I spent the evening with a few sissies in the sissy chat room.  Talk about the third degree.  We were discussing things I may have done with a sissy in the past and when I first discovered there was such a thing as a sissy slut or a forced bi fantasy situation.  It’s interesting that I don’t think I’ve talked about how I first came upon a sissy boy.

I was 17 and he was my best friend.  We did everything together and never once were we attracted to each other in a sexual way.  Our parents knew this and had no problems with our friendship.  We would go fishing and camping together (I was a real tom boy).  One weekend we had gone camping; it had been a last minute decision.  That night we got a little drunk and Francis fell in the creek.  That was the moment we discovered he had forgotten to pack any extra pants or underwear.  So, I told him he could wear a pair of my pants but he had to wear my panties because I did not want his man business in my pants.  He put them on and I saw the blush in his cheeks.  That’s when I realized that having a man wear my panties was a huge turn on for me.  It made my panties damp and not the ones he was wearing.  Although, I was fairly sure by the look on his face that my spare pair of panties were damp also.  I teased him all night.  I asked him how he liked getting in my pants.  I told him how sexy he looked wearing them in a teasing tone.  I could tell he was turned on by wearing them.  Later that night, I heard him rustling around in his sleeping bag.  I never did see that pair of panties again and I didn’t ask for them.