When I was growing up I would see my sisters walking from there bedroom to the bathroom wearing just there bra and panties or slip. Their under clothes looked so much softer then my under wear. At about the age of ten I would take a piece of one of my sisters under clothes and hide it in my room. That night I would try it on if a few minuets then get ready for bed. I would put the article in the dirty laundry in the morning and no one was the wiser.
At this time time I had started to hate to wear my PJs at night. I would wear just my underwear and may be a t-shirt. My mom did not like this so she would check from time to time to be sure I was wearing my PJs. One night I had hit up a large load of my sisters stuff from the laundry. I had panties, a bra, a full slip and pantyhose. I had put everything on as I was getting ready for bed. I was swishing the slip around and watching myself in the mirror when my mom opened my door to come check on my. I dove for my bed and covered up. Some how she did not see what I had on but she wanted to see my PJs. I told her that I had not gotten a chance to put them on as I had just gotten to my room after my shower and I did not want her to see me naked. My wet towel was right there on the floor so she beleaved me. She even apologized for not knocking before she came into my room. She said she would be back in five minutes to check on me. I don’t think I ever got changed so fast in my life. I hid my girl stuff away and was sitting on my bed in my PJs when my mom knocked to come in. I don’t think I touched any of my sisters stuff for about a month after that.
Robin
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By the age of 11 I was borrowing my sisters underclothes and hiding them in my room in an old toiletry bag that my dad had given me. I would take something new and return something to the dirty laundry every few days. This kept my girl clothes fresh.
My room was not very neat and my mom was always on me about cleaning it. On day I guess she was tired of looking at my dirty room so while I was at school she cleaned it. When I got home my room was spotless and there on my bed was my toiletry bag opened and some of the clothing partly pulled out. My mom yelled at me, George I need to see you in the kitchen. NOW! I thought I was done for, I was going to get the hiding of a life time. She said to me, I am sure you noticed I have cleaned your room for you. I just said, Yes mom. She went on to tell me she expected it to stay neat or she would get rid of all of my toys. She never said any thing about the girl cloths in the bag on my bed. I went to my room and toke the cloths and put them in the laundry. I set the bag on my dresser.
That night when she came in to check on me. She saw the bag sitting empty on my dresser. She said. I thought I told you to keep you’re room clean and everything put up. Sorry mom, I said. I then got out of bed and put the bag on the shelf in the closet where it had been before. She still did not say anything about what had been in the bag and never did.
Robin
The man in a dress