I guess the other significant experience I often recall, and maybe this has more to do with perversion than transvestism, is the occasion I learned that wrestling can be erotic and should be practiced with caution. Again, I was about eleven years of age and constantly in a state of embarrassing stimulation.
My older sister had returned home for a visit during a quiet afternoon away from the office. I was startled to notice, for the first time, how erotically she seemed to dress for work. Her tight skirt was very short, it enclosed only the middle of her thighs. She wore heels, of course, which she kept on (rather than remove at the door) and her sheeny, black tights (pantyhose) contrasted delightfully with her crisp white blouse. She had become the quintessential office sex-object that we know so well from popular media.
Well, my eager imagination was fired. As she sat with my parents at the kitchen table I pretended to drop something beneath it in order to go under and take a peek into Aladdin's cave. If this wasn't obvious enough, the inordinate amount of time I must have spent under there, pointed directly between my sister's legs, should have been a dead give away to even the most distracted of witnesses.
Sometime later after I'd had my fill and wandered off and the kitchen conversations had eventually been exhausted, my sister came to find me. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and began a play fight... for old times sake. We struggled with each other and I used my burgeoning strength to put up a good resistance to her superior size and drive. We both became hot from the effort, her hair was tousled and her face reddened, we rolled on the floor each trying to find an advantage. My mind jerked away from the idea of combat when, as she was trying to pin me with her legs, I noticed her skirt had ridden up.
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