After a couple years of wearing panties, it really just seemed like my normal underwear. It didn’t feel naughty. And although it was something I hid from my friends, it also wasn’t a huge secret. We talked about it openly at home. Something interesting I noticed was my sisters always referred to their underwear as underwear, but mine was always referred to as panties.
When I was 15 and getting ready to start 10th grade, my mother and I went out for back-to-school shopping. As we were driving to the store, I was contemplating whether or not I’d have the courage to tell her I’d like to buy some girls’ clothing and not just underwear. I knew I was curious about it, but was feeling very shy about admitting it to my mother.
When we first got into the department store, she asked me if I needed any new panties. I agreed that I did, and we went to the lingerie section. I had moved up from wearing girls panties and was now buying them from the adult sizes. There was nothing exciting about it. I knew which ones I liked and I grabbed a package of three more. But as we were walking away from the panties, my mother said, “You’re getting older now. Are you ready to start wearing bras?”
I had definitely been curious about bras for a while, but never would have had the courage to suggest it. I think my mother could see the embarrassment on my face, and she said that I certainly didn’t have to wear bras, but she wanted me to know I could if I wanted to. I managed to respond that I did want to.
It just so happened that I had once measured myself for a bra just for fun and I knew that a 36A would likely come closest to fitting me. My mom suggested three bras if I planned to wear them everyday, and it took us a while to find three decent ones in what was a somewhat unusual size. Then she suggested getting a sports bra as well, so I ended up leaving with four new bras.
We left the lingerie department and my mother walked across the aisle to the young women’s department. She asked if I wanted to wear girls jeans or boys jeans, and I sheepishly responded that I wanted to wear girls jeans.
At that point she pulled me aside to talk to me. She told me that I had nothing at all to be embarrassed about and that I could wear whatever clothes I wanted. I remember her saying that if I wanted to wear dresses to school, she would support me.
In the end, we bought a few pair of girls jeans and pants before moving to the mens department to get some shirts. I left the store feeling proud of my new clothes.
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