The move to my family's new home was now complete. We all agreed it was a new starting point in our lives. I had completed my transformation, and was now living my life fulltime as Emily, with the full support of my mother and sister. All of my male clothes had been discarded, and I only wore dresses or skirts now. I did not even own a pair of pants, not even a pair of women's pants. One day, not long after we moved, my m...

My mother and sister had now totally accepted my love of wearing women's panties and lingerie. They did not even bat an eyelash if I walked around the house in just a t-shirt and panties or one of my nighties. My hair had started to get long, around shoulder length, as I had not gotten a haircut in months. My mother even started jokingly referring to me as her second daughter, which made me feel really happy. As the upcom...

The next few weeks went by in a blur. My mother accepted a new job in another city, and we busied ourselves with preparations to move. I had never made any really close friends in school, so moving did not concern me that much. Maybe a new start would be good for all of us. During that time, I thoroughly enjoyed wearing my new panties each day. I relished sliding a clean pair of silky nylon panties on each morning after m...

I can remember it like it was just yesterday. I had just turned eighteen and was still living at home with my mother and my older sister by a year. My father had passed away suddenly a few years before, so it was just the three of us at home. My sister and I shared a bathroom in our small house, and as I went in to brush my teeth, I saw a pair of my sister’s baby blue nylon panties sitting on the counter. She must have dr...