I am a great subject for a shrink's couch. As soon as my parents and grandmother started leaving me alone in the house (pretty early in elementary school), they were not gone five minutes till I raced to my grandmother's closet and tried on her clothes and looked in the mirror. I had no idea what was happening when my dick started getting hard in womens' clothes. As a typical 20th century closet guy I spent the rest of my childhood mastering the art of being macho and I never went back to the lingerie. Jock straps became my next clothing fetish. By the time I was in middle school, I found a way into the locker rooms after hours and would try to open every locker till I could find a jock strap to steal. The football star's mother hung clothes on an old clothes line to dry and I stole his jock once from that line. That was my prized possession.
You know, if kids had just accepted people for what they are, like my kids' generation does today, people would have found love and happiness and not had to find substitutes like jockstraps.
One other thing. When I was starting out in Chicago after college, I knew an older gay guy who worked on the Sears Catalogue. One of his jobs was to make sure "buldges" were absent from pants ads. In retrospect, maybe Sears stock would be higher if they had airbrushed them in, instead?