Georgina ... a lifetime of transvestism CHAPTER

Georgina … a lifetime of transvestism.

Chapter 4 THIEF CLOTHES

So day after day visiting friends and pretextaba anything to enter the bedroom and rummage through drawers and closets to see who could steal … even I wore a jacket of my brother who was great for me to hide my booty, so I could hide 2 pairs of high heels that I stole from different house. In this way slowly and run the risk of being discovered made me of a number of women’s clothing.

I already had 3 pairs of women’s shoes, including my shoes, 2 brassieres, 4 panties, 1 clear and shortie nightgown and many pairs of socks of different colors … !! Huy that emotion !! … repeated day after day my ritual morning spying on my mother washing her ass and vagina, and night foot washing, washing ass, and now added wear stockings, brassier, panties, women’s shoes (3 pairs now had to choose), and masturbating getting one or two fingers on my tail! wow was the richest !! … I finished my meeting my booty hiding in the compartment couch blankets , to keep hidden my things … so in the morning everything seemed normal.

While I was taking every opportunity to continue stealing women’s clothing.

As had many half one day I stole from the house of my grandmother a strip-league that belonged to one of my aunts, also stole two bras long bib one black and one white, the kind that completely surround the torso and compress belly seem to me delicious.

Also different places I did 2 full funding 3 half-Fund, the most important treasure that achieves STEAL WAS … !! dildo breast of a friend, just missing me a baby doll that was the pledge that he wished to have, but while I managed to camisoncito I stole manolo house one of my friends … all this was hidden under the sofa.

During those years my life went seemingly normal but … I still tormented doubts because I thought I was doing something wrong, first, spying on my mother in the bathroom, second: I dressed woman every night, third: I masturbated touching the ass …

I was imagining a woman being caught by a male.

By then my friendship with Raul was good, we were still together I always masturbating face down on his bed teaching Raul my buttocks, I secretly hoped that someday my buttocks in question will appear and catch me … then I started to fall in love Raul secretly! It was so cute !!, but could not tell was my best friend and did not want to lose his friendship. It was another of the doubts that tormented me … !! I was falling in love with my best friend !!

In my nocturnal masturbation while I got a finger in my ass I imagined Raul taking me: I lay facedown on the bed, dressed baby with my legs and over my nip Raul rich dick in the ass … just imagine it had a delicious ejaculations.

This continued my life until finishing primary school Raul gave me a very bad news: he returned to his native Aguascalientes to continue beyond their high school, really knew me wrong it was because by then I was hopelessly in love with the … but that’s life he was leaving more lost than he was already.

By the year 1965 I entered high school I had by then 14 years old

There I met Sergio, a classmate who apodábamos “Chicken” was a handsome boy Raul unlike the chicken was brown with black eyes (Raul was blond with blue eyes). Sergio “chicken” did a very good and close friends, I was home and he went to the mine after school and spent most of the day together.

Without realizing I was falling in love with Sergio, to the extent that I was jealous of their girlfriends, because as he was a very handsome boy had several girlfriends, with Sergio and his older brother Mario I smoked my first cigarette. Logically we smoked in secret, to make going to a sports car that was located near the chicken house, under the bleachers of the track was an abandoned warehouse. It was “The secret lair” chicken and brother. ..

That was where we hid smoking, porn magazines (few and bad), and masturbate. It turns out that this winery had an apparently closed with a large padlock … I say supposedly because the chicken and his brother had cut the lock so it seemed full metal door, but only had to turn the ring and opened.

When we left “The secret lair” only it had to accommodate the lock and the door seemed that the door was locked. State inside the winery was clear that he had many years without being used, so we could stay inside all the time we were fancied without fear of discovery.

While I was practicing my ritual every night, and I kept stealing women’s clothes every which presented me the opportunity.

Still dressing up and masturbating … put a mirror to admire my figure wrapped with those onesies so charming.

Now he could comb as baby because I knew Sergio through the Beatles, and I grew my hair because that was fashionable among young, my mother did not like me to bring long hair. But despite protests I kept my long hair.

To be continued …