I'm Addicted

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I don’t know why, but every time I wear a bra, my nipples stand erect. It’s always been that way. It makes me feel feminine and sexy at the same time. When I was young, dressing in girl’s clothes was erotic for me, but I knew it was more than that. When I started wishing to be a girl, I knew I was different.

I looked through the JC Penny and Sears catalogs choosing my wardrobe for the time when I became a real girl. As many of you, I’m sure, I thought I was crazy. How could I explain the magical attraction I felt for feminine clothing. Not to mention my real desire to be a girl. The boys in the neighborhood gave me funny looks when I wanted to be a girl in our make believe games. Somehow pretending to be a woman while playing army didn’t fit with their idea of fun.

I must’ve started puberty early, because I remember masturbating at a young age, while pretending to be a girl. Still, I had heterosexual desires. I almost had gay sex once, when I was fourteen, but the guy didn’t really know what he was doing and I wasn’t really attracted to him or his brother.

Spinning forward, and getting back to the subject, I love wearing my bras. I’m addicted to the way they make me feel, but I can’t wear them in public. You see I’m overweight so I have naturally large breasts. Wearing a bra would be noticed.

After my traffic accident, I’m back to wearing my camisoles and panties most everywhere I go, but I have to wait to wear my bras. Darn, I wish I were a girl.

                                                 With Love, Francine