My first experiences

When I was 13 my mom had to go back to work, my parents thought I could be trusted to come home after school, and I would be safe till they would get home at 6:00 pm. Being a boy they thought I could take care of myself for a few hours. Well, all was good for a few months, and I enjoyed my time alone at home but then I started getting those sex thoughts. Started reading my mom’s dress catalogs to see the models in bras and slips. Read the National Geographics with photos of African women nude and my dad had Playboys that he thought were hidden. I thought I was just being normal for a teen boy and maybe I was but then I started doing this wearing my mom’s panties. Coming right home from school striping down and put on Mom’s panties. They felt so good and loved wearing them. Wasn’t long and one day came across a box in the attic that had some of Mom’s old panties and bras, so yes added them to my wardrobe. Also in the box were several slips and a very sexy nightie. Well, if a slip why not a dress and pantyhose mom had those stored away too. I remember the first few times wearing the bras, they felt great but looked empty. So balled-up white socks became my boobs. I would stay dressed like this till it was almost time for my parents to come home. I felt so much better in my mom’s clothes than in my boy's clothes. I started looking forward to summer vacation when I could dress as a girl all day.
So, mom would wake me up and we would chat as she got dressed, something I enjoyed not seeing my mom sexually but how she put her clothes on and her makeup. Dad always went earlier so was easy to be with Mom. After mom left, I changed into my panties and nightie, curled back in bed, and dreamt I was a girl. So, when I got up, I was that girl. Going up to the attic and my dressing area I would pick out my feminine clothes for the day. My parents had let me grow my hair long and I watched mom do her hair up, so copied that. Dad started giving me a good allowance for the chores I did. I would have to buy a few boy clothes to hide the fact I bought girl clothes. Going to the mall I bought a bikini telling the salesgirl it was a present for my sister and I asked her what one she would like so she picked out a cute one and I bought it. Was so excited about buying my first piece of woman’s clothing I couldn’t wait to get home and try it on. I was thrilled at how easy it was for me to buy it and even more thrilled at how I looked in it.
I started buying more and more clothes for my imaginary sister that I was actually becoming. I started wearing my silk undies even to school making sure it wasn’t on gym day. That is all I needed being already teased as a sissy. But I would go home strip and become that sissy I was teased about. It was very easy to learn to tuck my penis, it being just a few inches even when erect. I could stand in front of the mirror and look very feminine. At least no penis but so wanted breasts, maybe someday.