Please do not take it the wrong way but I notice a lot of mothers tend to laugh when their son puts on her heels or dress and will even sometimes paint their sons nails for fun. A lot of this is done behind the fathers back.
Do the CDs here agree?
Please do not take it the wrong way but I notice a lot of mothers tend to laugh when their son puts on her heels or dress and will even sometimes paint their sons nails for fun. A lot of this is done behind the fathers back.
Do the CDs here agree?
NO! No offense. ^_^;; There have been a few signs left around the house in my early teen years (on accident of course), and certain "talks" about that with my mom at the time indicated that I would not be supported... I almost wish it had been that way though. :/
No, she caught me a couple of times and did her very best to get me to stop. I'm sorry Mom, I love you, but it just didn't happen. I think she was afraid that I was going to become homosexual, not understanding back in those old days that the two things weren't directly linked cause and effect. That aspect of it was never discussed, so I'm just guessing now, having missed my chance to ask her about it by over 25 years.
All I ever got was corrected! The only support I ever got came from my bra and girdle!
Not no but hell no. How many Mothers do you know that would really want their Son to become their Daughter?:)
No my mom doesn't like me being Cindy too much although sometimes she called me baby girl.
in a way my mom kinda treats me like the daughter she wish she had. (the real one divorced her blood).
we go shopping a lot, she is making me a dress, :-) but i do not dress up much in front of her. she does want to shopping with loni one day.
maybe this fall when i have the cash for it. take her someplace special (aka trip).
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I didn't tell my mom until I got married. She fully supports me (even reads my blogs & watches my videos) and couldn't be more encouraging to just be myself :)
My Mom never knew of MY dressing. But she went Bonkers when my brother did, and
had SRS going all the way to being a woman. Now she (old brother) will not talk to anyone in the family,
even my real Sister, since my Mother passed away in 1999.
Rader
When I was little I used to make skirts out of doilies and scarves when I was playing around the house. My mother thought it was funny and called me Little Lord Fauntleroy. My grandmother would whack me upside the head and make me go play with the boys down the road. Then they would beat me up some more.
In my case no chance in hell my mother hated the fact i crossdressed,to this day even on the eve of my second marriage we had a confrontation about it (long story) In my opinion most mothers wouldnt approve
I had a grandmother who taught my brother and me how to put on nail polish on our fingernails. She also bought little girl's panties for us. As a boy I wore nail polish on my fingernails until the teasing from others became too intense.
Johanna
No way and she will never know if I can help it, she made sure that I knew what was right and wrong and who is going to heaven and the wormer place, a very strick and unforgiving lady
it is a total myth ( a old thread ) being raised as a girl
My mother often asked if she could put makeup on me and dress me as a girl because she always wanted a girl. I never let her; how stupit I was.
My hairdresser told me that many mothers who did not have daughters wanted to and did put makeup and dress their youngest son as a girl.
My mom likes that I have a way to express my feminine side and offered to let me borrow her things if I want, but she told me she never wanted a daughter because before I was born she had to take care of my girl cousins, and they were really difficult.
Support? Yes, my mother supports my crossdressing, and often times will give me clothing. Wanting me to be her daughter? Not likely, but she does call me "My son/my daughter". ;) So, yes, mom is very supportive of my lifestyle.
When I was little, my mom was sometimes encouraging and instigated crossdressing, even suggested that she'd like to do things with me dressed as her daughter, but that never panned out. At other times she would act as if she'd never been supportive. I think that my dad told her to not encourage me, as he was strongly critical of me dressing up, to say the least. I hated him when I was a kid, as he was not a very good father back then (BIG understatement).
When my mom and I were the same size, she wanted to totally dress me as a woman for Halloween, pluck my eyebrows and everything, and I was totally thrilled, but again, she changed her mind and it never happened.
My mom had to have known that I had gender identity issues based on things I did from little on, and when I was maybe 14 or 15, she did ask me if I wanted to be a girl, as she knew I was getting into her makeup, but by the look on her face, I knew that she didn't want to hear the truth, so I chickened out and told her no. I'll regret that lie until the day I die.
Carol
My mother and grandmother got me started at a young age. Both had me play dress-up to varying degrees many many times throughout my youth. Halloween was a special time for us all when I'd get the full treatment out in the open including girdle, makeup and wig. I thoroughly enjoyed it all. My mother never explicitly said she'd like me to be her daughter but I knew she had fun with the temporary transformations. She always talked about how much she wished she'd had a daughter to share things with.
Shortly before she died, my mother pulled my wife aside and showed her an envelope she'd kept for many years. In it was a full set of painted nails from my little fingers. Many among us probably remember how easy it was to pop that red polish off in one piece 50+ years ago. I guess the polish was a special memory for my mom and something she used to ease into having 'the talk' with my wife about whether I still like to play dress-up. I walked in on them during that chat and was shooed away so they could continue. Oh, to be a fly on the wall!
I did and still do relate fully as a boy/man and was never interested in or encouraged to do dolls or stereotypical girl activities. It was and is all about the look and presentation.
I suppose I was made into a CD through the process. My wife feels that what my mother and grandmother did was wrong. I don't believe parents knew they were setting up a lifelong pattern of behavior. Using today's knowledge to gauge actions of 50+ years ago is a bit fuzzy. I survived and think I turned out ok. The softer things I learned in youth no doubt merged with my male traits to make me the man I am.
My mothers fantastic, she accepts every part of me. she caught me when I was 13 in her long nightgown, and has'nt had one negative word. she comes up to see me once a year and does'nt mind me wearing womens wear or my lovely long satin nightgowns. i'm very lucky to have a good mum and close accepting freinds.
My mom was always very open about the fact that she expected to only have baby girls and totally had no idea what to do when a boy popped out instead! She had literally never even considered the possibility of raising a son. She tried to adapt, but I think she did enjoy treating me a bit girlishly at times.
Starting when I was quite small, maybe 2-1/2 years old or so, she would sometimes put red polish on my fingernails and, a few years later, lipstick. She let me get my ears pierced when I was nine, and took me to a downtown department store to buy my first pair of heels when I was 12. (And yes, I was wearing nail polish, lipstick and earrings at the time. The clerks must have talked about it for weeks.) However, her interest never extended to my wearing lingerie (other than hose) or women's outer clothes.
I think she began having regrets about it all soon after our shopping trip and after I entered junior high and the first signs of puberty started to show, she lost all interest in supporting my femme side. Years later, she never accepted or acknowledged that I dressed.
- Diane
I've been quite introspective lately and I'm beginning to think I might want to transition someday, but I'm not entirely sure yet. I mean, I am and I'm not. Anyway, I hope my mom would be fine with having a daughter in this circumstance. I'd love to be a good daughter to my mother.
like I said before when I was a small boy mom would find me in the lingeria section of the store feeling of the bras and panties instead of the toy aisle then when I was 9 she found me wearing my older sisters bra and panties she asked some questions and said I thought it would come to this so she took me to the store and I got to buy a bra and 3 pairs of panties
Thanks for the thread. You've just awakened some long forgotten memories in me.
Although the thoughts are quite fuzzy, I do recall her putting powder, rouge and makeup on me one rainy afternoon. This only happened once, but I can still see her smile and her delight (mine too) of how pretty I became on that day. i also recall that she joked about a wig and being fully dressed.
I know that she knew I wore her clothes from time to time. She never came right out and said anything, but I knew I wasn't hiding anything from her. I never dressed in front of her or anyone else. The thought was very appealing but I never acted on it. Neither of us ever brought it up again.
She passed a very long time ago.
The memory is sweet.
My mother and I never talked about it but she did buy me very girlie type panties, so I guess she did know we just never talked about it ......
My mother had five sons, no daughters. Years ago when I was young I had a somewhat awkward relationship with my mother regarding my CDing. She knew, but didn't understand or really accept. At one point, I think when I was about 16 and dressing daily with mixed boy-girl items, she said "I have five sons, but never wanted any of them to turn into a daughter. On the other hand, my mother often tried to protect me from the often violent reactions of my father towards my CD tenancies. For the last twelve years of my mother's life my SO and I cared for her in our home -- still my dear mother never really came to terms with my dressing. I always tried to keep dressing to a minimum around her. Over many years I've learned the hard way that you can never really change those around you into something they are not, only work towards mutual respect and love them for who they are.
Allana
I think she did....in her own subtle way! This forum makes me think! She did offer her shoes and hosiery for me to play with. She did get me the bride doll from the general store. (1949). When the girl cousins would come over we would hide her! (my brothers idea!) So the girls would not tear her up!!!! Perhaps that is why I would like a wedding dress one day! Hummmm. Tonight is my second fancy party in a big hotel!
If momma ever knew about the time I spent in her closet, she never let on. In the late fifties, early sixties, while I was in high school, she did ignore it when I started using hair rinse to play with hair color, or hair straighteners. But my taste in mens clothing always ran to the blue, Grey's, and dull, not a hint there that I loved skirts and colors! Now at 92, and 300 miles away, I have no plans to talk to her about it.
Tina B.
My Mom did...support and encourage.
My sister died of double pneumonia when she was 11 and I was 9. Devastated Mom who blamed herself for not taking her to the doctor/hospital early enough. Mom was actually committed for sereval months -that's how bad she was. And it was her only daughter. One day months after she came back from the institution she looked at me funny and asked me if she could dress me in my sisters's clothing and I of course replied with something like 'Mom, are you crazy!?' That started a bout of uncontrollable tears which scared the daylights out of me, so I grudgingly agreed to let her dress me in my sister's stuff.
To make a long story short, I loved it. A couple weeks later, Mom asked me again and I did not argue. A couple of weeks after that, the tables turned and I asked her, and so my path to crossdressing began.
She passed in 1991 and her heart always melted for Helen until she died...
My mother told me at a young age that they were expecting a girl...Several of her friends mentioned that she really wanted a daughter...Mom said I was going to be called Jo-Anne...she even offered to dress me in her clothes for Halo;ween when I was in my teens...fur coat and all.Being in such denial I declined her suggestion...Being a child of the 50s,was not an age where gender confusion was certainly :daydreaming: discussed...Maybe if I had been born twenty years later I would have told her that she always had her daughter....too late now...Mom's gone....she wouldn't have accepted me anyway...She too,was a product of her age and upbringing..........:daydreaming::daydreaming:
My mother caught me many times each time ended with my having a very red backside. I would always tell her I am a girl not a boy with the same result.
My Mother knew I borrowed her things, and would mention that she had found things in my bedroom, but she never made a big deal about that. And then when I was 12 years old, she dressed me up as a woman for Halloween with bra, panties hose and heels and that is when Doreen blossomed. To this day, putting on my bra is a magical moment for me.
My mom, also, was encouraging, mostly in subtle was. When I was ten, I asked to be a girl for Halloween, and she went all out making a beautiful costume for me, then dressing me with lipstick and curls. (I wish that had included a bra, like Doreen, but alas, I was too young) I think after that, there was always a bond of femininity between us. She dressed in front of me and asked my opinion about her dress, etc--which she never did with my brother. When she would buy me clothes, they were always somewhat feminine, and she would remark on how "handsome" I looked, but I think she really wanted to say "pretty" and corrected herself for my dad's sake. So I've always felt that Chrissie is very naturally my mother's child.
After having three daughters in a row my mom was glad to finally have a son. Although when my brother came along (after another girl), he became the favorite son. Mom caught me several times wearing girdles, stockings, etc. but never really gave me "the talk". However she did have a way of foisting guilt upon me. She had five daughters in all and only two sons so even though she suspected that I dressed, she had no desire for me to be her sixth daughter.
My mom must have suspected that I played in her jewelry box a lot but never let on that she did. No word was ever said by either parent, but I suspect they knew I had "other" interests. Perhaps they thought if was a phase and I'd grow out of it if they just left it alone?
ChanDelle
When I was very young, Mom told me what she would have named me if I had been a girl. Later she had a daughter, but I think she would have been happy with me as a girl as well. When I was an adolescent, we went barefoot in the house, and mom kept a pair of her shoes at the back door. For a while in my teens I used her shoes when taking out the trash because they fit. Everyone knew, no one objected, seemed natural & fun. Eventually my feet outgrew the opportunity. She didn't know, I guess, that I tried on her hose & girdles during the same years. Serious CDing developed decades later. I believe she loved me & would have, no matter what. She's gone now, and I sometimes feel I miss having had the opportunity to be her daughter.
Not my mother but my aunt let me dress at her house for years when I was young she got me my first training bra and at that point I knew I was "hooked" for life
As some of you already know, my grandma got me started. It was never an experience where she laughed or giggled in any way. It was a very positive experience and my grand dad was fine with it. Mom and Dad certainly were not fine with it and found out. :(
Grandma died about six years ago and I miss her very much. How many grandma's in the early 70's had a lava lamp???
My mother wanted me to see a phsychiatrist,she thought something was wrong with me. I'm just a crossdresser,nothing wrong with that.
I made the mistake of choosing an 8 hour car trip to talk to my mom about dressing. About 2 hours in, I asked if we could get me a couple girls outfits because I felt like a girl sometimes. All I got was a "No.", which is odd because she can be very talkative. To me, though, that one word could've filled a book.
It was an agonizingly quiet 6 hours to follow.
My mother said many times that she wanted a daughter and would have named her "Linda", hence my screen name.
She never knew about my crossdressing but when I was young, she would sew dresses for her nieces and make me model them so she could mark the hems.
I have often wondered if my crossdressing is somehow an attempt to please my (late) mother.
My mother (and mostly unknown to my father, I think) often had me wear my older sister's underwear because mine were dirty. I too was used as a dress model for a girl cousin. At three and a half years old I was baptized in a very pretty dress (I saw pictures but don't remember the event). Then about the last thing I was encouraged to be girly in was a Halloween costume. It was a colonial girl's dress. I really looked like a girl in that dress and when I went out I seemed to have fooled everybody. That experience led me to expolore femininity even more but it was something I kept very secret. I remember I didn't have any sexual feelings at that time and I believe I could have stopped CDing at anytime. It wasn't until I hit the right combination of clothes that nature explosively took over and I was a CD'er from that point on.
After a few years of this I was caught in my sister's green skirt by my mother. All hell broke loose and she got my father involved. Perhaps my mother blamed herself for what she did to me in my earlier years but she definitely did not want me to pursue CDing.
In my very early years all I heard from my mother was "You were suppose to be a girl!" Her first born was a boy. Therefore, for the perfect family I was suppose to be a girl. It bothered me so much that I put on one of her floor length nightgowns and cried. She consoled me saying that she was happy with me, yadda, yadda, yadda. I don't know if that episode made an imprint on me. Her drying her slips in the bathroom led me to a life of cross dressing. As a pre-teen I truly loved the feel of the nylon slips. There was no sexual component to wearing them. I think that would be common experience.
What probably drove me to being a cross dresser was her totally stupid viewpoint on sexuality. As with most developing teenage boys, I had nocturnal emissions (wet dreams). Well, it was impossible to hide the PJ's and sheets. She screamed and yelled about it. That made me feel I was different from other guys. Masturbation was a sin to get you directly to hell, do not pass go! Along with my preference for slips, I felt I must have been a 'queer.' Her attitude more than anything else probably lead me to cross dressing, since I felt most comfortable in my sexuality wearing slips and dresses by mid teens. I envy those of you who were introduced into cross dressing in a playful manner by a mom, sister or cousin.
Short answer to this question for me is NO NO NO.
my mother knows i dress but does not want to see her son dressed as a girl.
claire
Two words.
No
and
way.
She freaks out if I have on anything that is even nice or dressy, unless it is a three piece suit and tie.
When I came out, my mom called me a freak, sent me to a mental ward for a couple weeks, and wouldn't talk to me for about two years. That was when I was about sixteen. Things have gotten a little better but I can't dress up in front of her.
I was caught a couple of times with some of my mothers underwear but no comment was made she just took her things back. Over the years there have been subtle comments but nothing to lure me into a full revelation of who I am or what I do. Huggs Fiona
My mum has found a few pairs of shoes and knickers in my room, nothing happened though. My sister is very supportive, we use to play games in my room and one time I left a thong under my desk, after a talk, she offered to take me shopping the next day. She helped me buy my first pair of high heels, a dress, make up and lots of bras and knickers.
I never had the chance to tell my mom. I think that she would have supported me and helpled me.
What a difference time makes. My mother scolded me since I was about 4 for wearing her hose, and beat my backside red when she found me dressed as "Daisy Duke" in the bathroom when I was about 14 (forgot to lock the door). When I admitted to dressing to her back in '01 (at age 35 then), now she seems more accepting although we do not talk about it much and when we do she just mentions the feel of hose, like it is just about hose. I tell her it is deeper than that, but she has her own mind and seems stuck on me having a hose fetish. Wish she would listen to me instead of hearing what she wants to hear.
My mother had mixed feelings about my crossdressing. She used to make wedding dresses and bridesmaid dresses at home, had quite a business, and often needed someone to model the dresses. I was often asked to do this. I think in my life I must have worn 30 different wedding dresses and I'd imagine 60 bridesmaid dresses, but that is only a rough guess. I remember one day she was working on a particularly pretty wedding dress. She needed to see how everything moved on a body so I put it on. I pretended to be coy and she the veil on me and I held flowers. My father pretended to walk me down the aisle, it was funny. Then suddenly my mother got upset and insisted I take the dress off. I found out afterwards what had upset her, I looked better than the girl who was going to wear it for her wedding.
Hannah