The Ice Storm

Teresa Ann Wood

 

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.

  

  

  

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