It was already so distressing and shameful that come puberty, I had experienced the misfortune of ha
It was already so distressing and shameful that come puberty, I had experienced the misfortune of having my body come to develop more like a girl’s, than all of the other boys, but it was a whole another level come my birthday, my mother took a certain kind of perverse amusement at my expense, gifting me sexy lingerie for my “shapely womanly curves”. Horrified, I threw the offending garments into the back of my clothes drawers. I knew it wouldn’t be long until curiosity got the better of me, and in the privacy of my bedroom, I would eventually try on my lingerie. And then I would on another occasion, and another… each time thinking of things more and more shameful….. the men my sexy body would driving crazy with desire for. I hated to imagine if my mother ever found out that I had come to wear the lingerie she got me, and with such regularity. Of course she knew, she had a knack of knowing everything -- source link