6 comments/ 69670 views/ 19 favorites College Crossdressing Confessions By: wifetoy My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. She delights in my need to live under her feminizing control. As part of my training, she has ordered me to confess my prior deviant acts to the world. In this series, I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. As indicated in a previous story, "Wife in Control Ch. 3", I discovered the pleasures of wearing my sister's panties, pantyhose, ballet tights, and other soft and girly things as a teenager. These panty pleasures culminated in my moving into her old room as an eighteen year old high school senior and playing in her panty drawer and closet on a daily basis. I relished the pleasures of that year rubbing my rock hard cock with her body lotion, while admiring my pantied ass and legs softly covered in the various hues of the pantyhose and tights she left behind when she went off to college. It wasn't that I wanted to be a girl or saw myself as trapped in the wrong body. Instead, I coveted the opportunity to wrap myself in her femininity. My sister had a sweet, feminine beauty that I adored. I enjoyed the feeling of simply wearing her most feminine lingerie, hosiery, and even the occasional dress almost as much as the orgasmic rush of pulling my cock over the band of her pantyhose and jacking off while pointing my hose covered toes in the air. Wearing her feminine clothes gave me a certain intimacy with her that was as addictive as it was difficult to explain. Outside of this kink, I was a very aggressive hetero young man who was relatively successful in my pursuit of the girls in my affluent and somewhat sexually conservative social group. In 1986, I graduated from high school and headed off to college at SMU in Dallas leaving behind my special relationship with the silky contents of my sister's panty and hosiery drawers. Other than occasionally pilfering a pair of panties from the dryer in the dorm laundry to jack off in when my roommate was out of town for the weekend, I suppressed my urge to frolic in women's "unmentionables" as my grandmother called them. Instead, I turned my attention to chasing the girls I encountered on the SMU campus. SMU has a very wealthy student body, and the coeds were very beautiful, fashionable, and well maintained. The daddy's little girl syndrome was alive and well, but there were also many very cool, fun young women who were as smart as they were beautiful. I was an all American looking guy and pledged a top fraternity, so I was around some of the most beautiful and accomplished women on campus on a daily basis. While I had some sexual success and was great friends with many of these beautiful sorority girls, I never connected with any of these women on a long-term romantic basis. In short, I was a good friend and a fun date. I had a lot of short term flings, but nothing serious. My sophomore year, I lived in an apartment with three other guys, so my life was more of the same. I was a good student, but I had a great time as a typical wild fraternity boy, although I would like to think without the douche bag and asshole connotations. I kept my fantasies of playing in the panty drawers of those cute sorority girls to myself and did not act on them. At the end of my sophomore year, however, that old itch resurfaced. Right after we finished exams, one the girls who was a "good friend" invited me to come to her hometown to be her escort for the weekend of a charity ball. Lauren was a tall, attractive girl, but we did not have a sexual connection other than a few drunken make out sessions. She wanted a fun date without the drama of dealing with a boy she did not know well. I was happy to oblige in return for free drinks and a fun party. I stayed in the guest room of her parent's luxury condominium in downtown Houston. There was a cocktail party on Friday night before the Saturday night ball. She looked beautiful in a short cocktail dress with sheer hose and pretty black satin pumps (keep in mind this was the late 1980's), and we had a great time without the pressures (or the pleasures, unfortunately) of romantic entanglement. On Saturday, while she was out shopping with her mother, I went to take a shower in the bathroom shared between Lauren's room and the guest room. As I undressed, I noticed the familiar sight of the leg of a pair of pantyhose hanging over the side of the waste basket. Lauren's pantyhose had a small run in them, and she had thrown them away. Knowing I was alone in the house for a while, that old urge came over me. I sat on the cold marble floor of the bathroom and put on the pantyhose, pulling them carefully up my legs. They were very luxurious sheer to waist pantyhose and felt great on my legs as I pulled them high up my above my waist. In a rush, those old familiar feelings returned as I admired my legs covered in the silky, shiny, evening hose. As I stretched out my legs, I could feel the cold marble floor on my ass through the sheer hose. After savoring the feeling of my hose covered legs for a few minutes on the floor. I reached up on the vanity and grabbed a bottle of Lauren's body lotion. I squeezed the floral smelling lotion into my hand, pulled the waist band of the hose down to expose my now hard cock, and began to stroke my cock. It was incredible. I thought of Lauren in her pretty dress wearing these very same pantyhose just a few hours earlier. I imagined wearing the dress and her black satin stiletto pumps. The feeling of experiencing her femininity and the beauty of her hose covered legs by wearing her pantyhose was incredible. As I stroked myself, I leaned forward in the sitting position so my asshole came in contact with the cold marble floor through the sheer pantyhose. I pushed my sphincter out to maximize the contact with the floor and rock my body so my hose covered ass slid back and forth on the marble floor. The pantyhose and the sensation of the cold floor on my asshole drove me over the top. I spurted powerfully in my cupped hand as I came violently, shaking while I continued to stroke my cock through the end of my orgasm. I was spent, but I knew, like an addict, my suppressed fetish had been reawakened. When I arrived back in Dallas after the weekend, my roommates had already moved home for the summer. Still buzzing from my rediscovery of the joys of pantyhose and alone in the apartment, I went on a search mission. I walked to a large apartment complex near my place that was popular with female students and entered the laundry room after surveying the area to make sure no one was around. I quickly checked the machines and soon found a treat. In one of the dryers, I found several pair of white string bikini panties and a mesh hosiery bag containing a pair of white pantyhose. While I had always been an honest person and would not normally steal anything, the excitement of my reawakened fetish overcame any sense of morality. With my heart beating faster from the rush of potential discovery and the naughty thrill of playing in the panties and stockings, I quickly grabbed a pair of the panties and the white pantyhose, shoved them in my pocket, and rushed home. Safely locked in the apartment, I breathlessly undressed and pulled on the panties. They were made of real silk, which I had never encountered before, and felt very tight as they cupped my cock and balls in feminine softness. I was so turned on that I almost fell down as I hurriedly pulled on the white pantyhose and pulled them up my legs. They felt incredible on my legs and around my ass and cock. I admired myself in the mirror, posing like a hot young sorority girl. Crazed with lust, I walked to the kitchen area and grabbed a knife. I pulled the panty hose and the panties down to my thighs and cut a slit in the pantyhose and the panties, splitting them from the crotch panel backward a few inches. I pulled the panties and the pantyhose back up and pulled my cock and balls through the slit. I was rock hard as I grabbed some lotion off of my dresser and climbed on the bed. With my legs stretched out in front of me, my lower half looked like a sexy young woman, except of course for the stiff cock sticking up from the crotch of the pantyhose. I crossed my legs and rubbed them together enjoying the feeling of my silky legs sliding easily across each other. I was in pantyhose heaven as the girlish feelings I remembered so fondly from my sister's bedroom came rushing back. As I began to rub the lotion on my cock, my eye caught my umbrella sitting against the door frame. It was broken, but I had not bothered to throw it out. Eyeing the wooden handle of the large golf umbrella, I had a particularly depraved idea. I stood up and walked across the room, further titillated by the sensation of my hose covered feet sliding on the carpet as I walked. I grabbed the umbrella and brought it over to the bed. I rubbed a large amount of lotion over the wooden handle, which was about 6 inches long and was thick with four raised knobs to form a natural hand grip. I turned over on my knees with ass pointing to my wooden headboard. I reached back and ripped the hole in the crotch of the pantyhose wider to expose my asshole. Propping the tip of the umbrella on the headboard, I reached between my legs and lifted the well-greased wooden handle through the slit in the pantyhose and the panties to rest it against my asshole. Returning my hand to my cock, I pushed my panty covered ass back against the umbrella handle forcing the first knob on the end of the handle into my ass. It hurt at first as it forced open my sphincter, which had apparently forgotten the experience of my early anal adventures in my sister's room. Soon the fire subsided as my asshole relaxed to accommodate the invasion. I began stroking my cock with the lotion and pushed back on the umbrella handle impaling my ass further over the next two knobs. Then, I started rocking back and forth on the umbrella handle which caused it to rub against my prostate as the last knob stimulated the rim of my asshole, stretching it open each time I rocked back. It felt incredible. I felt an orgasm building up inside of me and surrendered to the intense dual stimulation of my cock and ass. I stroked furiously as I rocked back and forth, fucking myself on the umbrella handle. My ass contracted around the handle as my orgasm seemed to sweep over me in a wave launched deep within my bowels. With cum spurting uncontrollably on the bed, my entire body shook with exquisite pleasure with each successive orgasmic wave. Spent, I slid the umbrella handle out of my ass and fell to the bed. As I lay on the bed in the stolen panties and pantyhose, the post orgasmic lull exacerbated my feelings of guilt over my theft, and I promised myself I would not do it again. I threw the umbrella and the panties and the pantyhose in the dumpster behind my apartment and went to bed. The next morning, I awoke horny once again and sad that I had not saved the evidence for one more wearing. Before I had a chance to stroke myself to relieve the urge, Lauren called to see if I would help carry a few of the heavier items as she moved out of her apartment to go home for the summer. She was a good friend, and her parents had spent a lot of money on me the past weekend so I readily agreed. Lauren lived with 3 other girls in a house off campus, but was moving out because she was spending the fall semester in Europe as was the tradition for many wealthy SMU coeds. Two of her roommates had already moved home for the summer, but her third roommate, Leslie, was going to summer school so she had just gone home for a couple of weeks and had not moved out. Leslie was a beautiful 5'7" blonde girl with a tight athletic body. I did not know her that well. She had the reputation of being a rich bitch, but Lauren said she was just quiet. Whatever the truth of that debate, it was undisputed that she was smoking hot. She was still head over heels for her boyfriend from high school who went to another college so she never went out, sadly depriving me and my fellow male students of her beauty and her body. I arrived at Lauren's house as she was packing up boxes and began carrying her stereo and some furniture out to a trailer that she had rented. After I made a few trips, she announced that she needed to go to the store and get some packing tape. She told me just to stay there and watch her place for a few minutes so she did not have to lock up. In my horniness, my remorse from the night before faded, and I decided to take a quick look around. Laurens stuff was mostly boxed up and the first two drawers of her dresser were empty when I hurriedly opened them, my hands shaking with excitement and sexual adrenaline. The third drawer was filled with shorts and t-shirts which was no help at all. The fourth drawer, however, contained her aerobics clothes. My heart thumped with excitement as I ran my hands through the spandex leotards and tights in various colors. My fear of getting caught since Lauren knew I was here alone overcame my desire to pilfer the entire drawer so I quickly grabbed one of two pairs of shiny black Lycra tights and shoved them in my pocket. Knowing that Lauren would be back in a few minutes, I moved quickly into Leslie's room. She had only left to visit her parents the day before so the scent of her perfume and various lotions and powders lingered. Fighting the intoxication of the feminine surroundings, I opened her first drawer, which was her panty and sock drawer. The drawer mainly contained cotton bikini panties in assorted colors, which did not scratch my particular itch. I did, however find a pair of white satin string bikini panties and shoved it in my pocket without taking the time to examine them. I found feminine knee highs and ankle socks to be very sexy and would have loved to take several pairs, but had to hurry. I quickly grabbed a pair of white ankle socks decorated with black polka dots and put them in my pocket. My hands shook as I opened the next drawer and realized I had found her lingerie drawer full of slips and bras and assorted wonderfulness. I lifted three rather ordinary slips to discover the mother lode. I found a white body suit made of very heavy lace that stretched in my hands. It looked very expensive because the lace was so heavy it was opaque. The exquisite body suit seemed much too fine for a college student and must have been a gift from her boyfriend. I shoved the body suit into my pants and raced to the car to hide my feminine finds. I shoved them in the center console and returned to the living room of Laurens house breathless from the erotic excitement of my horny heist. I was just in time as Lauren arrived home. I raced to finish helping her load the trailer because of my eagerness rush home and model my illicit intimates in front of the mirror in a flesh flogging fashion show. After we finished loading, I sped home and ran inside as quickly as possible. I stripped down and eagerly pulled the shiny black tights over my feet and up my legs to my waist. I pulled the white lace body suit on and put my arms through the straps. The body suit was firm and heavy, giving a girdle like feeling of support and control. I then put on the ankle socks, which were particularly thin, silky and feminine. I stood to admire myself in the full length mirror by the bed. Madonna was just becoming a superstar, and I loved that my outfit resembled her lace and spandex look of the moment, just like a trendy girl. My stomach tingled with the butterflies of taboo arousal. I moved to the bed and, lying on my back, stretched my legs toward the ceiling. The black tights looked like black liquid poured evenly over my legs. They felt even better as I rubbed my legs together and enjoyed the feeling of the smooth texture. I was about to explode. I grabbed a pair of scissors from my desk. I unsnapped the crotch of the body suit, pulled the tights down to my thighs, and cut a slit in the panel at the crotch of the tights. I quickly pulled the tights up and snapped the crotch of the body suit. Moving back to the bed, I grabbed some lotion and a towel. I jumped on the bed and pulled my now raging hard on through the hole in the crotch of the tights. I moved the crotch of the body suit to the left and pulled my cock and balls through the right side leg opening so that the crotch of the body suit was smooth against my pubic mound beside my cock. Squeezing the lotion into my hand, I reached my hand around my cock and began a long term relationship with the tights and body suit. After smoothing the lotion on my cock slowly and smoothly at first, I was soon stroking my cock at a fevered pitch while I held my legs in the air, admiring how lusciously feminine the tights and the dainty socks looked on my legs and feet. I imagined how hot they looked when the girls from school wore them around campus. I fantasized about how hot Leslie must have looked when she wore the body suit and imagined her sexy body in it as she wore it for her boyfriend. Stroking myself toward orgasm, I thought of how hot and nasty I would be as Leslie wearing this outfit. How I would let my boyfriend unsnap the crotch, pull the tights down to my thighs and pull my tights encased legs over his shoulders as he entered me, filling me with his cock. An orgasm rocked through my body as I pointed my toes in the air like I imagined Leslie would as she came with her cute sock covered feet pointed over the head of her boyfriend as he thrust into her and pushed her over the edge. I quickly grabbed the towel beside me and spread it across my waist as my orgasm hit me hard and the contractions from deep inside me pushed the ropes of cum out of my cock and onto the towel. Breathing deeply, I moaned with the pleasure of each contraction, milking my cock until it was spent and beginning to soften. As I settled back on the bed, I basked in the wonderful feeling of my newly acquired clothes. I knew that my addiction was back stronger than ever and my naughty ways were here to stay. As packed to go home for the summer that same day, I made sure to pack the body suit, tights, and ankle socks thinking of the pleasure that they would bring me, but unaware that they were just the start of my girly collection. College Crossdressing Confessions Ch. 02 My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. As part of my training, she has ordered me to confess my prior deviant acts to the world. This is the second part of a series in which I obey her command that I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Once I was home from SMU and working my summer job, the black tights and heavenly body suit that I pilfered from Lauren and her roommate kept me satisfied for a few weeks of regular dress up sessions before I needed some variety for my feminine fix. My friend Evan was also home from school for the summer. Evan's father was a very successful physician, and his parents spent most weekends at their vacation home, leaving their beautiful home to us as our private party house. We got away with this because we did not abuse it and kept the crowd to about 8 or 10, mostly couples (no more than one for each bedroom). Evan had three older sisters, two out of college and married and one, Carla, who had just graduated from USC and was spending her summer working on Capital Hill. Carla was the prototypical spoiled American princess. She was also smoking hot. She was about 5'6"with tan Mediterranean skin and a tight body, small high breasts, and a great ass that perfectly filled her small bikini bottom when she tanned by their pool. She was very much the bitchy, prissy older sister. She was also well aware of her gifts and delighted in teasing her brother's friends. Carla was a fixture in my jack off fantasies. We were spending another weekend hanging out at Evan's house. After a blow out Friday night, I was spending Saturday night sitting around watching movies with Evan, his girlfriend, and a couple of other friends. The other friends left to go home early to sleep off the previous night. Evan's girlfriend had her head on his lap, and he soon got up saying they were going to turn in early, I assume after a spirited fuck session. Evan suggested I just crash at his house since my parents were away. "You can just sleep in Carla's room." I accepted the invitation, trying not to look too excited. In the past, Carla's room had been off limits because she was usually home from school when we were. Carla's room was at the other end of the house from Evan's room, which was off of the rec room his parents had added to the back of the house. Telling them good night, I walked down the hall and into Carla's room. I carefully locked the door behind me, and began to explore my opportunities. Since I had the door safely locked, I tried to take my time, but my heart raced as I opened her panty drawer. I trembled as I fondled her tiny string bikini panties. I hurriedly removed my clothes and tried on several pairs of panties. I felt so good and girly as I posed in front of the mirror in her panties. Pretty pink, naughty black lace, and pure white satin string bikinis all looked and felt so great covering my maleness in Carla's femininity. I selected a white satin pair that covered my cock and balls in silky pleasure for later use. I moved to the second drawer. It was more than half empty, but was the drawer where Carla kept her workout clothes. She had obviously packed several workout outfits to wear in Washington. I felt that familiar feeing in the pit of my stomach as I pulled out a pair of white Danskin shimmer stirrup tights and a blouson top leotard. I had found my first outfit. I pulled the tights on stretching up my waist, and fixed the stirrups so they were straight over my feet. The tights were small for me, but stretched enough for me to wear them when I pulled them high up my waist. The smallness actually made them hug my balls and cock even tighter with delightful shiny lycra. I pulled on the leotard, which was light pastel purple with a loose cotton top, which was perfect for fitting my broader upper body, and a tight stretchy panty with high cut legs. It was very similar to the leotard that Olivia Newton John wore in one of her videos. I pulled the leotard up my body and put my arms through the armholes. It barely fit, but felt great, tightly squeezing my cock and balls so they flattened into a mound. Lying down on the bed, I stretched my legs up and admired how feminine they looked in the white opaque shimmer tights. I felt like a feminine modern dancer with my bare toes pointing through the stirrups. Taking my time, I rubbed my hands up my shiny white legs soaking in the warm sensations and imagining how sexy Carla looked working out in this outfit. Knowing that these were her leotard and tights and thinking about her smoking hot ass and beautiful body filling them out as she stretched and strained her way through a workout made wearing them even naughtier. I also found a pair of big, slouchy aerobics socks in the drawer and pulled those over my feet enjoying the sensation the socks sliding over the satiny tights. I felt like an 80's aerobics queen. I moved her mirror so I could see myself on the bed. I stretched and posed in the mirror. It felt so sexy being in Carla's leotard and tights, like I was sharing a part of her femininity. I had to come. I reached down to the leotard panty and pulled the tights down on one side and pulled my cock out from it spandex nesting place. I reached up to her bedside table and opened the drawer to investigate my lotion options. I grabbed some lotion out of the drawer and filled my hand with lotion before spreading it on my now hard cock. As I stroked myself, I lifted my legs up and again imagined Carla's legs as she worked hard in her aerobics classes. It did not take me long before I came, spurting into my cupped hand. I cleaned myself up and pulled up the tights and leotard and sat on the bed reading her woman's magazines until my interest in some more searching in her drawer grew again. Looking at the great clothes and smelling the perfume samples in the magazines soon reawakened my feminine longings. I got up, still enjoying the leotard and tights cupping my reviving cock, and pulled open her bottom drawer. This was her sock drawer. At first I found the usual cotton ankle socks and preppy knee socks since Carla was definitely a preppy little cock tease. Then, much to my surprise, I found a pair of what appeared to be silky white ribbed thigh high stockings. While common today, these were very rare in the late 1980's and not something a "nice sorority girl" like Carla would normally wear. Carla had apparently developed a bit of a naughty side at college, and I was eager to share in her naughtiness. I hurriedly pulled off the leotard and tights. Sitting on Carla's bed, I pulled the deliciously soft thigh high stockings up my leg stretching each of them as far up my thigh as they would go. I reached up on the wall and pulled a framed mirror off the wall and leaned it against the head board of Carla's bed so I could watch myself from another angle. I leaned back on the bed, stretched my legs high in the air, and pointed my toes to show off my girly legs. The white thigh high's looked very feminine contrasted with my tanned legs. They were opaque, but had a shiny hue. I imagined how sexy they would look on Carla's darkly tanned legs. I continued to pose in the mirror, incredibly turned on by the white stockings. I reached into Carla's bedside table drawer and noticed a large fat novelty writing pen with her Delta Delta Delta sorority letters printed down its length sitting in the drawer. Ever the anal slut, I spread some lotion on the pen and pressed the end of it against my puckered asshole. My sphincter gave way and I eased the pen into my ass enjoying the full feeling of penetration. I pumped the lotion into my other hand and began stroking my cock. At the same time, I started to push the pen in and out of my asshole, gently fucking myself while I admired the view like my own porno movie in the mirror. Picking up my pace on my cock and my ass, I imagined Carla being fucked by her boyfriend wearing these same stockings. I pulled my legs over my head and imagined that his dick was fucking me just as he fucked her while she placed her legs over his shoulder- the soft white innocence of the cute ribbed stockings beautifully corrupted by her primitive lust as she pulled her ass toward him to meet each thrust of his cock. With my two pronged efforts, fucking my ass with the Tri-Delt pen and stroking my cock, it did not take long before my orgasm began to rise deep within my bowels. I pushed the fat pen deeper into my ass. I enjoyed a naughty laugh in the midst of my pleasure as the last Delta disappeared into my asshole and only the tip remained visible, tightly gripped by my fingers. With the pen stretching my asshole and pushing against my prostate, my entire lower body was enveloped in waves of pleasure as my sphincter began to contracting around the hard plastic of the pen in quickening spasms. I straightened out my legs to maximize the rushing orgasm as it overcame me. My cock began shooting thick ropes of come onto my stomach and chest as I continued to fuck myself with the pen driving the intense anal pleasure through the end of my orgasm. As my cock gradually softened in my hand, I slipped the pen from my ass, carefully removed the thigh high's, cleaned up my mess. I put the leotard and tights carefully back in Carla's drawer, but slipped the thigh highs into my bag along with the pair of cute panties I had collected earlier to add to my collection. I showered, pulled on pair of Carla's pink bikini panties, and climbed into Carla's bed, enjoying the warm contentment of our feminine connection under her soft girly sheets. Several weeks later, after I had milked my existing girly tights, panties and stockings to their limits, I had an urge for new stuff. Still stuck in my parents' house for two weeks before school started, I had to be creative. I have always had a fetish for garter belts and stockings, but had not come across anything remotely close in my search through the drawers of my fellow coeds or friends' sisters. I hatched a plan. I went to our local department store to see what I could find. I arrived at the store shortly after it opened. Thankfully it was not crowded. I headed to the lingerie department. I made up a story that I was trying a joke gift for my sister's wedding and asked whether they had a garter belt or something I could give her for a laugh just between us (looking back on it, that may be creepier than my cross dressing fetish) The cute sales girl was about 25. She smirked when I told her my story about a gift for my sister. "I can help you find something, um, for your sister" she giggled. You would not believe how many men come in here looking for pretty girly things for their sisters or girlfriends. What color would you like, I mean do you think your sister would like?" "I think she would like black, anyway it is just a joke gift," I responded, failing to conceal my nervousness. She smiled and nodded her head "Sure, I understand." She went over to the corner the department and pulled a black satin garter belt out from the rack. "This one is on sale and comes with black stockings and cute matching panties, if you want to wear panties with it, I mean if you think your sister would," she said with a knowing smile. Sensing my fear, she played with me. "Do you think your sister would like these cute matching panties," she teased holding up the black satin string bikini panties. "Yes, I think she would," I managed to say while trying to maintain my composure. She rang up the sale, smiling mischievously the entire time, and handed me the package, saying "my name is Heather. If you need any other sexy lingerie for your sister, come back and see me. I will be glad to help you pick something out." I raced home, turned on beyond belief by imagining what the sales girl was thinking and what she would tell her friends about the college boy who bought the garter belt, stockings, and panties. From her smile, it was clear that she knew the truth. I knew that that possibility would fuel numerous fantasies in the future. My parents were out of town, so, when I arrived home, I immediately stripped off my clothes. I hurriedly stretched the garter belt around my waist and fastened the hook and eye closures. I tore open the package containing the stockings and rolled them slowly up my legs, clipping them to the metal garters, and then pulled the panties up over the garters. I stood up and paraded in front of the mirror, enjoying the girly results of my successful mission. I grabbed some baby oil off of the counter and pulled my cock and balls through the leg of the panties. Leaning on the bed in front of my sister's full length mirror, I squirted the baby oil into my cupped hand and began furiously pumping my cock. I stretched out my legs to tighten my ass around my prostate and admired myself in the mirror, thinking about Heather, the cute the sales girl, forcing me to try on naughty lingerie as she laughed at my sissy need to be girly. Triggered by this fantasy, I came violently trying in vain to collect the squirts of cum in my hand. I cleaned up and folded my new lingerie away with my collection, so I could take it to school when I left the following week. I felt a little guilty about my fetish, especially taking things from girls, but knew that I could never stop. College Crossdressing Confessions Ch. 03 My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. This is the third in a series in which I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Please read the first two installments for context. * My two roommates from the year before had decided to study abroad for the semester in England. Because of their late decision, I had to scramble to find a place to live. I decided I would just try to find a place on my own and went back to school early to look. After a few days of looking, I found a one bedroom garage apartment that was owned by a professor in the business school. I moved in that day. The garage apartment was furnished, and, like all good anal sluts, the first thing I looked for when I entered the apartment was something that would be fun to stick up my ass. I immediately noticed the bed posts at the foot of the bed. The posts had a large wooden tear drop shaped bulb on the top that was slightly pointed and then gradually expanded out and then narrowed before it met the rail. It was kind of shaped like a large wooden butt plug. I was fairly experienced at the pleasures of sticking things up my ass by that time, but the posts were big, more than 2 1/2 inches at the widest part. I am not saying that I made the decision to rent the apartment based on this feature, but it did not hurt (the decision that is, the bed post would actually hurt a lot). Once I settled in, I began to enjoy the wonderful first weeks of school when everyone is glad to see each other, and there is nothing to do except drink and have fun. The first night at the fraternity house was great, but I drank way too much and woke up alone in my apartment at almost 11:30 the next morning with a huge hangover, edgy and horny. My horny thoughts soon turned to my girly clothes, and I decided to dress up. I reached into my secret hiding place and pulled out the black silk stockings and the garter belt I had purchased from the cute sales clerk at home. I felt that familiar quiver from the pit of my stomach down deep into my loins, further enhanced by the edge of my hangover. I hurriedly fastened the hook and eye closures of the garter belt around my waist. Then I rolled up each of the stockings and carefully pulled them high up my legs before connecting them to each garter by pushing the button up into the reinforced stocking top and hooking the metal clasp over it. I pulled the sexy black string bikini panties on over the garters. I stood and walked across the room feeling like a sexy vixen. The garters pulled tightly on the stockings as I walked, reminding me of my naughtiness with each step. I stretched out on my bed and pulled my legs up to grab my stocking covered ankles imagining tied like this, helplessly spread. There was nothing cute about this outfit. It was pure feminine sexiness, and I adored how deliciously slutty I felt while wearing the sexy ensemble. As I got up to grab some lotion and tissues, I spied the bed post that had captured my attention the first time I saw the apartment. The possibility of taking the huge solid post in my young ass was mesmerizing. As mentioned above, it was more than 2 1/2 inches around at its widest point flaring out from the base for two inches to its maximum girth and then gradually tapering in to a rounded point at the top of its 6 inch length. It was bigger than anything I had taken before, but my hangover and my naughty lingerie had made me reckless with edgy desire. After all, the whole appeal of the garter belt and stockings in our culture is the possibility of access to a woman's pussy and ass. I quickly walked to the bathroom, grabbed some Vaseline, and greased up the bed post. I returned to the bathroom for some lotion and tissues to catch what I was sure would be a flood of cum. Returning to the bed, I pulled my dainty panties down my legs and let them hang around my left ankle as another reminder of my sluttiness. I rubbed a dollop of the Vaseline on my asshole to prime it for the invasion. The top of the post was only 5 or 6 inches lower than my waist so I had to back up to it and lift my body up on my black smoky hosed toes to position my asshole above the post. Rising up on my stockinged toes, I rubbed my greased and puckered asshole slowly over the rounded tip of the post to relax the tight ring of muscle that guarded my entrance. Encouraged by the naughty sensation provided by the tip, I slowly began lowering my wanton body onto the post. As the post widened from the tip, I felt my asshole slowly stretch to welcome each millimeter of the wooden invader. This was not my first rear end rodeo so the first few inches were easy, expanding my asshole to about 1 1/2 inches. I paused to gather myself. My semi-hard cock was already weeping creamy tears in reaction to the approaching depravity. I began to leave the safety of my butthole base camp and slowly continued impaling my ass on the post. My asshole spread to accept the widening wood. At 2 inches, I did not know if I could make it all the way as I paused to see if my body could absorb the pain. My head began to buzz with the endorphins released to battle the pain of the post stretching my asshole beyond its previous slutty limits. The pain began to ease, and I pressed my ass down, sitting on the huge post to force my asshole wider. I saw little flecks of light in my vision as I reached the widest part of the relentless wood. Just as I hit the point where my asshole could not possibly stretch any wider, I felt sphincter slowly begin to slide down the other side of the post, closing around the narrow base at the bottom of the bulb. I realized at that point that I had been so overwhelmed by the huge post in my ass that I had forgotten to breath. Taking quick deep breaths, I began to gather myself. My ass had never been this full. The unforgiving pressure owned my body and my mind as my legs went slack and all my weight rested on the post in my ass and the crossbar at the base. After a minute or two, I gathered myself and reached down to the bed and grabbed some lotion. Squirting it in my hand, I grabbed my weeping wiener, which had softened with the overwhelming distraction of the anal invasion. I stroked myself, hardening gradually as the nerves in my cock fought with my overwhelmed asshole for attention. I stretched my black hued legs out in front of me, pointing my toes on the ground. The thrilling sight of the lady like sheer black softness of my stockinged legs and feet spiced my growing pleasure with added delight. I felt my asshole and prostate attempt to contract and spasm around the wood that filled my being, but my ass was so tightly stretched around the huge wooden post there was no way for my ass to contract. Their thwarted path was my pleasure as my nerves endings tingled from the tip of my cock to the depths of my bowels stretched mercilessly around the thick post. I pounded my cock toward climax as my body throbbed around the wood within me, with ecstasy its effect. I finally approached the crest of my orgasmic peak, and my mind was blown by the intensity created by the unimaginable fullness in my entire system. I stifled a scream as I came around the wood that was my master. My body squeezed the wood within me over and over again with pleasure pulses. Gradually, the spasms released me from their grip, and I came down from the heights of orgasm, exhausted, drained, and spent. Down from the extreme heights of my orgasm, I was now just a boy in stockings and a garter belt with a bedpost stuck up my ass. I was so fully impaled on the post, however, that, despite the power of my orgasmic contractions, no more than a trace of come came out of my slit. I suppose all of my tubes were blocked by the enormity of the post in my ass. I now had to pull myself off. I gathered my strength and used my legs to lift my ass off of the post. My wrecked rectum offered little resistance as the post popped from my ass, leaving my ass gapping and my sphincter temporarily slack. I collapsed on the bed with my shrunken cock dribbling cum released by the removal of the crimping pressure of the post. My edge was gone, and I soon fell asleep, too tired to bother to remove my stockings. As the first semester continued, I was growing increasingly bored with my existing stash of girly things. In spite of my regular dress up sessions and my ongoing anal affair with my bed post lover, I was constantly on the look out for hot girls on campus. I was looking for women to date, but, unlike most guys, I was also checking out their cute outfits, particularly when they wore tights or some other feminine leg wear or dance or exercise clothes. My body warmed with envy whenever I saw a girl wearing something that tweaked my kinky desire for girly dress. My accounting class was one of the best spots to look at these beautiful women and their wonderful outfits. It was a 5:30 pm class twice a week, and the girls were often coming straight from exercise class. It was spandex heaven. Most of the girls wore shorts and t-shirts or sweatshirts over their leotards and tights or other outfits, but my imagination could fill in the rest if given a mere glimpse of shiny spandex. Throughout every class, I ached with desire to wrap myself in their girly delights. One girl in my class particularly stood out. Suzanne was a tall dark-haired beauty from a wealthy New England family. Not only was she unusual in that she was not blonde like 75% of the women on campus, but she was also on the SMU Pom Pom squad, a dance team for basketball and football games that was normally the domain of blonde Texas girls. Suzanne was tall and graceful, and I loved watching her perform with the squad at athletic events. She was a great dancer and brought a flirty sexy attitude to the performances. Suzanne apparently had dance class or Pom Pom squad practice before accounting class, because she was always wearing dance tights and some type of leotard under her clothes. She normally wore aerobic socks and shoes, and like the other girls she would usually wear shorts and a shirt over her leotard and tights. One day about two and a half months into the school year, she came into class wearing a large long sweatshirt over white footed shimmer tights and ballet flats. Think Flashdance with a much more polished and classier touch. I have a thing for footed tights, but normally could not tell whether a girl was wearing footed tights when she wore socks so I was already beside myself with lust for Suzanne and for her clothes. I almost came when she sat down in front of me and her sweatshirt pulled up offering a brief glimpse of her hot pink leotard cupping her ass. She pulled the sweatshirt down and settled in for class, and I settled in to enjoy the view of this magnificent distraction. A few minutes into class, she crossed her legs and slowly slipped her heel out of the back of one of her ballet flats dangling it by her toes, and she wiggled her foot up and down. It was almost like she was toying with me. It was incredibly hot, and I was now no longer paying any attention to the professor. I could almost hear the leather ballet flat rubbing against her tights as her foot bobbed up and down swinging the back of the dangling ballet flat back and forth on her shiny white coated toes. Suzanne took off both of her shoes resting her tights covered toes on the tops of her shoes. Then, about halfway through class she completed her dance of torture, by pulling her leg up under her and sitting on her leg so her tights clad toes poked through the whole in the plastic chair back right in front of my envious eyes. I almost came as she curled her toes back and forth underneath the white Lycra tights right in front of my eyes, which were filled with lust either for her body or her leotard and tights or all of the above. The class was over much too quickly. As the professor finished, Suzanne rose to leave. I smiled at her and mumbled hello, but could not muster more with my mind fogged by her unconscious dance right before my eyes. My serial masturbation sessions into the night could not drain the excitement from my mind and loins. Thankfully, this would not be my last encounter with her leotard and tights. My apartment did not have a washer and dryer and public coin laundry places are depressing so I did my laundry at a large apartment complex less than a mile from campus where a lot of students, including many of my fraternity brothers lived. I could do my laundry and have fun hanging out with my fraternity brothers in their apartments. One Sunday afternoon later in the fall semester, I was finishing the laundry at the apartment complex and had the strong urge to look for some girly gifts. After carefully looking outside to make sure no one would interrupt my perverted perusal of the dryers, I began my search. My heart raced and my cock tingled with excitement as I fumbled through the mostly cotton panties and socks in search of something to satisfy my girly desires. In the second dryer, I struck gold (or hot pink in this case.) I found a shiny, hot pink spandex leotard and what appeared to be white tights. I did not have time to inspect my find, but shoved the leotard and tights into my bag. I gathered my laundry and quickly rushed to the car. Once safely in my car and out of view, I had to see what I had "found". My hands were shaking as I removed the leotard from the bag. It was heavy, smooth spandex fabric that was very shiny. I prayed that it would fit. I hurriedly removed the tights from the bag to have a closer look. My cock jumped with excitement as I discovered that the tights were a pair of white Danskin shimmer tights, size large. They were fully footed. I rushed home to try on the delectable dancewear. I arrived at my apartment and hurried inside, my heart racing with eager anticipation trying on my new find. I stripped. I pulled the tights from my bag and rolled one leg of the tights up with my hands. I pointed my toe and pulled the tights over my foot and up my leg. I performed the same girly ritual with the other leg and then pulled the gloriously smooth and shimmery tights up my legs and high up my waist. I loved the thrilling feeling of the tights compressing my cock and balls. I reached down and lifted up the hot pink leotard. Holding it in front of me, I stepped into the leg openings and pulled the leotard up my legs so that the panty portion firmly cupped my tights covered cock and balls. I pulled the rest of the leotard up my body and placed my arms through the arm holes. I was in a dancewear dream as I adjusted the leotard. It fit me, but was very tight, which only added to the thrill and kept my cock pressed into a feminine mound under the shiny pink fabric. I turned to look in the full length mirror on my door. The leotard had very high cut legs that make my legs look amazing and miles long. It also had a high neckline. It was beautiful. From the neck down, I looked like a dancer--feminine, soft, and extremely girly. I sat down on the floor and lifted my legs up, pointing my toes and reveling in the warm glow of femininity triggered by the tights coating my legs in a shiny white glow. As I stretched and posed in front of the mirror, I was lost in a pink cloud of delight from my new outfit. I continued to wear the tights and leotard all evening. I felt strangely complete as I moved around the apartment in my girly dance clothes, hanging out like a cute college sorority girl. The tights and leotard hugged my body. It felt amazing. I thought about cutting a hole in the crotch so I could access my cock, but the tights were too beautiful to be marred, so I just enjoyed the sexual tension from the unsatisfied edge created by the leotard and tights. Lost in my hot pink cloud, I suddenly realized it was now late in the evening. I had an 8:00 class in the morning, but I wanted to cum. I grabbed my lotion and some tissues and climbed into bed still encased in my spandex splendor and mesmerized by the titillating feeling of my tights covered legs sliding beneath the sheets. I had planned to enjoy the luxurious feel of the leotard and tights between the sheets before pulling down the tights to jack off. Unfortunately, I fell asleep floating on a cloud of girly femininity. I woke up to the wonderful feeling of my tights covered legs sliding against the soft cotton sheets, but with my alarm clock screaming.\ "Oh shit, its 7:25,'I yelled as I jumped from bed still wearing my girly dancewear. I stripped off the leotard and the tights and jumped in the shower, sadly postponing my much needed release so I could make it to class. After finishing my classes for the day, I planned to rush home and relieve the intense edge remaining from the night before. On the way home, I realized I had left one of my books over at my friend's apartment when I was doing laundry. I went back to his apartment, retrieved the book, and was walking back to my car. However, I could not resist the pull of taking another quick peak in the laundry room to see if I could add to my collection. When I entered the laundry room to take a look, I saw a note on the dryers that said: "Missing, a hot pink leotard, Suzanne, Apartment 223." It could not be the same Suzanne. I had to know, so I went back to my friend's apartment and asked to see his student directory. I looked up Suzanne's name and confirmed that the apartment number on the sign was her apartment. I felt the terrible guilt of stealing Suzanne's leotard and the conflicting thrill of knowing that I had spent the last evening prancing around in the very same hot pink leotard and white tights that had gripped Suzanne's smoking hot body as she danced. I thought about returning it, but was too scared I would get busted and too addicted to give it up. While I had managed to get over any guilt from my previous thefts and would in the future, Suzanne's note shocked my conscience, so I felt penitence was appropriate. On the way home, I thought about my misdeed and decided that I would not allow myself to touch my cock on any day or night Suzanne's leotard and tights touched my body. Given my love for having as many orgasms as I could flog out of my cock every day, I suspected this would greatly limit my use of the looted leotard and tights I arrived back at my apartment, quickly undressed, and again grabbed the lotion for a jack- off session to dull the edge. I could not stop thinking about the fact that I had the very same sexy leotard and tights that Suzanne wore when she unknowingly tormented me with her spandex clad beauty in accounting class. I put the lotion down and looked over at the leotard and tights still hanging over the chair where I had stripped them off in a rush that morning. I was torn between my desperate need to have an orgasm and the delights of Susanne's wonderful leotard and tights. Despite the fact that I knew I could not touch myself if I put them on, I quickly stripped naked and carefully put on the tights. My stomach fluttered with excitement as I pulled the tights up my legs and high up over my hips, stretching them almost to my chest. Watching in the mirror, bent over and stepped into the leotard, pulled it up over my tights covered lower body and placed my arms through the straps, adjusting it so I again looked like a well put together dancer. I spent the rest of the evening lounging around my apartment and studying in the lovely leotard and tights. I felt extremely feminine and girly as the Lycra and spandex massaged my body. The freedom of movement in the leotard and tights and the warm tingle in my loins had my body buzzing. I tucked my tights coated legs under my ass on the couch while watching TV. I imagined Suzanne lying around her apartment after Pom Pom squad practice or dance class and longed to come closer to the girly joys of her beautiful body and flirty personality. I slid my heel under the leotard covering my ass, enjoying the pressure in my orgasm deprived state as I rocked my asshole back and forth over my tights coated heel. I wanted desperately to come, but had to keep my promise to remain chaste. I could not wait until the next day so I could stroke myself to the point of sweet release, but my addiction would deny me again. College Crossdressing Confessions Ch. 03 I remained dressed in Suzanne's dancewear as I prepared for bed. Once I brushed my teeth, I could not resist climbing under the covers and relishing the feeling of the slippery tights and leotard and tights under the sheets. I did not want to take them off, so I slept in them again, my horniness heightened by the pleasures of my spandex cocoon. Each night that week, I met the same fate as I failed to resist the charms of Suzanne's delectable dancewear. I came home with every intention of breaking the cycle, but could not resist slipping into the tights, pulling on the leotard, and prancing around the apartment like the ultra feminine dancer or sorority aerobics queen of my fantasies. By Thursday, I was crazed with lust. I came home from my afternoon classes and was again seduced by Suzanne's delicate dance clothes. I pulled on the tights and leotard again, enjoying ever caress of the fabric as I pulled them up my body and securely around my now starving cock. I tried to study before my 5:30 accounting class, fighting the distraction from the wonderful workout wear. Thinking of Suzanne and the first time I saw her wearing the very things that had become my obsession. When it came time to get dressed for class, I had another particularly naughty notion. My heart raced with excitement as I grabbed my nylon wind pants I sometimes wore to the gym and my fraternity letter jersey. I pulled the wind pants on over the tights and pulled the letter jersey over my leotard. I then put my high top basketball shoes on over my tights covered feet. I thought about wearing socks over the tights to provide some additional cover, but did not want to give up the delicious feel of the tights in my shoes so I recklessly risked detection. As I left for class, I could barely walk without shivering with sexual pleasure. Being outside and feeling the wind through the tights and leotard was delicious. The Lycra and spandex slid delightfully against the wind pants and my body felt warm and tingly compressed in the leotard and tights under my clothes. As I arrived on campus, parked, and began walking to class, I felt a new level of excitement. I was confident fraternity boy striding across campus, speaking with girls and other friends on the way, but with a naughty sissy secret underneath my wind pants and fraternity jersey. This feeling, combined with my five days of dancewear and orgasm denial, had me deliciously on edge as I made my way into the building and then into the lecture hall. I knew that I would feel particularly depraved wearing Suzanne's tights and leotard while sitting right behind her in class. I sat down in my usual seat and waited on her to arrive. Shortly after I sat down, she walked in wearing shorts and a sweatshirt over what I could tell was a bright pink unitard with her thick slouchy socks pulled up over the pink spandex covering her ankles. My voice cracked as I said hello. I am sure that she could not imagine that I was wearing her missing tights and leotard under my clothes, that I had been luxuriating in them all week, and how close I felt to her femininity, My shame had been overcome by the girly joy I felt wearing her sexy dancewear, prancing around my apartment, and just going about my daily life dressed in her leotard and scrumptious white shimmer tights. Now seeing her in class dressed in yet another splendid spandex specimen, my only regret was that I did not have access to her entire drawer of tights, leotards, unitards, legwarmers, and other delights. I am certain it would have been girly heaven. Sitting through class was difficult, but wonderful, as I admired Susanne's feminine beauty and the feeling of her most intimate clothes on my body, while struggling to maintain any sort of focus through tension of my spandex wrapped, orgasm denied body. Finally class was over. On the way out, I engaged Susanne in conversation, complementing her on the latest Pom Pom squad performance at the basketball game last week. One of her friends came by with two other girls and a couple of my fraternity brothers and suggested we grab a quick beer at the campus pub. I was torn because I was, after all, wearing Susanne's leotard and tights under my clothes, but I could not deny myself the perverse pleasure of being around her. I agreed to join them and had two more hours of pleasure and delicious agony as we talked, laughed, and joked. Her bright eyes and sweet smile combined with her grace and smoking hot body were intoxicating. However, knowing that I was wearing her sexy dance clothes under my shirt and wind pants and the yummy feeling of the tights and leotard created a deeper feeling of titillation that was exquisite. Our gathering finally began to break up, and I excused myself to go home. I arrived home about 10 pm, and quickly slid my shoes off of my feet. My tights covered feet were slightly damp and darkened with perspiration, and the cool air created a wonderful sensation when I freed my feet from the shoes. I was again alone to enjoy the wonderful feeling of lounging around my apartment in Suzanne's delicious dancewear. I felt a connection to her sexy grace keenly remembered from being with her that evening. I pranced around the apartment with my leotard and tights suppressed cock tingling in its Lycra and spandex prison. I enjoyed the slick feeling of sitting on the couch as my body and legs slid along the fabric on the couch. I posed like the girly dancer I so wanted to be. I finally could not take it anymore. I was desperate for an orgasm, but it was only 11:30, and I had to be true to my pledge. Crazed with lust and frustrated by self imposed denial, I finally gave it to my desires. I stripped off the leotard and tights that had both titillated and tortured my entire being and reached into my lingerie stash. Ten minutes later, I was dressed in my garter belt and black stockings with my ass impaled on the fat bedpost, rocking back and forth in a desperate dance for stimulation and waiting on the midnight stroke of the clock so I could stroke my wanting cock. Suzanne would surely freak if she could have seen the effect of her leotard and tights on this cute college fraternity boy now stockinged and impaled on the bedpost--a portrait of perversion, emblem of lust, and monument to depravity. College Crossdressing Confessions Ch. 04 My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. This is the fourth in a series in which I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Please read the first three installments for context. My wife now keeps me constantly pantied in satiny delights because she knows it is best for me. I relish the feeling each morning of seeing which pretty or sexy pair she has chosen for me to wear that day and love that she forces me to maintain this constant girly connection. In college, however, I was not particularly excited by simply wearing panties. They were nice enough as a prelude to stockings or tights or to cover my cock to complete a feminine look, but were not something I craved. Maybe it was like my grandmother says "you just haven't met the right one." After all, many late 1980's coeds wore boring cotton panties or other panties that were just not that sexy. That all changed, however, when a Monday afternoon visit to my reliable apartment complex laundry room launched my penchant for panties. Claire Thomas was one of the hottest girls on SMU's campus. She was a senior from Dallas, and she dated one of my older fraternity brothers who had been out of school for a few years. They still came to some of our parties, so I knew her reasonably well. Her father was big in oil or something related, but, as you have probably gathered by now, that was common at SMU. Claire was unusually beautiful. She was about 5'9" and had the very polished look of a Dallas debutante, but with a model's beauty. In fact, she frequently modeled in local magazines and newspaper ads. She was so far out of my league that I was not even embarrassed by the fact that I regularly confessed my crush on her when I got drunk at parties. She just laughed and told me I was sweet. One Monday afternoon, I had a one o'clock class cancel so I decided to do a little hunting at the apartment complex laundry room on my way home. It was very quiet because most of the students were in class, but I thought I might give it a try since some of the girls would put in a load of laundry and run off to class. I pulled around behind the building that had the laundry room in it, being careful to park at the end of the building where my car was hidden. The parking lot was mostly deserted, and no one was around as I pulled into an out of the way space. My heart began to race with naughty anticipation of potential discoveries as I opened my door. I froze as I noticed the door of the laundry room open and settled back into my seat. Carefully looking up, I saw my crush Claire leave the laundry room, head the other way, and walk up the path toward the next building. She was gorgeous even in sweats as her tight ass cheeks danced beneath the soft fabric as she walked. Claire was carrying what appeared to be a full laundry basket so I was afraid I had missed out. Once the coast was clear, I had to fight the urge to sprint to the laundry room to see if Claire had left any of her delicious delicates for me to discover. I checked around carefully to confirm that no one was watching and walked up the path before slipping into the laundry room. My cock and balls tingled with anticipation the entire way, but my heightened sexual buzz really began racing when I noticed that one of the dryers was still running. I knew it had to be Claire's because no one else was around, so I rushed over and jerked open the door. I hurriedly ran my hands through the still damp load of white socks and towels hoping to find a "gift" of femininity from Claire. I found a pair of white knee high socks that were interesting, but I was becoming discouraged concerning any further finds when my hit something with a satin feel. I pulled the satiny suspect out of the dryer, and it changed my panty loving life. My hand held the most wonderful pair of panties I had ever seen. They were shockingly white with the shiny satin almost glowing and felt very heavy and luxurious. I shoved the knee socks and the perfect panties into my pocket and eased out of the laundry room and down the sidewalk to my car, being careful not to be seen. My heart raced from the excitement of the hunt and my frilly find. I have always loved the butterflies in my stomach and loins caused by the excitement of extreme naughtiness, and I was far beyond that point as I fondled the satiny delights at the stop light, wary of discovery, but lusting for the feel of Claire's intimates. They were even more beautiful on closer inspection. They were obviously very expensive panties like those that a wealthy bride would buy for her trousseau to tantalize her new husband, nothing like something even a typical wealthy SMU coed would wear. The panties were string bikini style with a small bow on the top of the front of the panties made of small pearl-like beads. I rushed home and raced up the stairs, eager to wear Claire's pretty panties for the first time. Once inside, I tore off my clothes and stepped into the delicious panties. I pulled them up my shaking legs and adjusted them to cover my now throbbing cock, which poked rudely out of the waistband, so it would be snugly swaddled by the heavy satin panties. I felt so feminine seeing the dainty pearl bow dance over my satin covered cock. The back of Claire's string bikini panties fit my ass perfectly, gripping it like two satin hands wrapped around my ass cheeks. The thin, but substantial strings on the sides followed the trail of my hip bone. I could only imagine how erotic they looked when they traced the smooth soft skin of Claire's hips leading down the satin trail to her perfect pussy. I wondered how many times she had moistened the crotch of these panties when she thought of fucking her boyfriend or maybe that cute visiting professor who taught her English Lit seminar. I posed in front of the mirror. Claire was indeed the fairest of them all and wearing her panties magically connected me to her womanly beauty. I had never seen, let alone touched and worn panties of this quality. Their richness and beauty was mesmerizing. They enveloped my cock and balls with luxurious satin cupping them close to my body in an almost feminine mound, although my swollen cock and heavy balls pushed rudely at the thick satin, betraying my maleness and crudely interrupting their feminine beauty. I had to look past that maleness and imagine the yummy sight of the rich, thick satin covering the soft folds of Claire's pussy. After many minutes of posing and panty play, I could no longer resist the need for pleasure. I pulled Claire's lovely panties to the side freeing my cock and balls from their shiny satin grasp. Pushing the panties back in place, I smoothed the decadent fabric over my now flattened mound, a vision in femininity next to my crudely protruding cock. I was about to begin stroking my cock when an idea flashed into my head. I walked over to my bookshelf and pulled my photo album of party pictures from the past year off of the shelf. Flipping through the pages, I found the photo I had been looking for. It was a picture of Claire with me at our fraternity's Billionaire's Ball Party the year before. She was kind enough to pose for the picture with me. She was dressed in a short little black dress, black shear stockings and heels and looked gorgeous as usual. I could now share the first of many orgasms wearing Claire's pretty panties with her. I placed the album on the sofa cushion. Grabbing my lotion off of the table, I squirted some into the palm of my hand and began to stroke my touch craving cock. As I rubbed myself in the grasp of Claire's panties, I looked into her eyes in the photo and imagined her in these same panties, dressing in her room, painting her nails, pulling on her stockings, tights, or pantyhose, or preparing to fuck her boyfriend. I imagined that any girl who wore panties as wonderful as these would wear beautiful lingerie. I wondered what black panties or other womanly delights she wore under her little black dress in the photo. As I crudely flogged myself in Claire's panties, those visions of her beauty drove my pleasure. The panties looked so perfect covering my mound in satin. My asshole twitched, hungry for stimulation, but it would have to wait until next time. I could not stop. My entire lower body began contracting with the first spasms of my climax. I grabbed some tissues. As I let out a guttural groan, ropes of cum began spurting from my cock. I caught each one of them in the tissues and then wiped the drips off of my cock, careful not to soil Claire's exquisite panties. Our relationship was only beginning. While Claire's sumptuous panties awakened my inner panty fetish, I have always been most turned on by stockings, pantyhose, and tights. I notice every woman's leg wear immediately and lament that bare legs have been in style recently. I may be the only one who gets rock hard when someone reads "the stockings were hung by the chimney with care." My college coed clothing capers had netted me some wonderful panties and dancewear, but pantyhose and tights were hard to come by since they were often hand washed. In addition, I hit a complete dry spell on my dryer diving expeditions after finding Claire's wonderful panties. Ever the clever cross dresser, however, I began to look for other opportunities to filch some feminine finery. My best, but most perilous, source was directly delving into the drawers of those girls whose glorious girly gifts I desired. I had to be very careful and ever on the look out for opportunities to quickly sift the contents of some comely SMU coed's panty and lingerie drawers. The thrill of the delights in those drawers and the thrill from the danger of getting caught drove my addiction further, such that any guilt I previously felt faded with each perverted panty raid. I have many wonderfully naughty memories of those missions to confess. Given the recent Christmas season, I will start with the story of finding and filling a young coed's Christmas stockings. Cindy dated one of my fraternity brothers so she was off limits, but I always admired her beauty, brains, and kind personality. Cindy grew up on a ranch in South Texas, within an hour of the Mexican border. She was a country girl, but her parents were so socially prominent that she made her debut in New York at one of the most prestigious old line debutante balls. She was, however, very down to earth. I am sure she could ride a horse and shoot a rifle better than most other New York debutantes. She was in the best sorority on campus, but without any of the bitchiness that sometimes accompanies that distinction. Cindy was very tall, probably 5'11", and thin with a fashion model's coltish mile long legs and small perky breasts. Cindy had a fresh "Ivory Girl" complexion and rarely wore any make up beyond eye makeup and a hint of gloss on her lips. Her clothing style matched her look. While she was gracefully feminine with a head of short, soft dark curls like a young Elizabeth Taylor, she was definitely not a "girly girl." Her standard uniform was jeans, cowboy boots and a cute blouse, sweater, or tank top depending on the weather. She looked like a Ralph Lauren magazine ad, fresh faced and dressed for the ranch. Her style was very outdoorsy, far from the preppy Laura Ashley style that was trendy at the time. Cindy was a sophomore and lived in a dorm suite with three of her sorority sisters, one of whom, Maggie, was from my hometown. Maggie was a friend of mine. She had dated some of my friends in high school, and our families attended the same church. She was a "good girl" who dressed conservatively and was not very sexy. Maggie was in my psychology class, which was an introductory class I was taking to get a break from the more difficult classes in my major. I missed a class when I went to interview for a summer internship and asked Maggie if I could borrow her notes. She said she would leave them out so I could just pick them up in her room and told me that they had a key hidden behind the small white message board on the door of the dorm room. Without giving it much thought, I went by her dorm room. I knocked when I arrived, but no one was around. I remembered that this was the day the sororities had their chapter meetings and dinners. I took the key off of the back of the message board, unlocked her dorm room, and entered her room. It smelled wonderful. I love the smell of a girl's room, perfumed and feminine. I saw the notebook on her desk, but could not overcome the urge to look around a bit. Maggie's dresser drawers quickly confirmed my suspicions that she was a plain cotton panty girl, with boring taste in leg wear. Her roommate Susie had slightly sexier tastes, and I found a great shiny black ribbed leotard in her drawer, which I quickly shoved in my backpack. Feeling daring and knowing that they were at a chapter meeting; I went into the bathroom shared with the other suite room where Cindy and her roommate Shelley live. I tried the door to their room and, luckily, it was not locked. As I entered Cindy and Shelley's room, I noticed that it smelled equally wonderful, with a less floral perfumed smell. Shelley's dresser was closest to me, so I checked her drawers first. I found a pretty pair of white lace bikini panties and slipped them into my backpack. In her second drawer, I found a tangled bunch of pantyhose in various colors and grabbed a white sheer pair for later use. I also found a short white half slip made to be worn under miniskirts and added that to my collection. I moved to Cindy's dresser with low expectations given her no nonsense style. I was sure she would be a cotton panties girl. I opened her top drawer. Much to my surprise, Cindy was a satin panty girl with a drawer full of pretty satin string bikini panties in various shades. I grabbed a white satin pair and a white satin bra as well and stuffed them into my pack. Moving quickly and shaking from the thrill of the new clothes and the taboo danger of lingering in the perfumed room, I opened Cindy's second drawer. There were lots of white socks and a few pair of plain taupe pantyhose. I carefully sifted through the pile, and was about to give up, when I noticed some white tights with little candy canes and holly leaves printed on them. I was kind of shocked that Cindy would wear these Christmas tights. I had noticed that a few of the cutesy girly girls on campus had been wearing these tights, or another variation with Christmas wreaths printed on them, to various holiday parties around campus. These girls were very preppy and girly, however, with a regular wardrobe of Laura Ashley bubble jumpsuits, shorts with knee socks, and lime green duck shoes when it rained. I actually had a special place in my heart and my panties for these girls, because they reminded me of my sister, who, as you can see from earlier stories, unknowingly launched my addiction to wearing feminine delights. I had certainly never seen this side of Cindy. The glimpse into her hidden soft, girly side intensified my already raging lust, and I excitedly stuffed the Christmas tights into my pack. With that final yummy find, I went back through Maggie and Susie's room and quietly left, checking the hall to make sure no one saw me as I replaced the hidden key. I left the notebook on Maggie's desk so I could pick it up later and act convincingly like I had never come to their room before, a little trick I had picked up on previous panty patrols. I raced back to my apartment to sample my new frilly finds. I was most excited about Cindy's Christmas tights, but had not really had a good look at them. I reached my apartment and pulled them out of the backpack. They were wonderfully soft. I quickly stripped. I wanted to wear Cindy's satin panties when I tried on the tights because I knew she would wear them that way. They were plain white satin with double strings on the side. I quickly slipped on Cindy's satin panties enjoying the satiny feel on my ass, cock, and balls. I then turned to her Christmas tights. I pulled each leg of the tights over my toes and up my legs. I pulled the tights up to my waist and pulled them high so they would have no gaps at the crotch. Since Cindy was tall, they fit perfectly. They looked absolutely divine. While they did not seem that thick, they coated my legs in opaque whiteness so my leg hair did not show through. The control top hugged my waist and cock and balls, which were snuggly encased in Cindy's satin panties. The cute candy canes gave the maximum girly effect on my legs making me feel like an adorable sorority girl getting ready for a Christmas party. I felt deliciously feminine as I admired my candy cane coated legs in the mirror. My top looked a little too masculine, however, so I pulled Cindy's white satin bra out of my backpack. It had a front closure, so I stretched it around my back and clipped the plastic clasp in the middle of my chest. I adjusted the cups over my breasts. It was tight, but actually kind of fit my chest, because Cindy was a B cup, given her slim figure. The bra was a nice addition in the mirror and made my look complete. I walked over to my desk and grabbed some scissors. Pulling the Christmas tights down to my thighs, I carefully cut a slit in the cotton crotch. I pulled the tights up, slipped my cock and balls from the right leg opening of Cindy's satin panties and pulled my cock and balls through the hole in the wonderful holiday hosiery. My swelling cock and heavy balls jutting rudely out of the ultra girly Christmas tights created a true portrait of perversion. I felt conflicted between my joy that I had a cock to experience the pleasures of Cindy's panties and super cute tights and my sorrow that my maleness detracted from their feminine beauty. I pulled my large picture frame mirror off the wall and balanced it against the TV stand across from my sofa. Grabbing my lotion and a few tissues, I then padded back over to the sofa. My legs tingled with excitement as the white candy cane covered tights massaged my legs and the carpet slid under the soft tights as I walked. I pumped a dollop of lotion into my hand and began coating my secret sissy cock with the creamy lotion. As I stroked my cock, I admired Cindy's tights covering my outstretched legs in scrumptious Christmas joy. I thought of the contrast between Cindy's outdoorsy look on the outside and her sexy satin panties hidden under her jeans. I imagined her long legs covered in the white candy cane and holly printed Christmas tights. I slowly moved my hand up and down my now hard cock thinking of her in the cute and girly tights, which created quite a different image than her uniform of jeans and cowboy boots. I wondered how she felt when she wore them. I knew she probably felt more feminine. I wondered if she felt anything like I did when I wore her tights- more in touch with my girly side. After only a few minutes of pleasurable fantasizing about Cindy and relishing the slutty scene of my hard cock surrounded by Cindy's festive tights, my balls began to tighten in anticipation of my orgasm. I moved my hand to the sensitive tip of my cock to try to torture myself into prolonging my pleasure. I stopped my hand and lifted my legs up to admire the tights covering my legs. I rubbed my feet together enjoying the image and the feeling of the soft white candy cane flecked tights. Unable to resist my need to spill my sissy seed, however, I resumed sliding my lotion covered hand up and down my cock pushing my pleasure to its peak. My contractions began to intensify. Then overwhelming pleasure attacked me, and I grunted in a very unladylike fashion when the first streams of cum spurted from the tip of my cock. I continued to pound my cock until it softened in my hand. College Crossdressing Confessions Ch. 04 Christmas came and went, but the pretty preppy pleasures of Cindy's Christmas tights kept me coming for many more months.