When a Door Closes, Another One Opens

 

I wasn't quite sure when Diamond packed up and moved to her new city. All I knew was one day I called he up to see her again and the number was no longer in service. Upon investigation I realized that she was no longer advertising in Kinky Times magazine nor any of the local papers. I have to admit I was quite saddened as I had looked forward to continuing our encounters as they were increasing in intensity each time.

Faced with no longer being able to see her, and having no other TGirl to visit that I was comfortable with, I at least had BDSM to feed my kink desires, and suddenly an old friend came back to me. Anna's panties, and pantyhose were still in my possession although in safe keeping storage for some time now. 

 

To fill the void created by Diamond's departure, I found myself once again returning to Anna's things. Once hidden away due to the sham and humiliation of being discovered, I know had a place of my own and privacy to enjoy and rediscover them again. The only sad part was those two pairs of panties and one pair of pantyhose was all that I had. The ability to have access to an entire wardrobe was long gone. However putting her things on again this time brought new fantasies, mixed in with the familiar old ones. I started to draw the connection between my old lusts for female silky things and my new experiences of servitude towards Mistress Morganna in Her dungeon. Those two sets of desires and experiences mixed with my newly opened mind towards transgenderism began sowing new seeds in the fertile soil of my psyche. 

My vanilla life was one that I lived completely separate from my new private one. Being born of the twins sign I believe allowed me to keep both separate and manageable, allowing me to step in and out of each world as I pleased. Now, rediscovering my hibernating desires of silky female things, I realized that I had so little to work with. The internet was in it's infancy, and the proliferation of acquiring things was not yet a reality in an online world. Acquiring things in person was great in theory, but that would mean the vanilla me would have to get them, and he wasn't ready in the slightest to draw that kind of attention upon himself!

 My only avenue was the bravery I had carved out for myself within the confines of the adult movie store I would visit to pick up the latest edition of Kinky Times magazine, plus the occasional video, both straight and transexual. My next visit was spent devoting a little more time to see what resources were there for someone who needed womanly things, and over time I began to keep a keen eye out for ways to increase my "feminine quotient". My first opportunity literally happened upon me one weekday evening while doing laundry on the floor of my apartment......