My Girlfriend's Panties
By sissyAmanda

Posted With Permission from sissyAmanda

It all began when I was a few years younger. My girlfriend was going away for a month and we’d been together for years. I was incredibly sad about it. After dropping her off at the airport, I went straight home to bed. I didn’t want to see or speak to anyone. As I lay there lost in thought, trying to get comfortable, I reached under my pillow and felt something soft and lacy. This piqued my interest and I sat bolt upright, lifting the pillow to reveal my favourite pair of her panties. They were black lacy “boy short” style undies, somewhat appropriately. They were incredibly sexy. Whenever she wore them I needed to have her. She knew this, and that's why she left them for me, so I could reminisce about her while she was away.

Finding myself alone with her panties, soft intricate lace between my fingers, I suddenly realised I was rock hard. Quickly, I tucked them back under the pillow and tried to forget. It was strange, I couldn’t understand the reaction. I loved my GF In sexy panties, but she wasn't here. It was just me and the panties. Why was I hard? Eventually, I realised I couldn’t shake the feelings I was having. I kept replaying how they felt in my hands and imagined her ass held pert, looking sexy. I wondered if my own looked as good. My hand crept back under the pillow and slowly pulled them out again. I got out of bed and pulled my boxers down. Was I really doing this? I slipped one foot into the soft lace panties and my cock began to stir. Shaking with nerves, I nearly fell over. I steadied myself and put the other foot through, slowly pulling them up. The soft fabric grazed my legs. My cock was leaking before they were even over my knees. Once they were all the way up, and my cock was cradled by the sexy fabric, my mind raced, my heart pounded and pools of silky pre-cum seeped through the lace. I bolted from my room to the bathroom, where a full-length mirror awaited. I’d never felt so sexy and needed to see how I looked. I locked the door and and got lost staring at myself. I’d never spent time in front of the mirror before, I didn’t like how I looked, but found this intoxicating. My cock bulge straining against the fabric looked cute and my ass. Wow! It looked just like my girlfriend’s butt. I caressed myself, getting down on all fours and exploring with my fingers. This was a huge departure from my usual behaviour. It eventually became too much. My cock rubbed intensely against the tight panties and my fingers were in places they’d never been. The pressure built until my legs shook uncontrollably, and I came hard through the panties. A large puddle of cum joined the copious amounts of pre-cum in my girlfriend’s panties and on the hard bathroom floor. Quickly snapping out of the trance I found myself in, I was mortified. I quickly cleaned up, ran back to my room, and tucked the soiled panties under the pillow, pretending nothing had happened. I couldn’t reconcile my reflection in the mirror with my self-image. Something had changed that day, even if I couldn’t admit it then.

Over the following weeks, those panties became increasingly soiled as I kept returning to them. Knowing my girlfriend’s return loomed, I desperately tried to clean them and return them to their original state. However, my insatiable desire to wear her panties had worn them out and stretched them beyond repair. I was trapped. I couldn’t keep them from her. My secret was about to be revealed. I was terrified but also excited.

When my girlfriend returned, and we had a heartfelt reunion, the conversation quickly turned to the panties. She asked if I had enjoyed her leaving them for me, and I managed a meek and embarrassed “yes”. When she picked them up, her smirk confirmed my suspicions. She asked if I had put them on, and I protested, insisting I hadn’t. I knew she didn’t believe me. Even this feeling of being caught excited me, my heart pounding and my cock hardening. I was desperate to hide it.

She didn’t press me too hard, but over the coming weeks, we grew apart. I knew she saw me differently, and before I knew it, she was gone. Not before I managed to steal more of her panties. From that point forward my sexual orientation has been accompanied by a heavy caveat. I kept this to myself but it was inescapable. I wasn’t sure what it all meant, but it was the beginning of a long journey of self-discovery, and women’s panties would play a significant role.

My love for panties blossomed quickly. I’d find any excuse to slip on a pair, just to feel that familiar buzz. Thongs, hipsters, boy shorts, lace, satin, cotton, some sexy, some functional, all amazing. As time went on, I wondered if anyone else felt the same pleasure from panties on a cock. Was I a pioneer, bravely exploring the frontiers of eroticism? Like with most things, I turned to the internet for answers.

I was amazed. It began simply with crossdressers. I found kindred spirits and felt less alone. I still liked girls, and that was perfectly fine; there seemed no reason for that to change. I simply enjoyed the feel of soft, sexy fabrics against my cock, nothing unusual about it. But the rabbit hole kept going…

Transsexuals, wonderful women with magnificent cocks, wrapped in sexy panties, they were so feminine and sexy. I couldn’t get enough. My general porn appetite skyrocketed, and soon it was heavily focused on this exciting new genre. I had no idea it existed before, and I loved every twist and turn. Again, it didn’t feel like a huge step; I was still a man who loved women of all shapes and sizes, regardless of whether they had a vagina or a cock. I was in love.

Then I stumbled across sissies, and my world changed forever. I had found my kind, the heightened sexuality I experienced when I pulled on panties was mirrored on my screen with every sissy I found. I found myself mesmerised, drawn in deeper and deeper, I wanted to learn more, and be a better sissy. Once I had found sissy captions and hypnosis videos there was no going back. They had awoken something in me. Something primal. I would get lost for hours, everything else would melt away and I would have one singular purpose. Consume sissy content and edge. These feeling felt so natural to me that they must have been in me the whole time, I found myself overcome by a lust for big hard cock, sucking, fucking, cum, from anyone, and everyone. Women no longer became my primary sexual focus, when I would see a sexy woman I would get hard but not at the thought of fucking her, but of being her. I wanted her panties her sexy clothes. I wanted her tits and smooth ass. I needed to get cock in the same way she could. I craved the attention of girls but I wanted them to humiliate me, tell me what I had long suspected, I do not have a cock. I have a useless little sissy clitty, even when it gets hard it’s giving pleasure to no one. When the girls on screen would call me gay, fag or faggot my useless clitty would twitch and leak soaking through panties and tights. When they called me a girl my heart would soar, My asshole became my pussy, I discovered my nipples and the wonderful sensations they could send shivering down my spine. I became more vocal when I played, no longer would I just breathe heavily and grunt when I came, I began to moan like a the little sissy cock sucker I had always been at the slightest touch. My vocabulary changed, I no longer had a wank, I edged. Cumming from playing with my little clitty became more and more rare, even when I did, it was usually by rubbing it like the clit that it is, through panties.

Even while I write this I am leaking sleek pre-cum through my panties, greedily covering my fingers and shoving them into my mouth. Never waste a drop! Referring to my clit as a cock earlier in the story felt so unnatural, but at that time it’s what I called it. I now know better.

Over the years I have continued to have girlfriends, but have never had the courage to reveal my true self. I feel so sorry for them. When it comes to the “fucking”, it never lasts long and there is barely a whimper out of them. I am always very attentive with my tongue, however. These beautiful women deserve an orgasm, and I will always give them one with the tools at my disposal. As a sissy I serve them. A few I think have worked out that I may not be the straight male that I pretend to be. They start to give attention to my pussy, working up to roughly finger fucking me or shoving their biggest dildos up me. When this happens I am powerless, and inevitably I let my inner sissy out. I grind hard against it, my clitty flops around semi hard and leaking everywhere, and I moan like a sissy bitch until I explode. It always seems that once they catch a glimpse of who I truly am, they realise that I will never be able to fuck them the way they deserve, and they end up leaving me. I take the rejection hard but before too long I fall back into old habits and fall further down the rabbit hole, more and more of my pathetic manhood leaking directly out of my clitty in response to hours of hypno, and I have usually managed to steal more wonderful panties.

I have also spent huge amounts of money on sexy clothes and panties, bigger and better dildos, ribbed, smooth, lifelike, everything I could find. Those days waiting for them to be delivered, excited, apprehensive, will the postman know? I would usually be in panties under my boy clothes when I answered the door. I had to be the one to get the package. If my roomates did, they might know!

All of this has been leading up to one moment, my first cock. But that is another story, for another time, but one worth reading…

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