Well I knew I was small when I became a teenager. Changing in the school gym locker room, I was made fun of. It was embarrassing, and humiliating. But I started to like the embarrassment, silly as it sounds.
Well I get to college. I had to work to help my Mom out who was paying. I answered a ad in the school news paper for a live drawing model. I did that along with bussing tables, and house painting.
So I show up at the art department. I had to undress for the professor. The professor was female so she asked the secretary to step into the dressing room while she looked me over to insure everything was proper and appropriate. I got naked and turned around for them. I was instructed to strike a few poses. The professor said she liked my child like body. The secretary, a few years older then me, giggled and said child like alright. They both smiled and the professor told me to come back the next day ready to pose for 3 one hour classes.
So now I have done this about 6 times over a few weeks. So I had to pose for a 10:00 class. I got there at 9:30 , went into a unisex dressing room. It was a nondescript room with 6 pegs on the wall to hang clothes up on, and 6 small lockers to lock up valuables. There was a women getting dressed who posed for a class before. I stripped hung up my clothes. She looked at me and giggled, bet you don't get far with that she said. She giggled again and left. After I was naked, I locked up my wallet and then brought the key out to the secretary to hold. By now I knew her and she knew me.
“Hi Toni” she said.
I said, “Hi Sarah.”
Sarah giggled and asked how is my little man today. I blushed and went to the class room.
When class was over, I went to the dressing room. As I started to dress another female came in naked and she started to dress. We made some small talk.. As I reached for my jockey shorts, they were not there. In their place was a pair of dark blue nylon panties with lace. There was a note on a post-it that said these suite you much better, Sarah.
I stepped into them and pulled them up. The female model that was dressing looked at me giggled, and said pretty. I blushed, put on my jeans and shirt, and went to the secretaries desk to get my key. I asked Sarah for me key. She laughed and said, “Is that all your looking for?” I blushed.
She said, “I will bet this is not the first time your wearing panties.” I blushed and said, “No it isn't.”
“How do they feel?” she asked.
All I could do was blush and look at the floor. She said, “Your so little you should be a girl, but I like little guys. Come by my apartment tonight. Don't expect sex, you're much too little. But we will have a nice time.” She wrote her address on another post-it.
That's how I met my wife/owner.