For the Love of A Petticoat
My fascination with petticoats started at a young age. We lived in an old Victorian home that had a stair case leading to the attic. I was the youngest in the family of three girls and one boy. One day when everyone was away and bored, I went up to the attic to see what was there. I found three big trunks, each one had girls clothes. To the right of them was a closet with lots of dresses, pretty ones too. I went about feeling the dresses and the slips, bras. panties, and petticoats and like how they felt. I liked the petticoats the best because they would flare out whenever I twirled. I liked wearing the panties under my boy clothes and would do it when I felt safe.
One day a friend of the family asked my dad if he could hire me to help him with some work and so I was dispatched to his house which wasn't far away. We worked one weekend and he told me to come back the next Friday around noon. So I was able to go to the attic and play. I had on a pretty skirt, panties and three petticoats, I was having fun then I realized I had to go to Henry's house. I quickly changed leaving the pink panties on. We worked until around five and went in for a cold drink. As we sat in the den sipping our drink, Henry asked me how long I had been wearing panties.
Well one thing lead to an other and getting his word that my secret would be safe between us, I opened up about my love for petticoats and the such. He told me that he would like to see me dressed up and that I could bring my stuff to his house. The first time I dressed for I wore a sexy Black full slip with red lace and black silk panties and bra and I also wore three petticoats, one white, one yellow, and one red. Over them I wore a Blue, white laced blouse and a red skirt. He had me come and sit next to him on the sofa and told how pretty I looked and gave me my first ever kiss. I was truly hooked to becoming a girl who loved petticoats and Henry.