When I started crossdressing, I used to wear my mom’s old girdle to school. It might have been old, but it was good and tight on me! After school, I used to wait for a particular girl to come by. I’d pull her into the bushes, open my pants and force her to feel me up in my tight girdle. I don’t know what turned me on most – the feel of her hands wandering over my girdled a** or the look of complete disgust on her face. When I added a bra and petticoat to my ensemble, it was even more fun feeling her hands moving up under my petticoat to cup my boy b****. The only time she complained was early on – when I gave her the choice of having her hands inside my girdle instead, she never complained again. Having her spend a quarter-hour or so feeling me up after school was the highlight of my day – I just wish she’d been more into it.