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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