Mothers Crossdressing Boys
I've always thought the mothers crossdressing boys thing was a wishful hindsight fiction dreamed up by mtf CD's, but I'm a little startled to find this about Ernest Hemingway, on Wikipedia:
"His mother had wanted to bear twins, and when this did not happen, she dressed young Ernest and his sister Marcelline (eighteen months his senior) in similar clothes and with similar hairstyles, maintaining the pretense of the two children being "twins." Grace Hemingway further feminized her son in his youth by calling him "Ernestine."[3] (Though much is made of this by biographers -- especially Kenneth S. Lynn -- it should be noted that middle-class Victorian boys were often treated in this manner.)"
I know that you can find pics of young Teddy Roosevelt and Franklin D. Roosevelt in girlish garb, too, which confirms the idea that this was just a Victorian fashion. Anyhow, it's odd....and the Wiki piece on Hemingway is a good read, here.
I'm not sure where to post this, and certainly won't mind if it's moved to the lounge.
My mother crossdressed me at age 4
Hi Everyone: Iknow its trendy now to blame everything on "childhood experiences" and everything is now "child abuse" but I don't think what my mother did was abusive. I do wonder if it made me inclined to CD however.
I was age 4, this was before all children were in some kind of preschool. I was home with mommy everyday when my sister was at school, she 4 yrs older. One day when my sister came home with 2 of her little friends my mother was washing and probably getting my sister's clothes that were to small ready to take to somewhere. My mother saw that I was interested, no preoccupied with my sister's girlfriends. I always wanted to play with my sister's friends.
My mother says "lets see what U would look like as a little girl". So she takes my clothes off in front of the girls, and they R giggling, then she puts me in my sisters panties, plaid bib front party dress with buttons up the back and a full pleated skirt with a crinoline and socks with lace and mary janes. I remember being excited and crying at the same time. Perhaps I was crying because I didn't understand why I was excited. Then she said "U look so cute, just like a littel girl".
I remember that clearly, and it never happened again. The next time I crossdressed it was my idea, and it was my older sister's black lacecup underwire bra (a 36B)on the floor and it spoke to me. I knew when I fastened it behind my back, like I had seen my mother do, and adjusted my self into the cups that I was a crossdresser forever. I decided to take it, and as I did I also saw on the floor over by her bed the matching LLPG. Yes it went with me also.
I have tried to stop when I was younger, without sucess. I now embrace my crossdressing and do it all the time. NO more guilt or recriminations. It is a quirk, a man wearing clothes nothing more. How much less innoccuous could anything be. It hurts noone, gives me great pleasure and is not unhealthy and costs very little.