the family was away. I guess I was about 7th grade. I tried on some pettipanties that were "Little House on The Prairie" adorable. I still love pettipants, although I always call them "pettipanties" since it sounds so ultra sissy!
I guess I always wanted to be dressed like Shirley Temple, curls and all. Which reminds me that some day I must tell you about the time my Mom took me to a hair stylist to fix a haircut she botched. Sitting with the other little girls made me turn lollipop red! They giggled so much, I secretly loved it. mom and the stylist joked about putting bows in my hair too! So embarrassing, lucky I had one of those aprons concealing my little stiffie!
But I just swooned over her black nylon tricot panty and black french lace bra.
The above story is true! All of it, including me sissy wetting myself and having to walk around drippy! You know that after cumming we just want to go back to being boys again, take off the wet panties and put on boy shorts. I desperately wanted to forget the whole thing, but I was soaking, icky-sticky wet!
That is very difficult to pretend to be a boy when wearing your mother's black nylon panty filled with sissy juice. It seemed like I wore that panty for hours, pretending to be a normal, macho boy and knowing I was a total sissy! Now I know what a girl feels like after she's been pumped by a boy! Well, at least the drippy part!
A fantasy or a confession? (makes me lollipop red to think about it). "Missy's peanut made goo-goo panty." I love being "made" to talk "baby talk" to my Sissy Kiss sisters, and having to explain about wetums, baby girl clothes, hair bows, gigglie neighbor girls, and even kissing boys!" Please make me embarrass myself even more? I am so on fire right now!