As a kid I couldn't wait for the day that eventually arrived when I could wear long trousers (pants, US). Then at age about ten I had a crush on a boy at school who still wore shorts. I so wanted to identify with him, be like him. To this day, shorts continue to be a kind of fetish.

Go back some five years, I remember running about our house only wearing the now old-fashion trunk-like underpants - pretend we're athletes, I'd say to my brother. Don't remember getting an erection but it gave me a thrill. Suppose it was the defying of convention of how to be dressed. To this day I get a thrill (and erection) at the dare to be seen defying the norm.

Erections came few years later when again only in underpants I got this strange, very pleasurable feeling playing with my cock. Sex education followed... I aged eight when an older boy clambered on my back in my school dorm. I didn't get an erection but remember my backside being slimy afterwards! Didn't affect me.

Two years later at a summer camp, this middle-aged leader sat me on his lap when on a coach and put his hand up my shorts for the trip. I didn't get an erection. But didn't affect me.

Back at school, another boy started to fight and wrestled me to the ground. He then leant forward...and kissed me! My resistance melted. That did affect me. I reckon for the good.

Advancing quite a number of years (during which my shorts love resulted in such as nicking out of laundry bags other boys trunks underwear to wank in) I had a crush on a girl. More were to follow, eventually to my wife. Then she was boyish (short hair as well) and sexually adventurous. Dates were often country walks where instead of holding hands, they were down each others' pants. We even eventually did a bit of weeing on each other (me in shorts of course).

Two daughters later, cancer robbed me of her. But not before she noticed I had been raiding her knickers drawer. In the end she bought me my own panties. It's just that I like to identify with those I fall for, to be like them - be they boys in shorts or girls in cheer-leader uniforms. Hence I'll now happily wear skirts as everyday wear.

But I'll never look like a girl (did few times try wig and sock-filled bra) but still get a thrill (and erection) daring to defy the norm and maybe be spotted (like in days I did before experiencing sperm). That's why I am here on SYD. My gallery reflects that. I have a dick, if neighbours don't appreciate that when in my hedged garden, hope others here do.