Vince Foster
2007-03-04 05:10:21 UTC
My fetish about women's lingerie started innocently enough.
When I was four years old, I entered the only bathroom in the
house, and found my mother standing bent over the toilet pulling
on a long-leg panty girdle, then hooking up nylons. That sight
is burnt into my mind even today.
This attraction remained latent until I discovered the habit of
masturbation. I passed the laundry hamper in the basement and
noticed a pair of my mother's panties in the basket. I thought,
"Geez, I wonder how they would feel on my cock while I beat
off?" So I grabbed them and put them in a pants pocket to find
out later that night. It was *wonderful*.
Like most teenage males, I continued to masturbate into Mom's
panties through the high school and into the college years when
I was at home in Arizona. I imagine she KNEW what was up since
she did the laundry, but I was never questioned.
I had to tone down my masturbation and fetishes when I was at
the United States Naval Academy. For one, you had room-mates or
upperclassmen or women (or even female officers) who could "pop"
into the room at any moment. There was no place private where
you could "spank the monkey." There was no place to "hide" a
pair of panties, since your entire room was subject to
inspection anytime. So when I was home from the Academy, I set
the Arizona state record for numbers of times beating off in a
week, so to speak. I went blind several times. :)
I was selected to be a submariner. I read an article in
Playboy(TM) where male runners would wear nylon panties while
running to prevent chafing. I thought, "What an idea and excuse
to get some panties for my own!" I cautiously went to the Navy
Exchange Store at the Charleston SUB-BASE, and bought three
pairs of Vanity Fair underwear as a gift "for my wife." I had
researched sizes and determined that I needed size 8. I liked
(and still like) the pink and patterned full figure briefs. I
was in my Dinner Dress Blues, with submarine dolphins (not
civilian clothes), since I was headed to a formal dining-out.
[Little did the submarine wives know that I was wearing prettier
lingerie under my uniform than they were, with their granny
panties and all.]
The saleswoman was trying to be helpful and suggested, "Are you
certain you have the right size? Your wife must be a very big
woman. We can't accept returns on panties if they are the wrong
size." I began to get a huge erection with all this "female
talk" about panties. I was quite anxious, hoping that they
would make the sale soon. To lingerie sales clerks, panties are
just pieces of fabric. To me, they are essential. Further, it
was deliciously humilating because they noted the absence of a
wedding band on my hand AND noted my Naval Academy ring.
One of clerks demanded, "You're not married. Are these for you
then?" Blushing furiously, I explained with *beet red* face,
"These are for me when I'm running. I read an article about it
and want to try it." The clerks (yes, they congregated around
helpless, bashful old me, like sharks after chum....) smiled and
winked amongst themselves, and *I* wanted to shrink up and blow
away. I did go back to the store weeks later at an entirely
different time (to avoid the original clerks) for additional
pairs without incident. Three pairs wasn't enough. I had to feed
the fetish.
I very cautiously smuggled the panties aboard the submarine,
hidden inside pairs of rolled up socks. Items brought aboard a
submarine are subject to search at any time and I could not face
being labeled as a transvestite by my fellow sailors. Once
during a fire drill I was told to disrobe "due to being
contaminated" and I had to refuse due to the panties under the
poopy suit. It was only a drill, so my excuse was allowed and I
was safe from detection.
I hid panties in the Bachelor Officers Quarters(BOQ) on base in
my dirty laundry, rolled into socks. Once, I was doing my
laundry at the BOQ, and went to get a beer from the Officer's
Lounge, thinking that my come-stained panties would be washed
clean when I got back in a couple of minutes. Another officer
from my boat had transferred my now clean panties and uniform
items into the dryer. He knew my secret then, I figured. He
never said anything to anyone, but he gave me a playtex panty
girdle for my "going away" party to "keep my "girlish figure" in
shape. This one act reignited my girdle fetish.
I met my soon-to-be wife Pennie in the Navy. She was a Navy
dentist, and I allowed her to "catch me"wearing panties in bed
while we were dating. She was very surprised, thinking at first
that the panties I was wearing were hers ["How dare you steal my
underwear!" she said], but later said I was "normal" and that
many men were secret crossdressers. If she only knew how deeply
I was into this panty deal, I thought at the time. I left the
Navy shortly thereafter in 1998.
One of the first shopping excursions we made was to a "Bra and
Girdle" factory outlet (now closed) in New Jersey. She took me
with her nominally to "tag along". We got to the store, full of
women young and old, nary a man in sight, and she said to me, "I
want to purchase 2 girdles and other things." She called a
pretty young clerk over for fitting assistance. This was
extremely interesting to me, because I had guessed at MY sizes
up to this time, and I didn't know how to measure, and as a
bonus- I thought, "Now I will know her sizes for shopping for
her."
At that moment I said to her "Pennie, I think you are too young
for girdles and these bras. I dont like the idea that you will
be wearing girdles." Little did I know what was about to
happen. She replied, "No, Lonnie, YOU will be purchasing and
wearing these." I died right that moment. The clerk measured my
waist, hips, and bust and my wife selected four pairs of pink
panties, four pairs of black seamed stockings, and of course my
two long leg panty girdles and two underwire bras.
I was still blushing at the checkout where Pennie said to the
register woman, "These girdles and things are Ronnie's, he will
be paying by credit card...." When we left the shop, I was
carrying a big bag with my lingerie in it. It was delicously
humiliating.
I work at construction sites, and always wear panties under my
work clothes. Outlet stores and discount shops all out of town
saw me with young clerks buying panties. I tried on a nightgown
in TJ MAXX in Annapolis. The dressing room clerk remarked,
"You look lovely in the gown, is it for you or your wife?" Of
course, it was for me. In Utah, at a Marshall's store, the
very pretty and young clerk was so flustered she couldn't
complete the sale and had to hand off to the manager. At a
Jones Store in Missouri, the clerk wouldn't sell me a pair of
plain nylon panties. She made me beg her to sell them with a
dozen women around waiting to be helped.
I used to dress in a long leg panty girdle and underwire bra
when I was traveling by plane on business. Of course, one must
walk through a metal detector. The garter tabs on the girdle
and the underwire metal on the bra sets off the metal detector,
and you get "wanded" then have to explain (hopefully to a woman)
that you are a crossdresser wearing a girdle and underwire bra.
Once a pretty woman security guard insisted on touching all the
metal that alarmed and I was treated to the experience of having
her hands touch all six garter tabs on my legs and both wires on
the bra. It was a great experience.
Due to the current security situation, I no longer enjoy this
experience and have quit doing it. I don't want the hassle of a
"personal" inspection. I'm not certain of Homeland's Security
policy on secret crossdressers wearing girdles and underwire bras
I'm upgrading my collection. There is so much shopping now on
line. For example, the Promenade Dance shop is online and has
satin pettipants with layer after layer of pretty pink frills
all round. Although these are quite comfy when under a skirt or
dress, when worn under trousers to work they are great. I can
feel them pressing against me all the time.
The most humiliating experioence happened last year, We stopped
at an "In and out" on way to vegas I was wearing short gray
shorts with Shadowline pink panties underneath. Highschoolers
saw me with panties peeking out and started chanting, "pantyboy,
sissy, panty man, Look, he's wearing panties." My wife
demanded, "Sit there and finish your sandwich." Terribly
exciting, total humilation, caused huge erection. The teens
crowded around to look. I made it to the car with my face and
penis burning....
For the new year, I decided that I would wear bras along with
pink Shadowline panties. For special occasions, like going to
the gym (during off hours to avoid detection) or the doctors, I
will wear matching panties and bra. One guy whistled at me in
the locker room, but my MD didn't even blink!
My bras now feel natural on me, and I feel naked without a bra.
Order stretch underwires online, and you can wear women's sizes.
Due to my girth, I order six to eight inches smaller than my
chest size. Bras are warm, comfortable, and actually give me
support. I take out the underwire by putting a small hole next
to the end of the wire and thread the wire out. That way, the
underwire doesn't poke me in the armpit.
Recently my wife and I got into a fritz. She noticed I was
spending a long time in the shower. Of course the shower was the
only time I get to go without a bra. And it seemed that I would
be in the shower for so long. I bought some new bras to wear in
the shower. ow I have to take my regular bras off, and then get
into a different bra in the shower. The feeling of soap against
nylon is excellent. Now I sleep in bras, I has some very lacy
pink bras just for bedtime wear, so now I'm in bras literally 24
hours a day every day.
If you look carefully, you may see the panty boy with pink
panties peeking out!
Vince Foster http://tinyurl.com/37ws2w
About his murder: http://tinyurl.com/ysj8o
"I am particularly horrified by the use of
propaganda and the manipulation of the
truth and the revision of history." - Hillary
.
When I was four years old, I entered the only bathroom in the
house, and found my mother standing bent over the toilet pulling
on a long-leg panty girdle, then hooking up nylons. That sight
is burnt into my mind even today.
This attraction remained latent until I discovered the habit of
masturbation. I passed the laundry hamper in the basement and
noticed a pair of my mother's panties in the basket. I thought,
"Geez, I wonder how they would feel on my cock while I beat
off?" So I grabbed them and put them in a pants pocket to find
out later that night. It was *wonderful*.
Like most teenage males, I continued to masturbate into Mom's
panties through the high school and into the college years when
I was at home in Arizona. I imagine she KNEW what was up since
she did the laundry, but I was never questioned.
I had to tone down my masturbation and fetishes when I was at
the United States Naval Academy. For one, you had room-mates or
upperclassmen or women (or even female officers) who could "pop"
into the room at any moment. There was no place private where
you could "spank the monkey." There was no place to "hide" a
pair of panties, since your entire room was subject to
inspection anytime. So when I was home from the Academy, I set
the Arizona state record for numbers of times beating off in a
week, so to speak. I went blind several times. :)
I was selected to be a submariner. I read an article in
Playboy(TM) where male runners would wear nylon panties while
running to prevent chafing. I thought, "What an idea and excuse
to get some panties for my own!" I cautiously went to the Navy
Exchange Store at the Charleston SUB-BASE, and bought three
pairs of Vanity Fair underwear as a gift "for my wife." I had
researched sizes and determined that I needed size 8. I liked
(and still like) the pink and patterned full figure briefs. I
was in my Dinner Dress Blues, with submarine dolphins (not
civilian clothes), since I was headed to a formal dining-out.
[Little did the submarine wives know that I was wearing prettier
lingerie under my uniform than they were, with their granny
panties and all.]
The saleswoman was trying to be helpful and suggested, "Are you
certain you have the right size? Your wife must be a very big
woman. We can't accept returns on panties if they are the wrong
size." I began to get a huge erection with all this "female
talk" about panties. I was quite anxious, hoping that they
would make the sale soon. To lingerie sales clerks, panties are
just pieces of fabric. To me, they are essential. Further, it
was deliciously humilating because they noted the absence of a
wedding band on my hand AND noted my Naval Academy ring.
One of clerks demanded, "You're not married. Are these for you
then?" Blushing furiously, I explained with *beet red* face,
"These are for me when I'm running. I read an article about it
and want to try it." The clerks (yes, they congregated around
helpless, bashful old me, like sharks after chum....) smiled and
winked amongst themselves, and *I* wanted to shrink up and blow
away. I did go back to the store weeks later at an entirely
different time (to avoid the original clerks) for additional
pairs without incident. Three pairs wasn't enough. I had to feed
the fetish.
I very cautiously smuggled the panties aboard the submarine,
hidden inside pairs of rolled up socks. Items brought aboard a
submarine are subject to search at any time and I could not face
being labeled as a transvestite by my fellow sailors. Once
during a fire drill I was told to disrobe "due to being
contaminated" and I had to refuse due to the panties under the
poopy suit. It was only a drill, so my excuse was allowed and I
was safe from detection.
I hid panties in the Bachelor Officers Quarters(BOQ) on base in
my dirty laundry, rolled into socks. Once, I was doing my
laundry at the BOQ, and went to get a beer from the Officer's
Lounge, thinking that my come-stained panties would be washed
clean when I got back in a couple of minutes. Another officer
from my boat had transferred my now clean panties and uniform
items into the dryer. He knew my secret then, I figured. He
never said anything to anyone, but he gave me a playtex panty
girdle for my "going away" party to "keep my "girlish figure" in
shape. This one act reignited my girdle fetish.
I met my soon-to-be wife Pennie in the Navy. She was a Navy
dentist, and I allowed her to "catch me"wearing panties in bed
while we were dating. She was very surprised, thinking at first
that the panties I was wearing were hers ["How dare you steal my
underwear!" she said], but later said I was "normal" and that
many men were secret crossdressers. If she only knew how deeply
I was into this panty deal, I thought at the time. I left the
Navy shortly thereafter in 1998.
One of the first shopping excursions we made was to a "Bra and
Girdle" factory outlet (now closed) in New Jersey. She took me
with her nominally to "tag along". We got to the store, full of
women young and old, nary a man in sight, and she said to me, "I
want to purchase 2 girdles and other things." She called a
pretty young clerk over for fitting assistance. This was
extremely interesting to me, because I had guessed at MY sizes
up to this time, and I didn't know how to measure, and as a
bonus- I thought, "Now I will know her sizes for shopping for
her."
At that moment I said to her "Pennie, I think you are too young
for girdles and these bras. I dont like the idea that you will
be wearing girdles." Little did I know what was about to
happen. She replied, "No, Lonnie, YOU will be purchasing and
wearing these." I died right that moment. The clerk measured my
waist, hips, and bust and my wife selected four pairs of pink
panties, four pairs of black seamed stockings, and of course my
two long leg panty girdles and two underwire bras.
I was still blushing at the checkout where Pennie said to the
register woman, "These girdles and things are Ronnie's, he will
be paying by credit card...." When we left the shop, I was
carrying a big bag with my lingerie in it. It was delicously
humiliating.
I work at construction sites, and always wear panties under my
work clothes. Outlet stores and discount shops all out of town
saw me with young clerks buying panties. I tried on a nightgown
in TJ MAXX in Annapolis. The dressing room clerk remarked,
"You look lovely in the gown, is it for you or your wife?" Of
course, it was for me. In Utah, at a Marshall's store, the
very pretty and young clerk was so flustered she couldn't
complete the sale and had to hand off to the manager. At a
Jones Store in Missouri, the clerk wouldn't sell me a pair of
plain nylon panties. She made me beg her to sell them with a
dozen women around waiting to be helped.
I used to dress in a long leg panty girdle and underwire bra
when I was traveling by plane on business. Of course, one must
walk through a metal detector. The garter tabs on the girdle
and the underwire metal on the bra sets off the metal detector,
and you get "wanded" then have to explain (hopefully to a woman)
that you are a crossdresser wearing a girdle and underwire bra.
Once a pretty woman security guard insisted on touching all the
metal that alarmed and I was treated to the experience of having
her hands touch all six garter tabs on my legs and both wires on
the bra. It was a great experience.
Due to the current security situation, I no longer enjoy this
experience and have quit doing it. I don't want the hassle of a
"personal" inspection. I'm not certain of Homeland's Security
policy on secret crossdressers wearing girdles and underwire bras
I'm upgrading my collection. There is so much shopping now on
line. For example, the Promenade Dance shop is online and has
satin pettipants with layer after layer of pretty pink frills
all round. Although these are quite comfy when under a skirt or
dress, when worn under trousers to work they are great. I can
feel them pressing against me all the time.
The most humiliating experioence happened last year, We stopped
at an "In and out" on way to vegas I was wearing short gray
shorts with Shadowline pink panties underneath. Highschoolers
saw me with panties peeking out and started chanting, "pantyboy,
sissy, panty man, Look, he's wearing panties." My wife
demanded, "Sit there and finish your sandwich." Terribly
exciting, total humilation, caused huge erection. The teens
crowded around to look. I made it to the car with my face and
penis burning....
For the new year, I decided that I would wear bras along with
pink Shadowline panties. For special occasions, like going to
the gym (during off hours to avoid detection) or the doctors, I
will wear matching panties and bra. One guy whistled at me in
the locker room, but my MD didn't even blink!
My bras now feel natural on me, and I feel naked without a bra.
Order stretch underwires online, and you can wear women's sizes.
Due to my girth, I order six to eight inches smaller than my
chest size. Bras are warm, comfortable, and actually give me
support. I take out the underwire by putting a small hole next
to the end of the wire and thread the wire out. That way, the
underwire doesn't poke me in the armpit.
Recently my wife and I got into a fritz. She noticed I was
spending a long time in the shower. Of course the shower was the
only time I get to go without a bra. And it seemed that I would
be in the shower for so long. I bought some new bras to wear in
the shower. ow I have to take my regular bras off, and then get
into a different bra in the shower. The feeling of soap against
nylon is excellent. Now I sleep in bras, I has some very lacy
pink bras just for bedtime wear, so now I'm in bras literally 24
hours a day every day.
If you look carefully, you may see the panty boy with pink
panties peeking out!
Vince Foster http://tinyurl.com/37ws2w
About his murder: http://tinyurl.com/ysj8o
"I am particularly horrified by the use of
propaganda and the manipulation of the
truth and the revision of history." - Hillary
.