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A Religious Experience

A Religious Experience
by Sabrina G. Langton

*Stories from the real world 2
This story is kinda autobiographical.

I was twenty-two in 1987.

You couldn't just order anything you wanted on the computer, with no social interaction, and get whatever you wanted. You had to go out in the real world and stand on a real line, and talk to a cashier, then pass people when you were done, and then take everything you bought home and hope nobody asked you any questions. Ugh.

I knew I liked girls' clothes when I was nine. I decided this was something I wanted to pursue. I figured the house had 4 women in it now, what's the difference if there was another one. That's when I knew I was a crossdresser. I called myself Donna, and I never told anyone. There were always different outfits around, I had three older sisters, and lots to choose from. I just had to figure out how to do it so no one knew it was me. The basement of the house became a sanctuary. We had a big bathroom down there, with long mirrors, and I would lock the door and try on everything I found in the hampers or any clothing destined for the wash. I also took some pictures that I sent away by mail and two weeks later they came back all developed. Things were wonderfully quick back then.

Years later in the winter of 1987, I had a substantial amount of woman's items, I called my own. I got some from my Mother and the sisters, and some I bought. Buying female clothes as a male was the hardest part about crossdressing. All I wanted was to shop for dresses and heels and especially pantyhose and stockings. That's what I really loved. I had used every excuse, thinking that no one ever heard them before. I was buying this for my girlfriend or sister, and it was so soul-crushing not to be able to try anything on. Once you were home, there was no going back and exchanging if it didn't fit. Usually, I wouldn't even go back to the same store ever again. I figured they were all talking about me, but once I gained a couple of outfits I was fine, I could relax a little while. It was the stockings that tended to get runs or get stretched out, so I was always looking to acquire more.

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The remark about crossdressing since he was nine hit home. It might have started earlier for me but I know by the time I got into junior high, I had a little secret stash of silkie panties, tights, a slip and maybe two bras. I either got them from my sisters or family friends or relatives who had girls. There I"d be, lying about having to use the bathroom and secretly sneaking into a bedroom and going through their pantie drawer. That and I never understood why I did that but I needed more panties. In high school, I was on the football team, track team and the swim team - I loved my silky Speedos! - so it was hard to wear panties to school. If I planned it out right, I could pull it off or if we had a family gathering to go to, I"d be there wearing a silky pair of panties under my jeans. The first time I actually bought any panties for me was when I was 19. I had a great aunt who lived on the other side of town and I"d have to go there to cut the lawn or fix something. So I planned my trip around that and ended going to Sears, yes, Sears and bought a beautiful lavender bra and panty set and a couple of pairs of pantyhose. I was so freaking nervous, I thought I was going to have a heart attack as I handed the woman my money with shaking hands. The next day, I had to go back to my great aunts house to drop something off, nothing more then that. I slipped into my new bra and panty set which, and I"m lucky here, fit just perfectly. Slipped on my jeans a a hoodie and ran my errands EXCEPT for this time, I was going to stop at this porn store on the way back. Again, young, nervous as hell and not knowing what to expect when I got in there. I walked in and started browsing the straight section, lesbians and I accidentally ended up in the gay and transsexual section - Oops! With shaking hands, I started to flip through they tranny magazines, they were like three for $10, and as I was looking at them, I found myself getting harder and harder in my panties. This is when I started wishing some guy would come over, start looking at the gay or tranny mags and then ask me to go watch a peep show with him in the back and then make me suck his cock. But alas, that didn"t happen. Eventually, I picked out my tranny magazine treasure and went up front to pay for them. Again, nervous as hell, hands shaking, worried that he"d see what I was buying and tell the world about my transgender obsession. He just grunted, took my money and said have a nice day. By the time I got out to the sidewalk outside, I realized that I had a giant wet spot in my panties AND my jeans! It was bad enough that I worried about someone driving by and seeing me leave the porn store, now I had this too!!! I used the bag to cover my crotch and hurried back to my car. Once inside, I finally exhaled, calmed myself down and started rubbing my wet spot, my cock getting harder and harder. Eventually, I popped the button on my jeans, reached into my soaked panties and let my cock pop out a little. I licked my fingers clean from my precum and started to discreetly rub my seven inch cock. It only to a few strokes before I shot my load on my lower stomach and on my hoodie, feeling a crazy rush of excitement and relief, relief that no one was around to see me. I quickly scooped up my cum and licked to off my fingers, buttoning my jeans and driving away. I then was like how the hell am I going to explain this giant wet spot on my crotch, the dried cum on my hoodie OR my new tranny magazines when I get home?? LUCKILY, no one was home so I quickly went downstairs to my bedroom, stripped of my clothes down to my bra and soaked panties and proceeded to jerky myself off two more times before my parents got home. I quickly changed into a clean pair of panties and jeans, took my bra off - my nipples were so sore from all of the tugging I was doing to them through my bra - and hid all of that in my secret panty stash. As I headed upstairs, I realized that I had bought women"s lingerie AND porn magazines and I didn"t die. I was like, I can do this again and I did, many, many more times!

Very exciting and delicious story. I wish i had an experience like this"

Donna sounds like a good time!

I"m dripping with pre cum! I so thoroughly enjoyed your story.

Brilliant story. One of the best I"ve read on any site. Set up and pace was perfect, and glorious descriptions of nylon fetish.

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