I figured my panties confessions required a book of their own.
When my sister and I were little, I was jealous that she got interesting colors and patterns on her underwear and all of mine was just white. I complained to my mother about it and she told me she would get me colorful underwear too. She came home from the store some time later with underwear that was black and navy blue, and I was disappointed.
For the most part, I forgot about it. But when I got a little older, I once again developed a strong curiosity about my sister’s underwear. I can’t quite explain why. I would often look at them and play with them and I knew it was only a matter of time before I found the courage to try them on.
When I was 12 and my sister was 15, her underwear collection suddenly got more interesting. She started wearing different styles and colors and things with lace. And although that interested me, her old simple white cotton ones are what interested me the most. As I saw that she was phasing them out, I knew it was my chance to take a pair, so I did.
I wore that pair of panties to bed almost every night. I felt naughty and dirty when I wore them. Soon I started wearing them during the day, and even to school. Over the next month, I took every other pair of white cotton panties that my sister had, which gave me a total of six. I should have known that was making it a little too obvious.
One day my sister caught me in the laundry room touching some of her clothes and she blurted out, “I know that you have been taking my underwear! And I’m telling mom!”
I was horrified. But my mom was a psychologist and saw this as a way for me to express myself. She wasn’t upset at all. She offered to buy me my own panties. It seemed less exciting to have her approval and it not be a secret, but I agreed.
We went to a store together and she took me into the girls underwear department. I was terribly embarrassed but she really tried to make it all seem normal. We stood in front of a wall of packaged panties and she told me I could pick out the ones I wanted. In hindsight, that was probably a test to determine how feminine I would go, but I wasn’t thinking like that as a kid. I grabbed some pink ones and some with flowers on them. I remember after grabbing the two packs, she told me that probably wasn’t enough if I was planning on wearing them everyday. She pointed to a pack of panties that My Little Pony on them and said, “These are cute, aren’t they?” and grabbed them for me.
After that I only wore panties.
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