Originally Posted by
wearingtanpantyhose
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was just a little kid, maybe five or six. My mother was sewing new pleated fabric covers for two large lampshades. They looked just like a little pleated skirt before mounting them on the rigid shades. While mom was in another room, I slipped on the "skirt" to see what it felt like. I've been wearing skirts practically ever since (well, since Jr. High or so) and to this day prefer them to dresses. As the youngest of three boys, I was always told I was supposed to be a girl. I guess I just wanted to see what this "girl stuff" was all about. And I'm still on that quest.