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The first time I was asked to house sit for Anna it was a brave new world full of dizzying new experiences that would forge a large part of my still developing psyche. The three weeks spent playing in her clothing each night was a life altering experience never to be duplicated. However this second time I was asked to watch over the house, I now had time to formulate a plan. I already new which of her things I craved to touch, feel, and smell, and which outfits stirred desires deep within. The 11 months spent in solitary with my prized trophy panties of Anna's allowed new desires to form and new fantasies that needed attention.

 

I was now just beginning to understand my place inside the Silk Trap and how it was starting to open up a whole new side of my persona, still deeply hidden within, and without an identity but growing nonetheless. When I took the keys and re-entered Anna's house as they left for holidays, I now had a purpose. Step one was again to take a complete mental inventory of where all her things were and to relocate my favourite things of hers. Much to my delight, her panty drawer had grown and there were new beautiful pairs to go along with my sorely missed favourites!

The gameplan played out much the same, find a pair of gently used stockings and panties and that would be my evening wear along with a silken nightie as I immersed myself in her things. I would also begin to carefully experiment with lipstick and blush, while in crude and rudimentary ways, they added to the flights of fancy I was on each night. When dressed all I could think about was being enveloped in Womanhood and how wonderful it would be if somehow I could present myself in an approving way enfemme' to all the Females in my life that stirred my desires. From Anna to the cheerleading squad, to the neighbours wife, to the checkout girl at the supermarket, and so on and so on. 

 

My desires to be encased in women's clothing was always to connect more deeply to the female essence and the two weeks I now had kept cementing those desires night after night. From the dresses, slips, skirts, lingerie, panties, garters, bras, hosiery and everything in between I was providing nourishment to what would become Devina much further down the road, but I had begun the first steps on what would become a life long sissy journey

Devina's Domme of the Day Apr 30

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Apr 30

 

Every Night the Dreams Returned to Haunt Me...

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With my total access to Anna's entire wardrobe now cut off upon her return, I was left with my single solitary prized pair of her panties to treasure. 90% of my time passed like any other normal person my age. No one could have ever guessed otherwise in their wildest dreams. However my wildest dreams were manifesting themselves almost nightly and all the latent desires, reinforced from my early days, now bonded to my psyche from my experiences in Anna's Garden of Eden, began sowing new seeds mixed with my raging hormones.

 

I would fantasize alone about being covered in panties to sleep on, to be made to stroke an endless sea of pantyhose clad women's legs, and to be subjected to the desires of women of all types when it came to their intimates. Perhaps it was the guilt emerging to mix with my wanton lust over Anna's things and what they were now meaning to me, that began to lay the foundation of what others would call today Forced Feminization and Humiliation. But from my earliest experiences, this didn't feel forced, it felt natural and exciting. If I knew I wouldn't be discovered, I could easily switch from one part of my everyday male personality and flip the switch to delve into my feminine side (I had yet to discover my Devina personality, that would come much later), but the risk of doing so and being discovered far outweighed the rewards at such an age, approaching my (31)th birthday. No, for now I would dream, and fantasize and masturbate wildly to my prized pair of Anna's panties, longing for the opportunity to once again enter her Garden of Eden, should it open again.

 
Months passed, and life for the most part was without incident, nothing unusual. Then as fall moved past into early winter, Anna came over to our house to ask me another favour. They were off to Hawaii for two weeks and needed someone to watch the house.....

 

 

Devina's Domme of the Day Apr 29

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Apr 29

 

Some Bedtime Pages

 

#FemdomFriday

 

Devina's Domme of the Day Apr 28

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Apr 28

 

Devina's Domme of the Day Apr 27

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Apr 27

 

The Return Home and a Memento...My First Pair

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3 glorious weeks had now quickly come to an end, and in the last remaining days I scoured the house to make sure there was no telltale signs of the wondrous journey I had taken into Womanhood via Anna's wardrobe. I checked, double checked, triple checked each square inch of the master room, walk in closet, vanity, master bath, hampers, anywhere where I may have left behind the slightest clue that her younger brother in law had spent the past 21 days jerking off wildly to her things. Or that he was immersed in the fantasies that would shape him for years and years to come.

 

After being certain that no stone was left un-turned and replaced as it was, I was confident that I was home free, however there was a sense of sadness enveloping me about the realization I wouldn't have this type of access to Anna's gateway to Femininity for who knows how long, if ever again? Suddenly I had an idea. I needed a memento....I went to Anna's panty drawer one last time and took a look. After what seemed like hours I spotted a pair that was semi plain, a bit worn, a pair of white satin with lace rim that had seen better days. Surely these wouldn't be missed, would they? I decided they would be my keepsake of the experience which shaped me in ways I couldn't possibly understand until years later. I stuffed them into my pocket and the all to familiar raging bulge that greeted me upon my first arrival to Anna's Garden of Eden, saw me off home.

A few days after they had returned, Anna popped by the house to ask me if everything went ok? 

"Sure, no problems at all." Was all I could stammer, wondering if my face looked as flush as it felt..

The days after their return, I was a bit of a nervous wreck, fearful that I overlooked something, somewhere, but after a week or so I felt secure I was in the clear. All that remained was my trophy pair of Anna's panties which carried me through many a private moment in my bedroom, as I waited for another chance to return to the Garden of Eden..

 

Devina's Domme of the Day Apr 26 - Whiplash Wednesday

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Apr 26

 

Devina's Domme of the Day Apr 25

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Apr 25

 

Lasting Effects

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 For three solid weeks, I was given the keys to unlock the doors of my own Feminine Utopia and to enter unabashed into the world of Anna's Femininity. At that time there were zero thoughts of what this brave new world of exploration meant, or would mean in the unforeseeable future. There were no feelings of guilt or shame, nothing but pure devotion to my sudden unleashing of the desires forged a few years earlier and I relished every single moment.

 

 Each time I put on one a pair of Anna's panties, stockings, garters, bras, dresses, blouses, heels, anything, it wasn't associated with some latent desire to express any feelings of attraction to men, in fact it was 100% the opposite! I was celebrating the glory of Womanhood and what it meant to me. Each time I found myself dressed head to toe in Anna's things, my brain pathways were being forged to accept that I had a serious and undeniable devotion to Women and all that they represented. Each young fantasy I had about Girls was being morphed into desires of serving their female essence, being devoted to their power of Femininity, and being a simple piece of raw clay to what those powers could do. 

At that nubile age, the three weeks spent enveloped in all her things laid the foundation of what was to come later in life. The Silk Trap now had me for life and I couldn't be happier.