Jess Crossdress Unlimited: Sports & My Sister's Closet

For starters, wouldn't it be fun to have a pickup game in one of these outfits? would make the games soooo much more interesting and bring new meaning to the term "contact sport":

I've liked sports all my life. Both watching and playing. I remember going to a college basketball game when I was about 12 years old. This game has a fond place in my heart because it was actually the first time I put on a pair of my sister's pantyhose and panties and went out in public! OK, so I also put on a pair of pants to hide the fact that I was in heaven! There was no chance in a million that I was going to let anyone know what I was wearing underneath. But I remember barely being able to focus on the game, because all I could think about was the thrill of wearing girlie garments underneath my regular outfit. In essence, I was wearing something like this:

... and it felt sooooooo nice. I loved it. I remember putting my hands in between my shoes and feet so I could feel my sister's pantyhose against my skin. Walking to and from the arena was special, too, since I got to feel the tightness of the undergarments as I took each step... only 12 and I was already naturally drawn to this enjoyment!!!

During those same years I would also get home from school and ditch the schoolbooks and head for my favorite place int he sister's closet to try on her clothes.

Besides her beautiful pantyhose and underwear, she had a couple of pairs of high heels that I never saw her wear. So I took it upon myself to give her shoes some attention. Although my current preference is for something glittery or strappy, the heels looked something like these and suited me just fine at the time:

The added height, the careful balance needed to walk in them, and the way they made my feet, ankles and legs look was sheer delight! When I think about it, it's quite amazing that I was compelled to dress up. I didn't have the internet or other large forms of affirmation to urge me, or to indicate that there were others out there with the same desires as mine.

I do remember as the years went by and my feet would grow, that the heels began to get tighter and tighter. Although the restrictive feel provided a certain sensation, I remember being happy that I basically had stolen my sisters pantyhose by then and needed to wear them in order to fit into her heels. Walking around my bedroom at home with those shoes and hose on was bliss. No wonder my grades suffered! :)