Let's Get Humiliated!

Judging from some of the other blogs out there, I know there are lots of other sissy bois who love to be humiliated either in private or in public. I love sharing experiences. Almost from the time I first started crossdressing, I had the insane urge to expose my sissiness to others, particularly to girls who would laugh and tease me. Some of my earliest sexual fantasies involve being humiliated by the cheerleading squad. When I was in high school, I used to sneak around after school hours while they were in practice and get into their lockers (in our school at the time, not everybody had locks on their lockers), and I would steal their clothes and underwear. Then I would go home and put on their clothes and masturbate. My fantasies involved them catching me and dressing me up in front of all of them and humiliating me, forcing me to masturbate while they giggled and sneered at me. Of course, I was very careful that nobody found out that I secretly wore panties, bras, pantyhose, girdles, slips, etc. I had started from a very young age and started my own collection when I was in high school.

Of course, my girlfriend at the time didn't know anything about it, although I did try to drop some hints. I was president of a club in school and made up some story that we had to go through some hazing initiation wherein I had to dress up as a girl. I was hoping she would think it was cute and would share some of her clothes with me, particularly her underwear. I played out the story for some time. While she was sympathetic, she thought the whole notion was a little silly. She did give me some advice about things to wear.

I had told her that part of the initiation was that I had to wear everything including panties, bra, pantyhose, even a slip or possibly a girdle (girls wore them back then). She finally did give me an old half slip of hers, and I was in heaven! I told her that I was going to have to go shopping for a bra and panties. She was understanding of my plight.

That night on the phone, we got to talking about my shopping trip. By this time, I think she was a bit curious about my enthusiasm over having these things. As if conducting an experiment, she told me to put on the bra and panties, and then she asked me how I felt. I told her that it felt a little weird. Then I told her I had to confess that the panties felt very nice. Of course, I had worn stuff like this many times in the past, but I was getting a real thrill talking to my girlfriend on the phone and wearing a pretty new bra and panty set!

She might have sensed a little excitement in my voice. She was quite serious and said, “You know, some men do this.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, knowing perfectly well what she was talking about.

“Well, there are men who put on women’s clothing for a thrill.”

“Well, I’m sure there are,” I said.

She probably went on to explain that these kind of people need psychological help or something. I wasn’t paying much attention because I was quietly playing with myself.

Well, I changed the topic and we talked for another twenty minutes or so. Then I finally told her I was going to take off the bra and panties. She was totally shocked. “You’ve been wearing them all this time?!”

“Well, yeah, I was under the covers, and I had them on. I had to get up to take them off…” I was acting innocent about the matter. She was really disturbed that I would have left them on for so long while we talked. That just didn’t seem right to her. The poor girl didn’t know what to think. Here she was talking to her boyfriend while he’s wearing a bra and panties. Oh my!

I continued to seek out her help with suggestions for pantyhose. She told me about her favorite pair of JC Penney Subtle Shaper Pantyhose. It was a cheap thrill to be talking to a girl about pantyhose. I asked if I could try on a pair of hers for size, but no luck. She said I could just use the sizing chart on the package. It was thrill enough to open the package and examine the pantyhose that my girlfriend put on every day and then put them on myself! I continued to wear that brand and style for years. They don't make them anymore.

I got through my pretend hazing incident. Of course, I never went out dressed as a girl. Back then, I was too scared to go out like that anyway. The point of the whole episode was to tell my sweet, innocent, virginal girlfriend that, yes, I put on girls underwear: a bra, panties, pantyhose just like hers, and HER slip!

That was about the extent of my self-exposure during my high-school years. I was always afraid of being exposed to my parents.

BUT, there is MUCH more to come!!