WestIslandChronicle.com – by Catherine Novac
You are 4, maybe 5 years old. You find yourself sneaking into your mom’s room and rummaging through her drawers. You know what you are looking for. You don’t really know why, you just know you want it. Your heart is racing. You find it. You touch it. You put it on. It feels nice against your skin. It’s soft, silky, comforting. It smells good. It just feels good.
For some it may be mom’s panties, for others it’s her fine silk stockings. No matter what the item is, all you know is that the drive to do it is strong. But you’re a boy. A voice inside you is saying, this is not quite right. You are not supposed to like it, but you do. You can’t seem to stop yourself. You just have to do it.