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Yes the same is true for me also. I discovered my love of plastic panties about the age of 10 or 11 after a friend more or less blackmailed us into putting them on or not allowed to play with his cool toys. He was spoiled at home by his mother. Now that I think about it he may have been a bed wetter being as the plastic pants fitted us very well and his brother was a little baby at the time. I also developed a thing for my sisters panties and dresses about the same time and these feelings have never left me all these years. I am also retired now and have quite the collection of girls clothes and plastic panties and it was always very hard to throw out anything over the years.sissygirlpink said:Oh how lovely.
I know this will probably be a longer read but I think it’s important to capture how I felt, not just the event and also link up the related developments. I.e. nappies, baby pants, panties and arousal.
My panty experience came after my discovery of my desire for plastic pants and nappies.
When I was about 5 years old, I had a younger brother who was about 2 and was in plastic panties and cloth nappies. I don’t know why but I felt envious and wanted to try those baby pants.
There were two types, pull on and snap buttons, I stole and hid one of each and the first time I tried the pull on pair on they were really tight but just fitted. I was upstairs just playing in my bedroom with a longish jumper on.
My mother called me and I remember the feeling of panic as she came upstairs and asked me what I was doing. I must of mumbled a little as I pulled my jumper down. I recall she asked me to stand up and come here and I very uncomfortably stood up and I was caught.
I wasn’t derided but I was certainly in big trouble. I still had the other pair of snap crotch but they disappeared shortly after with more stern warnings.
When I was probably 6 or 7 I was playing with a friend at his house and I discovered panties. Sure I’d seen little girl panties and felt a strange flutter but he had a younger sister about age 4. Her bedroom door was open, we were playing in his room and his mum had gone to the shops.
I was really naughty and went in and opened a drawer and there they were, her little girl knickers. I couldn’t resist and took two pairs, one plain white with pink waist and leg bands with a little bow, the others more floral in a lemon colour with lace leg and waist bands.
I shoved them in my pockets, bright red and flustered. When my friend came back from the loo, I made an excuse to go home. I remember being really conscious of what was in my pockets, a bit of panic about where could I hide them, what if mum asks if she sees the bulge in my pocket? All the things little boys feel when they’ve done something wrong.
I made it to my bedroom and took them out, shoved them under my pillow after I’d felt them then started to think where could I hide them?
I finally settled on one of my board game boxes, under the plastic insert that held the board which were kept under my bed.
I then listened until I thought it was safe and then tried the plain white pair with pink bands, a tiny bit tight but fitted lovely, put my pants back on and wore them for the rest of the day and later under my pjs to bed. I didn’t sleep well and just kept thinking about how nice the panties felt.
I don’t actually remember what happened to them but I loved to put them on quite regularly for about a year or so. I think the game was binned but my mum never said anything so I don’t think she found them.
My next evolution was discovering how my little thing felt by accident and when this was involved with either, plastic pants or panties, they became inextricably linked and have remained so all my life.
Sure things have waxed and waned all my life but I’m still wearing nappies, baby panties and all things femme in my late 50’s.
So I passed through the years of girls, cars, university, marriage and a full working career and it never left me.
Jenny x
