First time…..

Musings from WannabeGinger

For all of us, there are many “first time” for many things in our lives. Here are a few of my own.

Chapter 1

The first time I realized I was in love, I was six years old. Her name was Susan Moore. Really, Susan May Moore. She had a middle name which stuck in my mind. I thought she was wonderful. I sat in class and looked at her endlessly. I wanted to hold her hand.

That proved to be easy. Her home was on my way home from school. In those days, parents didn’t always come to meet us at the end of school days. As there was no major road to cross, we could walk home. Us, together, with group of other kids. One day, for the first time, I took her hand….. And she didn’t let go until we reached her garden gate. Next day, it was easy……

My next “first” was wondering what it might be like “being a girl”. I didn’t ask anyone….. But I did think about that. I was about eight. I had no sisters, only two brothers who were much older.

The first time I was unfaithful — to Susan — was when I was sat next to a new girl in school. Her name was Riva and she was Jewish and she had brilliant red hair. Susan’s hair was mousey-blonde and not well-shaped. Riva’s was blunt-cut in a pretty swingy sort of style.

The first time I tried anything that might make me understand what it was like to be a girl happened when I was nine. We were at my brother’s girlfriend’s house near Christmas. His girlfriend had a sister…. Angie. I excused myself for the rest room but found my way to Angie’s bedroom next door. A pair of panties of Angie’s found their way into my pocket. I wore them that night.

The first time I thought it would be nice to be a girl was that night. Not for always. I was, and still am, a boy. But I liked the feel of the panties. They made me feel somehow relaxed. I thought it would be nice to wear other girly clothes…. And have girly hair like Riva’s… or Susan’s for that matter. I was hooked.

The next day, for the first time, I started to look out for girls’ hair styles and colours….. and their mothers’ too. I started to imagine how it would be to wear other clothes of theirs, and how it would be to have my own hair styled the way theirs was. A lifetime’s fetish was borne — female clothes and female hair!

The first time I went out wearing panties was when I was twelve. It felt good. I kept wondering what people might say if I was knocked down by a car in the street and I’d be taken to hospital…. And discovered! That I wasn’t 100 per cent a boy, but maybe 1 per cent a girl. I got this very pleasant warm feeling when I let those thoughts wash over me.

By the time I was thirteen, I was wearing panties regularly. For a first time, I went shopping for girly things. I had been to Marks & Spencer and bought some…. They were nice little lacey knickers that held “me” in quite tightly.

Chapter 2 will take me through puberty……………..