Going to school was good some days. For example, we would have a dance once every one or two months on a Friday right after school. The girls would be all excited, but the boys couldn't care less. I'd go and dance with the other girls as the boys would sit on the benches against the walls. It was fun, especially watching the older girls moving arond the dance floor. After the dance, we would walk home and laugh and giggle about the dance events.
One Friday when I got home, I was in my bedroom getting changed and my mom walked in. I covered myself as quickly as possible. She said, "Leigh, you are developing into a young lady. It is time we go shopping for a bra." Wow, was I excited, I was getting my first bra. Some of the girls in the other classes had them, and I couldn't wait. Well, mom and I went to the shops. I thought to myself, I'll get to try on some nice silky bras, but was very disappointed as we went to one of the major department stores and tried on some of them. At least I had a chance to go into the change rooms. The clerks in these stores don't seem to trust anyone, as I was walked in on again. I enjoyed looking at myself in the long mirror, standing there with my skirt, short white socks and shoes and my bra.
I would turn from side to side and showing some, what I thought, sexy poses. I would gently touch myself as if someone else was doing it. Just then, the lady walked in. "Do you need any help, young lady?", she would ask. I would say, "No thank you, madam, I can handle it on my own.". I thought I was cleaver, but the sales lady had mentioned it to my mom, and she did not like the attitude. I thold my mom, that I thought she was rude walking in on me. It all passed over. I enjoyed my new garment and off to school on Monday with my new bra. I felt really good working down the street and onto the playground. The girls noticed and we all giggled about it.
Once in the classroom, it was different. The boy behind me noticed the bra strap. He slid his finger over the bra strap and snapped it. It was a gentle snap, but now they knew I had a bra. I was not very popular until then, as the boys began to pay some attention to me. It was fun being noticed, but then again I was still the same person. I enjoyed some of the attention, but I still enjoyed being alone. I enjoyed the special touches I gave myself. When I would go to the toilet during school, I would always feel my bra under my blouse or sweater. It felt so good sitting there with my panties down and my hand roaming over my breasts. They were so sensitive, they started to get taut when I touched them, so I had to be careful. I would rush home after school on some days so that I could be alone to play.
Christmas time arrived, and the presents were under the tree on Christmas morning. I received clothes from dear old Santa. What a man, knew my sizes and everything. I received two slips, so I could wear them under my blouses and skirt and my dresses. I noticed a present under the tree that had a silky gown hanging out. I thought that mom had received another silky gown from Santa. I waited until they had all left the room for showers and breakfast. I walked over to the box, and slid the top off. There was a beautiful silky gown in it. There was also a penis looking device in the box. I had know idea what that was. I quickly closed up the box and went to have my shower.
One afternoon when mom wasn't home, I decided to see if I could find the new gown. I went to my parents home. I opened the dresser drawer and sure enough there it was. I lifted it out and raised it to my face to smell it. It was all perfumed and smelled so feminine. I moved the gown all over my face. As I looked down, I noticed the plastic object that looked like a penis. I picked it up, and it felt so strange. I had no idea what this was for. I put the items back in the drawer and went into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the toilet so I could see myself in the mirror that was on the back of the door. I raised my skirt and lowered my panties. Then I slipped my panties off, and spread my legs so I could see myself. I really enjoyed looking at my hands moving slowly up my inner thighs. I would tingle inside and my breasts would react with my nipples getting taut. I was excited, I could do it to myself so easily and I absolutely loved it. My timing seemed to always be bad, as my mom came home. I heard her open the door and she was in the kitchen. I heard her, "Leigh, where are you?" I got up, my skirt returned to the normal position and I opened the bathroom door and said, "I am here, mom.". She walked over and gave me a hug, which is very normal for my family. She said, you really smell nice and squeezed me a little more. I then went into my room to change out of my school clothes. As I removed my skirt, my mom came in, and there I was without my panties. She said, "Leigh, don't you wear panties?". I said I did, but that I had removed them as I had wet them a little. and I was getting changed. So I went into the bathroom and closed the room. I slid my panties on, and peed a little into them. I then finished my pee and removed my panties again.
I came out of the bathroom, and showed my mom. She told me to rinse them out and put them into the laundry and put some clothes on. I was standing the with my blouse, socks and shoes on. As I went to the laundry to rinse my panties, I could feel the nakedness I had. I also thought that it was very exciting allowing some pee into my panties.
The school year moved along and I continued to explore my parents room. Her lingerie always excited me. Physically, my breasts were growing, my pubic hairs were growing and I was developing into a young lady.
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