One of my early crossdressing memories was finding a pair of ribbed navy tights discarded in the cloak room at primary school. I knew I should have taken them to lost property, but there was no name in them and I wanted them so badly. White hot shame on my face I stuffed them in my coat and took them home at the end of the day. I wore them every night after I was sent to bed and revelled in the way they made my legs look and feel. I remember wishing I could find a pinafore dress to wear with them. It's funny the things that stick with us 🥰 xxx