I was twenty years old when the sweetest and most morbid event that I could ever conceive occurred. One morning my mothe

I was twenty years old when the sweetest and most morbid event that I could ever conceive occurred. One morning my mother told me that we were invited to the wedding of a distant cousin of ours, but the invitation arrived late and unfortunately the wedding was the next day. Mom thought about not going but in the end we decided that we should go (I must remember that Mom had separated from Dad two years ago when she surprised him in the marital bed being penetrated by two men dressed as a tender little princess) Mom hurriedly prepared a dress for the occasion and for me, my graduation suit with its elegant tie, the next day the unexpected happened when I looked for my underwear I discovered that the drawers were empty and everything was in the dirty clothes bucket, Mom had not had time to wash them, Mom, what should I wear? . My mother was thoughtful and then she told me: my son, I have no choice but to lend you some of my lingerie, it is a special case and nothing happens, it will not make you any less virile or effeminate... I was shocked and incredulous at the same time... After a while Mom appeared bringing some soft and velvety looking clothes in pink, white and salmon colors. Put this on my son. He told me as if nothing had happened and stayed next to me to show me how to put on such delicate and sensual clothes. With infinite shame, I began to undress... First, some pink silk panties with white lace elastic with embroidered butterflies, my penis vibrated when I felt such a soft touch, mom had to put on the straps of a pretty white bra...Mom, is the bra also necessary? Yes, my son, you don't have breasts but you must be well matched, I was trembling with shame and a new and strange feeling... the moment of putting on the stockings was more complicated and my clumsy fingers threatened to ruin such a wonderful garment... leave it alone, mom, I'll put them on you! What a sweet feeling! What a sublime moment! Can there be anything more morbid than a mother putting silk stockings on her "boy" child? However, my hairy legs did not convince my mother and I shaved like a woman. After applying moisturizing cream, I put my stockings back on and at that moment I exploded: I felt a brutal chill and everything left me, I was indifferent, the sweetness of the touch of the silk on my hypersensitive legs made me ejaculate between moans and screams AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH MAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! DOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSMIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, was been jetting thick semen before mom's understanding look...I understand you, my son, don't be afraid...the pleasures of being a woman are so sweet......said mom. After this morbid incident, Mom put me in a beautiful white lace slip (a delicious and very feminine garment similar to a nightgown that women wear under their dresses) and I proceeded to wear my suit. At the wedding everything was going on normally, although the feeling of wearing so much silk and lace under my dress was deliciously recommendable (try it friends at any upcoming ceremony) the only problem was that every once in a while I had to go to the bathroom to adjust my stockings because not wearing silicone garters they would come down (sweet inconvenience of being a little woman) I also fixed my bra and panties, I even had the delicate detail of caressing the little pink bow on the bra... When I returned to the table I surprised myself by saying to my mother: Mom, my stockings come down... like the most normal thing in the world... Mom promised to buy me a garter belt, that night I slept in a light pink satin nightgown and I never wore men's underwear again, I had become the second effeminate and faggot in the house, first Dad and now me... PS: But it's so nice to be an Effeminate Faggot!!!