Tommy entered my life as a most confused young lad, sad and despondent, and very feeling alone in this world. I found him one day sitting on one of the benches in the park sort of staring off into space with a rather sad looking face. Not really certain why I sat down beside, softly made my greets and asked if he was okay. He didn't answer or say a word for some time but something told me that I should remain sitting there. In time he answered my greetings and told me what his name was. It was then I asked as gently as I could why he had such a sad look on his face and white quite a bit of hesitation on his part and my silent understanding I listened to his story of how he had been caught by his father dressed up in his sisters underwear.

 It was a sad story for certain, full of no understanding and utter rejection on his father's part. With a few more gentle questions I found out that Tommy had been sneaking in his sisters bedroom to dress up in her things, especially underthings for the past few years. The poor lad broke into tears at that moment for he was more scared than anything for with a bit of very gentle prodding I found that his father's rejection also meant that he had been kicked out of the house. It became clear to me in between sobs that he adored his sister who turned out to be 14 at the time and it made me blink my eyes to learn that he had just turned 16.

 Taking care not to make mention of my private world so filled with softness and sensual femininity and without Tommy be able to discern that I was wearing one of many pairs of translucent and lacy panties I made a soft suggestion that he could use my guest room for a few days to sort things out, to decide what he wanted and needed to do. I was silent pleased when he rather shyly accepted my offer for I was beginning to sense that this young lad who had just barely turned 16 had hidden desire to be feminine in a much more open way.

He was shy and timid during his first night in my apartment but appreciative for the kind attention of understanding I offered him as the evening progressed. As much as I desired to slip into my lovely evening panties and lacy nightgown I refrained so as not to alarm Tommy that he was in the company of a person that had long ago left his male personna behind to fully embrace the tender world of femininity. As he explained more about his life and school but more so on his sister and his secret desires and needs to wear girl things