From the innocent sight in my teens of a pretty brunette classmate who frequently yet accidentally revealed the waistband of her nylon panties above the top of her cordoroy pants came the source of my two obsessions in life. First it was trying to see that incredibly sensual sight as often as possible since I believed then that it was sexy, and she was incredibly beautiful and popular as well. When that obsession nearly destroyed me I chose to channel it internally as a form of self therapy by starting to wear female underwear myself, which in time led me to becoming a closet cross dresser.