Every Night the Dreams Returned to Haunt Me...

Rule 18 applies

 

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.....