How I became a crossdresser

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This story is mostly fiction, I will leave you to guess which parts are autobiographical.

I'm now in my seventies, happily married to Denise. These events happened a long time ago now, but document the start of our less than usual relationship.

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I admired Denise's pert bum as she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower before we went out for the evening.

As I lay there listening to the shower, I looked at our clothes discarded around the room.

Spying her panties, I couldn't resist, getting out of bed, I picked them up and sniffed them. Hmm, heaven they smelt of her and they were even still slightly damp from her earlier arousal. I couldn't resist putting them on, knowing her wet patch was up against my genitals had me hard again in seconds.

I picked up her bra and held it against my chest. As I admired myself in the mirror, I thought back to my childhood and how even then I'd been wanting to try on girls knickers. I was always trying to look up girls skirts, wanting to catch a glimpse of their pretty knickers, how well and how smoothly they fitted, compared to boy pants.

I was sent to a minor all-boys public school. Sex education was very vague, even the boys who had sisters couldn't answer our questions, so it was 'dirty' magazines we learnt from. In those days female genitals were airbrushed out, but we didn't know that.

I can't remember what the other boys thought, but I assumed that girls must pee out of their bottom, after all, they had nothing else to pee out of, or did they? I needed to get a better look.

About halfway home from school, there was a public toilet just off the High Street. I checked around to see if the entrance to the Ladies was overlooked, it wasn't. After a few days, I finally plucked up courage, nipped in, shut myself in one of the cubicles and waited. It wasn't long before I heard women using the toilet, I'd sit there quietly listening to them pee. It still didn't answer my question. When nobody was about I looked under the partition, no good they might see me looking up at them. I looked over the partition, if I moved far enough back they'd have their back to me. I would try again another day. I tried at irregular intervals, sometimes nothing, sometimes I'd see them lift their skirt pull down their panties, see their bottom as they hovered over the seat, pee and then wipe themselves. I still wasn't seeing, what I so desperately wanted to see. I wanted to know the SECRET. I was hooked I kept going back, then one day I got a fright. I nipped in as usual and a woman was doing her makeup, we made eye contact via the mirror, I fled, never to try that again.

Not long after, I think money must have been tight because I started at a state school. In my mind this was wonderful, there were GIRLS!

I soon discovered that after gym class when we were supposed to be changing, if I went back into the gym, I could look through the keyhole into the girls changing room. There were girls in various states of dress. Girls were going into or out of the showers. There were breasts, some were just developing, but best of all I saw the prize, the slit, some with a bit of pubic hair, they weren't smooth with nothing there.

I thought I knew about sex. A man put his 'dick' in a woman's 'cunt' and she got pregnant. Oh how ignorant I was, I hadn't a clue what a woman's 'cunt' looked like. I just knew it was somewhere between her legs.

What I did know was I wanted to go and pinch some of their underwear, so halfway through a lesson, I asked if I could go to the toilet. I went and checked the boys changing room, clothes were hanging on pegs and I could hear activity in the gym. Back out in the corridor, I checked there was nobody about and quickly entered the girls changing room. Once inside I stood still, quiet, listening and looking. There was nobody in the changing room. I grabbed panties from one peg and bra and panties from another, before escaping to the boys' toilets.