Chapter 2 - My Dad's Girlfriend

Chapter 2 - My Dad's Girlfriend. This is gonna be great!!


Right, my dad. My parents split up when I was four, my mum brought me and my sister up on her own in the nineteen seventies, you didn't get paid benefits back then, she went out to work, a real trouper. But we'll talk about her clothes later.


Never saw much of my dad. A few afternoons watching cricket yawn and a few holidays at his house. He'd pick us up and drop us off now and again. He had a well paid job whilst me and my sister were on free school meals, a real tightwad. Didn't get much from him at all. Years later when I raised my own family, I didn't know how to be a dad. But I got the hang of it.


Anyway, his girlfriend. He stettled down with her when I was ten, she was ten years younger than him, Aunty Karen we'll call her. She wasn't really my aunty. A cute slim brunette, full of fun, smoked and drank, a real flipping catch for my dad and no mistake. She lived at her mum's when I first became acquainted with her. She had 2 pairs of these knee length zip up boots with heels, red and black, she wore them with jeans. Gave me a hardon every time I saw them. When I was twelve or thirteen, sometimes my dad would pick us up, then they'd all go out shopping. I became old enough to be left on my own. I found those boots underneath the stairs, and I zipped them up and I wore them. I pranced and capered about, up and down the stairs, absolutely brilliant I tell you.


And her underwear. Oh, her underwear. She had stockings and suspenders in a drawer upstairs. I found them and I wore them a number of times. Knickers, bras, basques, different colours. My dad must have liked her dressing dirty, and who can blame him? I "borrowed" a pair of her knickers when I was about thirteen I remember hiding them in my pocket and being so scared of getting caught, but I got them home. Yellow they were, with a red rose on. I hid them in my bedroom and wore them on my paper round.


I dressed in her underwear whilst me and a mate were holidaying at dad's place, think I was fifteen. I said I was going for a a shower. I dressed in suspenders and everything in dad's ensuite bathroom while my mate was watching TV downstairs. He shouted, are you finished yet, with me still dressed. Won't be long. Never been caught, had a few near ones. And she had holiday snaps, ones she didn't show to everyone, but she did mention their existence, big mistake. Her and a girlfriend cavorting in thongs and nothing else. You have to understand that this was the early nineteen eighties, you didn't even know about thongs back then. Teats out and everything. I found the photos, obviously. I made sure I did.


My dad had pornograpic paraphernalia. Loads of magazines in a box in a cupboard in his bedroom. Again, me and a mate found them whilst holidaying, he kept them for years. Porn was always so exciting for me, but we haven't got nearly enough time for that now.


Yeah, my dad's girlfriend, Aunty Karen, an absolutely massive influence on my early crossdressing. I wore her stockings, thongs and basques and put them back in the drawer, she must have known. She was lovely, heard she died a few years back, cancer, smoked like a chimney. God bless her X


Anyway, that'll do. May I remind you that these are my own personal experiences. I've never told anyone about this stuff, I trust you to keep mum.


Love, Stella X

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