My Wonderful Secret Chapter 1

I longed for a girl friend and to be big and strong like the other guys, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was essentially an outcast, and were it not my computer (yes, I was a computer geek as well!) I most likely would have gone mad. Groovy young University students didn't want to hang out with me, and those few kind souls who made the effort to befriend me soon learned that my years of isolation had done nothing for my social skills. I found it hard to make conversation, and had virtually nothing in common with 'normal' people. My University work and general behaviour deteriorated. I plunged into depression and started drinking and experimenting with drugs. This only further alienated me from society. My parents were concerned about me, and let me move into the granny flat in our back yard to give me some "space", away from my brothers and sister. Little did they know what this would lead to.

Our Granny flat had been rented to a young hair dresser named Jill until she up and went overseas, chasing her errant fiance. She swore she was coming back within 12 months and my parents, being too kind for their own good, said they would hold the place for her. My Mother packed away all Jill's possessions and locked them in a big brown cupboard in the flat. My clothes were stored in a smaller cupboard near my bed. I settled into my new surroundings very well. It was great to have my own space and to be able to be by myself after a tough day at University.

It was not long however, before my thoughts turned to Jill's sexy underwear which I had glimpsed my mother hurriedly stowing into a suitcase and placing inside the cupboard. I knew it was wrong to go through other peoples' things, but I was so lonely and so starved of female company and so curious about all things to do with girls that I just couldn't help myself. It took me about 30 minutes to file away an old cupboard key I had found into one that would unlock the big brown cupboard. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I opened the cupboard doors for the first time. Not only was there the suitcase full of her unmentionables I had seen previously, but a heap of dresses, blouses, wigs and make-up. I'll never forget the over-powering smell of femininity that hit me every time I opened that cupboard.