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I work for a company that largely employed by women. I would say probably a good 80% that I work with is women and mostly older women in there 50s to 70s. We have a small gym down downstairs in the basement of our office building. Most of these women are Old School wearing skirts, hosiery, and heels, which is heaven for me since I have a huge hosiery fetish. In each bathroom, there are those lockers where people can keep stuff. One weekend I was working late and went down there to use a treadmill. On the way to the little gym area I walked by the janitors closet. The door was open, and I noticed a clipboard with a sheet on it sitting on his cart. Curious, I looked at it to see what was on the sheet. The sheet had all the combinations to the lockers for the men and women’s bathroom. I knew what I needed to do, I grabbed that sheet of paper and went to make a copy. I quickly took it upstairs, made a photocopy of it and brought it back down and put it on the clipboard. I waited until the janitor came down to grab his cart and headed back upstairs to start his cleaning. Now we work in an old building in the basement there are no cameras, so I waited until I knew I was alone and snuck into the women’s bathroom. There were about 50 lockers in each bathroom and the women’s had about 40 of them in use. I didn’t know which women had which locker just knew I could get into them. I started opening one by one and at first really wasn’t finding much but eventually, I struck gold. Some of the lockers had a couple pairs of unused pantyhose, or stockings, along with a pair of heels or flats. But a few I got lucky and found some where they had left all of their used pairs. Those are what I really wanted. So for the last three years, I’ve been taking and using these women’s hosiery and heels. It’s so intoxicating and a turn on to know they are wearing some of my manhood on their stuff. I don’t plan on ever stopping it’s so awesome being able to violate so many women’s hosiery and heels and the occasional p****.

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I don’t trust anyone anymore except for Jason. He’s the only person that I know for a fact will defend me when I’m not in the room. The people that want me to open up are the people that have already left me, or that will leave me as soon as I do. Everyone leaves as soon as I tell them about the abuse from my partner. They take his side or call me a liar and then leave, or if they’re a therapist they just dump me and tell me to find a new one. Nobody is safe except for Jason. He’s the only trustworthy one. He’s the only one whose side I could be on, knowing that he’s on my side too. Even if he didn’t think I was in the right he was still on my side by actually telling me things that I’m not aware of due to my autism or hearing loss or just general confusion. The truth can hurt, but not as much as never knowing where you’re going wrong. I will never trust anyone again except for him. There is nobody else that can convince me that they care about me enough for me to want to live. One of the people that wants me to open up is my ex. Why would I be vulnerable with her when she already left me in favor of someone else? My current partner didn’t even pick me first; He chose someone else, got his heart broken by the cheater, cried in my arms over her, and waited until I was finally moving on from him to tell me that he loved me. Since he’s hit me in anger and told me that he hates me 3 times I seriously doubt that he loves me now. I don’t have a home anymore. Nowhere and nobody is safe. If Jason talked to me I’d be willing to think it might be worth changing my life, but there’s nobody else I want to live for. It took too much work to get to the little bit of happiness I managed to have, and I don’t have it in me to do the work to get to that point again. I got to the top of the hill and the boulder crushed me on the way down. I really feel like I’m in the lonliest hell.

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