Subject: PrincessNinaTV - The early years (part 1)
Author: PrincessNinaTV


This is a true story written by me. It contains adult themes and is not meant for minors to read.  I'm interested in anyone's feedback via e-mail.

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PrincessNinaTV - The Early Years (Part One)
How It Began

It isn't a fancy reason or some awkward reason why I became what I currently am. However to the reader it may have occurrences worth making a documented note of. 

I became curious about my own gender when I was 6 years old. My mom being the lower class worker she was during my childhood life, I was largely raised on my peers' influences and my peers' parents' influences. I hadn't been able to be "babysat" (sorry folks), for any time in my life, so the advice and guidance from my friends' and their parents was it when it concerns a large "force".

However that isn't the story, or the reason for it. The point is your friend's parents cannot literally raise you, so I had plenty of my own time alone as a child.

I can't fully remember WHY I did it, but I do remember doing it. I used to rummage in my Mom's dresser. Unfortunately for me she didn't have anything exceptionally "sexy" however at the moment it didn't faze me in particular. I had one black bra, decent black panties, and a skirt that all "fit" me typically. I had access to one white lingerie (think it was a teddy) buried in a box of hers. I didn't have to worry about her being "in that box". So I usually had that slip in my room hidden overnight to sleep in it. It usually made me worried to have it, but I felt really good sleeping in it.

As much as I enjoyed friends, I did enjoy not having "plans" at this age because it meant I could be uninterrupted with my secret. That was 3PM (the time the bus dropped me off) till 5:45PM, when my mom generally was almost home, usually 6PM or 6:30'ish. As long as I put whatever I used (perfectly) back by 5:45PM I was safe from being caught in those clothes.

Usually I rubbed my crotch and looked at myself in the mirror during this time, I hadn't technically "masturbated" because I really had no reference (my dad left @ 4yo) about what male ejaculation was, but I wasn't ignorant to feeling good down there. Wearing silky clothing on my private area gave me an erection. I often stood in the window where I couldn't be seen and rubbed my penis in panties while wearing a bra. I was years away from ejaculation at this point but just in the beginning of my female clothing / exhibitionism interest.





I was only 6 years old, I really had no idea what the hell orgasms were or relevant sexual thoughts where. Nothing wrong with that, it's actually probably normal. Strangely I remember the days of first grade in school and my sexual behavior. I'm not even sure of WHY this behavior existed but wasn't ignorant to it.

I remember my reading teacher, Mrs. Very (yup, real name). She was a tall slender teacher who wore thigh high skirts, nothing slutty. She was a typical schoolteacher who was attractive to any schoolboy crush who acknowledged attractiveness. As an adult I'd rate her "fuckable". However at that age she was jus "drop my pencil to see her panties". We had class on a cluster style of tables (bunch of tables combined). I dropped my pencil often. Looking back at it, she had to have known. How many students drop pencil 3-10 times per day with prolonged efforts to get it? 

I got more risky with it; I used to literally throw the pencil closer to her dress area if I had the angle. I remember one really great view. I remember one time literally being as "face to face" as I could be with her panties and crotch. I'll never forget it. I think she defined my sexual fantasies.

Anyways, I usually got the panty shot I wanted. To this day when I look back at it, she could've avoided it. Did she enjoy it? I haven't a single clue. I do thank her for providing it though (if I could today). She populated the majority of my very young childhood sexual daydreams.

--- READ PT2 OF MY LIFE ---






