I wonder if it has ever occurred to you that not all the members of your loyal “bloomer brigade” are women. With me, it’s just a hobby as ordinary as collecting stamps. And when I dress like this for pleasure, I wear bloomers and enjoy them more than any other part of the costume.
I love their soft feel next to my skin, and with them I usually wear a pink slip, with lace at top and bottom. Fact is, I even wear bloomers under my male street clothes, and have for years – though I spend most of my time in skirts, at home. I’d wear these clothes all the time, if I could, but one look would tell you that I would not get far if I tried it in public.
How did I get this way? I don’t know. I have preferred and worn female underwear as long as I can remember – all the time – though I don’t think it’s anybody’s business but my own. I just happened to like it.
When I was a kid, I had a sympathizer – my aunt who raised me, and I told her quite candidly that I would like to wear girls’ clothes. She agreed, and I spent the happiest six years of my life living as a girl, until I got too masculine to get away with it any longer. In th ose days, I wore silk bloomers all the time, and never got over wanting to wear them. So, I still do.