Let’s just get this out of the way: stealing panties is a real thing. A quick search on Google and you’ll find you’re definitely not alone. And while it’s not something I’m proud of, it is something a lot of us have experienced. You’re not the only one. I promise.
So let’s talk about it.
Stealing Panties with No Women in the House
I’m an only child. My mom left when I was two. No sisters. No feminine influence at home. So my first real exposure to anything girly—especially panties—was outside my house.
I think I was around 12 or 13? Most of my friends were girls. And occasionally, if I was lucky, I’d get to go over to one of their houses. I remember my first pair pretty clearly: a bikini-style panty, bright orange with hot pink polka dots.
The moment I saw it, I felt this mix of curiosity and… something else. Something I didn’t fully understand yet.
The Texture. The Color. The Curiosity.
If you grow up only wearing boy underwear (especially in the 90s), it’s all… white. Or maybe some cartoon characters. Nothing exciting. Nothing soft.
But girls’ panties? Baby, it was like stepping into another world. The patterns. The colors. The textures. The feeling. Silky, stretchy, light. I couldn’t stop thinking about how different they felt. And I wanted to wear them all the time.
I was hooked. It wasn’t just sexual (not at first). It was curiosity. It was envy. It was comfort.
Stealing Panties Without Getting Caught
I never took a whole drawer’s worth or made it obvious. I knew better than that. I took one. Just one at a time. Enough that it wouldn’t be noticed right away. I told myself I was being clever.
Looking back? No. It was just dumb teenage logic. But at the time, it felt like a secret thrill.
Any time I had the opportunity, I took it. A pair from a friend’s house. A quick grab at the laundromat (only if no one was around). Once, I “forgot” my instrument on the band bus just so I could go back and swipe a pair from one of the flag line girls. And one time? I even grabbed one from a nurse’s gym bag when my dad was in the hospital. I saw it near the nurses’ station, and my brain just… acted.
It definitely wasn’t a one-time thing.
Stealing Panties Wasn’t Just a Kink
For me, it wasn’t just the kink. Yes, it eventually became a kink. I did end up masturbating into them. (Especially when it was a pair from a girl I had a crush on. Gross, I know. But I’m being honest.)
But honestly? The thing that kept pulling me in was the tactile side. The softness. The cut. The way they hugged my body. The feeling of something delicate against my skin instead of rough seams and stiff elastic. It made me feel… different. Not like a boy. Like I was borrowing a little piece of something I didn’t even have words for yet.
And no, it wasn’t really about the girl who owned them. For some people, I think it is about the person—it’s a sexual thing directed at them. But for me? It was jealousy. It was gender envy. I didn’t want to be with them. I wanted to be like them. I wanted that softness, that femininity, for myself. It wasn’t about who I was taking from. It was about who I wanted to become.
Is Stealing Panties a Fetish?
Yes. Let’s just admit that.
There is absolutely a kink aspect to stealing panties. The thrill of the act. The taboo. The humiliation. The curiosity. It’s a full package of chaos when you’re a teenager who doesn’t have the vocabulary for what you’re feeling.
But I don’t think it was just a fetish for me.
It was one of the earliest signs that I didn’t fit. That I had gender envy. That I wanted what girls had. I didn’t want to be with the girls so much as I wanted to be like them. I just didn’t have those words yet. So I told myself it was just hormones.
I Never Got Caught Stealing Panties
And no, I never came clean. Not to the girls I stole from. Not to anyone in real life. This is probably the first time I’ve said it out loud. (Or written it down, I guess.)
But I do want to say this:
I fully acknowledge how wrong it was. And if I could go back and do it differently, I would. 100%.
Men’s Underwear Is Still So Boring
Just real quick. Why is men’s underwear still so boring?
Yes, it’s slowly changing. There are more materials now, more colors, a little more variety. But it doesn’t even come close to what women have access to. And honestly? I think a lot of us just want the same fun, soft, cute options. That doesn’t make us weird. That doesn’t make us broken. It just makes us human.
And maybe, if that kind of expression was allowed from the start, some of us wouldn’t have had to sneak and steal to find ourselves.
The Stealing Stopped, But the Crossdressing Feelings Didn’t
This was high school. By the time I got to college, I stopped stealing panties. Full stop. I knew better. But the crossdressing feelings didn’t go away.
Instead, I started slowly expanding my wardrobe. I bought things for me. Lingerie, skirts, tops. And that’s a whole different story.
Which I’ll tell in the next post.
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