I have always adored my beautiful clothes,
but I have especially loved my silky lace panties. As a child, the type
of panties I usually wore were the 'rumba' style, the kind of panties with
rows and rows of lace running across the backside. My mother knew that
I loved my rumba panties, so she kept me well supplied. I had a drawer
full of them.
Throughout my early childhood, there weren't any other
children my age in our neighborhood. So most of my time I spent sitting
on my satin pillow with my billowy skirts spread out around me, left alone
to quietly play with my dolls and tea set, listen to records or the radio
or watch television. I wasn't allowed to run and jump, make any noise or
get myself dirty.
Many times, I would get bored without anyone to play
with me so I'd sing to myself or fantasize to pass the time. During such
lonely moments, I loved to sneak my hands up under my skirts and finger
the delicate lace and bows on my panties. As I toyed with the sleek fabric
and sissy decorations, I'd talk to my panties and tell them how pretty
they were and how soft and silky they felt against my skin. My fascination
with my lingerie led me to the typically childish stunt of pulling up my
dress to show off my panties.
Among my relatives and neighbors, I was famous for pulling
up my dress. Without compunction, I loved to dance around and pull it up
to proudly show off my pretty panties to everyone and anyone. And when
I pulled my dress up, I didn't just flip it up, I'd place my hands on each
side of me, grab handfuls of my skirts and slips and haul them right up
over my head. My cousins and the kids who saw me do this usually snickered.
My aunts, uncles and neighbors would usually ooh and aah and tell me how
pretty I was and compliment me on my pretty panties.
But invariably, some prim and proper killjoy would scold
me and say something like "Nice little girls keep their dresses down!"
But I didn't care. I'd just laugh and pull my dress up even higher as everyone
else laughed and whistled. In fact, I had developed such a reputation with
my relatives that even today some of them still love to tell stories about
how I loved to show off my panties.
Just last month I saw my Aunt Mabel, whom I hadn't seen
in years, and while we were visiting, she laughed as she asked me if I
remembered the 'jingle-bell' panties she had given me for my birthday when
I turned five. I told her that I remembered them very well.
She had given me three pairs of rumba panties in white
nylon, and each pair was decorated with a different color of lace and ribbons.
One pair was decorated in blue, one in yellow, and one in pink. However,
in addition to the frills, each pair of panties had several tiny little
bells sewn on the lace, and these little bells would jingle and ring with
my every movement. I used to love it when people would look around as they
tried to discover what was making the jingle bell sound. Then, I'd laugh,
proudly pull up my dress and point to the tiny bells on my little girl
panties.
From the time I was out of diapers, I wore rumba panties,
and I only stopped wearing them at age fifteen because I could no longer
squeeze into girls' size thirteen panties, the largest size of rumba panties
then available. Currently, panties are more important to me than ever before
because in addition to the continuing love I have for my sexy panties,
I love sweet sissyboys in panties too. The bulge sissyboys get in their
panties excites me as well as tells me that they love wearing them too!