Date: Tue, 19 Oct 2004 12:58:12 GMT
From: "teresawood1@juno.com" <teresawood1@juno.com>
Subject: The Ice Storm TG

	This story is not exciting, nor in any way meant to be erotic. This
story is absolutely true which you will no doubt believe when you read
it. Nothing really happens, there is no plot, just an attempt to describe
the wonderful experience I had one night as a youth.

      Our winters are somewhat mild here in Kentucky but we do occasionally
have a small blizzard or ice storm. One of the later fell one January day
when I was twelve. The roads were impassible for three wonderful days and
school had already been cancelled. In anticipation of the storm my mother
had bundled me and my brother up and taken us to her sister's house. My
mother was always scared of storms, of any type, and felt safer if we were
somewhere besides our crappy little house.
	To this point in my life I had only dressed up in whatever dirty
clothes my mother had left in the hamper. A pair of panties, a bra, once in
a while a pair of pantyhose had been the pinnacle of my dress up sessions.
Only once had I had the opportunity to wear a slip and then I had nothing
else to wear with it. I would turn on the water in the bathtub and hastily
don whatever was available, masturbate, and then replace everything as I
had found it. After splashing some water around I would leave wearing a
damp towel with no one the wiser.
	Many times I had vowed never to do it again and then find myself in
a bra within the week. I had no self-discipline at all in those days. Just
the sight of an edge of lace and I was committed to trying on whatever I
could find. Over the years since I have gone through two major purges of my
wardrobe and yet each time I would eventually restock but at that point in
my life I had not even a single pair of panties to call my own.
	We went to my Aunt's house and she was glad to see us. Her husband
was a truck driver and was on the road for the next week. She and her two
children, a boy two years older than me and a girl my age, were looking
forward to having visitors to break up the monotony of being cooped up
inside the house. We had a pleasant first day as we watched the ice form on
the trees and the snowfall afterwards. The state police ordered all the
roads closed and nothing moved within sight of my aunt's rural home.
	When night arrived we all got ready for bed, I assuming that I
would be on the couch or a pallet in the floor. Each of my cousins had
their own room; the older male cousin had a double bed and my female cousin
a single. My aunt and uncle had a king-size bed in their room. When my aunt
started explaining the sleeping arrangements, my heart almost climbed into
my throat.
	My younger brother was to sleep with my male cousin as the cousin
and I didn't always get along. My female cousin was to sleep with my aunt
and my mom in the king-size bed. That left the last room for me.
	Me, all alone in a girl's room! All alone with her clothes, her
canopy bed, and a whole night to myself! I tried to act nonchalant about it
and conceal my excitement but I couldn't have done it very well. Still, no
one seemed to notice and within an hour I lay in the frilliest, most
girlish bed I had ever seen. I lay there under the flowers and teddy bears
embroidered on the covers and between the pink satin sheets with eyes wide
and ears straining, waiting impatiently for everyone to go to bed.
	Finally deeming it safe I slipped from the covers and peaked down
the hall. No one was stirring. Everything was dark. It was time.
	I closed the door and locked it, pulling a rug up and over the
bottom of the door so no light would show. Then I turned on the lights and
tiptoed over to my cousin's dresser.
	How my hands shook as I slid that first drawer out! How my heart
pounded as I viewed the tangled pile of silk and satin panties I found
there! I took out ever pair, looking for the nicest, prettiest pair to try
on. It didn't hurt my feelings at all that my cousin was a very pretty girl
and liked to wear very feminine clothing. At that point in my life I hadn't
realized my longings to be with a man while dressed as a woman. At that
point wearing girly things made me feel like I was closer to being with
those unattainable creatures.
	Soon I had made my choice of a pair of silky pink panties with lace
around the legs and a lacey flower right on the front. I slid them on and
very nearly came I was so aroused. I had different plans that night though,
and resisted the urge to touch myself.
	My plans were unsophisticated. I had only thought to wear the
panties and a nightgown and so that was where I went next. I looked for the
nightwear but when I slid open the next door I found myself confronted with
a pretty white bra. Regretfully closing that drawer I went on looking for a
nightgown, thinking that I was taking a big enough risk as it was. Once I
had found the nightgowns I chose one, put it on, turned off the lights, and
slid back into bed.
	It felt so wonderful! I lay there pretending to be a girl, feeling
of my silky nightwear and panties. I kept the covers pulled up to my neck,
still afraid that someone would walk in despite the locked door. It all
just felt so good! I couldn't sleep though; there was no way that I dared
take that risk. I might sleep through until morning and then where would I
be? Then the memory of that bra came back to me, and I began to wonder what
it would feel like to wear that under the nightgown.
	Finally unable to hold back I left the bed and turned the light
back on and hurried back to the appropriate drawer. There it was, the only
`real' bra my cousin had other than a pile of training bras. This one was
much nicer, and had a little bit of padding built in. I slipped it on and
not liking how it fit me added a single sock from another drawer to each
cup. It now fit much nicer. With the nightgown back in place I turned off
the lights and slipped back into bed.
	I lay there in the dark, arranging the covers so that they fell
just below my breasts. I pretended that I really was a girl and that if
anyone came in they would have to notice my breasts but it would be ok
because I was a girl. I thought that was how a girl would naturally sleep.
I lay there in absolute bliss for several minutes, playing out scenarios in
my mind of my life if I really was female.
	I would sleep in this wonderful bed and wear my panties and
nightgown just like I was now. I would also wear a bra, even to sleep, just
because I could and besides; they were so comfortable! Why wouldn't I wear
one to bed? And I would need to decide what I was going to wear to school
tomorrow. A dress, certainly. What else? I thought about wearing a dress
for a while and then decided to actually get up and put one on, pretending
that I really was getting ready for school.
	My courage gathered I slid from the bed and flipped the lights on
(again), then crossed the room again to the dresser. I quietly opened each
drawer, hoping to find the type of slip I wanted. There it was, in the
bottom drawer! It was knee length and satin, a pure virginal white in color
with lace at the bottom and across the bodice. It was so perfect and felt
so good against my face. I removed my nightgown and opened the topmost
drawer where I had seen the pantyhose earlier and chose a pair that was tan
in color.
	Carefully I slid the pantyhose up my legs. Next I dropped the slip
over my head and then walked determinedly towards the closet. Then I
noticed the most wonderful feeling I had up to then ever experienced; the
feel of a cool slip sliding across pantyhose over hairless legs. I stopped
there in the middle of the floor and just held myself, smoothing the slip
against my body. My mother only had cotton slips that I had seen, nothing
like this heavenly garment.
      My cock jutted out forcefully, begging me to touch it just once but I
refused. I wasn't done with this fantasy just yet. I hated the way it
looked, ruining the smooth lines of my feminine underwear. I thought about
trying to push it back between my legs but knew that would be an impossible
task. Not only was I too hard to ever push that far back if I touched
myself now I would cum all over my cousin's panties, likely staining the
pantyhose and slip as well. There would be no way I could hide or explain
that.
      Exhilarating in every step, the slip rubbing against my
pantyhose-covered thighs as I stepped, my toes stroking the carpet through
their own pantyhose prison, the bra gripping and squeezing my chest
wonderfully, the panties wonderfully gripping my raging erection, I glided
across the room to my cousin's closet, intending to choose a dress to put
on to wear to `school'.
      That's when my courage gave out.
      I knew that closet was against the wall of my male cousin's room, and
I also knew the door opened by folding out and could be really loud. I
considered my chances of fumbling around in the closet, picking and donning
a dress and putting it back without waking my cousin or my brother and
realized that I just couldn't risk it. Shaking in desire and fear I
retreated to my discarded nightgown and pulled it back on over my slip.
      This time when I got back in bed I gave in to one impulse, perhaps a
gift to myself for denying myself the chance to wear a dress, and left the
lights on. I lay there in bed looking at myself, again playing with the
covers, trying to find just the right place for them as I lay there in
complete and total rapture.
      Again and again I thought about taking the clothes off and getting
some sleep but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Sleep was not at all
important to me even though I knew I was tired. I lay there touching my
borrowed underwear, peeking down my own bodice, and pretended to be a
girl. Everything was just so perfect then, sometime after 3 o'clock in the
morning; I fell asleep in mid fantasy.
      Now is when you expect me to reveal myself getting caught the next
morning still dressed in my cousin's frills but no, I woke up just over an
hour later with my heart hammering and body still tingling from the
clothing I was wearing. I regretfully returned them to where I found them
nearly crying with sadness at being forced to give them up.
      The next morning I woke up relatively rested and filled with memories
of the best night I had ever had up to that point in my life. The ice storm
broke early and my mom took us home that next day so I didn't have the
opportunity to spend another night in my cousin's room. Although I did
occasionally have the chance to see and feel her clothes in later years,
never again did I have the opportunity to wear any of them.
      That night is still one of my favorite memories and any number of
fantasies have evolved from it. The feel of those pretty, frilly clothes
and my soft, feminine surroundings never cease to thrill me.