Did not want me putting her clothes on. Said keep whatever clothes you buy in your bedroom and that she was never going in the room again.
Maria
Did not want me putting her clothes on. Said keep whatever clothes you buy in your bedroom and that she was never going in the room again.
Maria
I can relate to this. My mom found my little stash of stuff while going through my closet one day while I was at my grandparents. She called me on the phone, and said that when I got home, we'd have to have a talk about it. So we talked about it - sort of. I totally lied and told her it was just a phase, and that I was just mildly confused, mostly as a result of trauma earlier in my life. (I've always been a really good liar - it's the only thing I learned from my father.) She bought this hook line and sinker, because it's what she wanted to believe.Originally Posted by RylieCD
Wouldn't have mattered if she'd sent me to a psychiatrist though. I'd seen a couple of them already, and they were pretty worthless.
We got rid of the stash, and I relegated this to fantasy land for many, many years.
Whatever I do with this for the remainder of my life, I feel pretty confident that I will never tell her about this. My mom's awesome - don't get me wrong. But this is way outside of her comfort zone - like in another star system outside of her comfort zone...
My mum I am sure has always wondered what has been going through my head. I haven't told her anything about my CDing. I have never really had the time as she has always been to busy with her 4 husbands than for me and my half brother. I am sure if I did tell her she would have no problem with it but I guess we are not that close for me to tell her about it.
I will just say it was not cool, it really sucked, and there was lot's of encouragement/positive reinforcement to ditch the dress and pantyhose, and stick with the pants, which all young boys are supposed to do. Not to worry though, it's not like there was the internet or google back in early 80's, and I guess the only exposure most people had to CD's was "Norman Bates" and whatever male prositute CDing prositute was shown on the local evening news. Luckily both my parents know of my girl side and accept and approve.
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Hi Heathr, As far as I know I was never caught.
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When I got caught they wasted a lesson on the birds and the bees. When I was older and my mother found out she about had a nerves breakdown. She wanted me to self commit to an institution where I could have electric shock treatment. In later years it didn't bother her and she did give me some women's non obvious clothes as gifts from time to time.
Didn't catch me dressed but found some of her underwear in my closet. She made a point of being condescending and embarassing me, then told my dad, who was a real $%^& about it. As far as they know, I quit doing it as a teen.
At age 7 mom caught me wearing one of my sisters bras and panties and told me to take them off well about 2months later she caught me again this time she asked me some questons about it I answered her truthfully mom always new when I lied told her I liked wearing a bra and panties she then said if you are going to wear them you or going to have to buy them so off to the store we went pick out a black bra and pink panties layed them on the counter paid for them and the rest is history still a underdresser to this day dresses an skirts makeup wigs and forms or not me
I was caught a few times trying on my sister's panty-girdle, she would always tell me she would buy me one since I liked wearing them so much. Never did happen but often wonder what would have happen if she did.
Just want to say that your avatar is fantastic.
I was never caught in the act by my mom and for a long long time I thought I had "gotten away with it". As I look back now though I realize that she definitely knew. One of my biggest regrets is that I was too terrified to come out to her and a few times lied to her face to keep it a secret. She died when I was 18. :-/
I believe she would have been supportive if I had told her. She actually suggested that I dress as a girl for Halloween a couple of times. So yeeeaaah I was kind of an idiot as a kid.
My mom had found my(her...) clothes before in my once, frustratedly taking them from my "hiding spot" and never talking about it again. But I've never been caught with clothes on though I have had a couple close calls.
Both times I had fallen asleep dressed, wearing a bra and panties, and for some reason my mom opened the door to my room to tell me something. I was horrified, thinking she could see the bra through the thin blanket I had over me. I answered what ever she asked but she would not leave. Luckily at one point she turned around for 10 seconds to check on one of the dogs which I used to hastily take of the bra and throw it under the blanket, before she looked back; Dodged a bullet there.
I think she may be catching on, connecting dot and all.
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A couple of close calls there.
Kind of a long story.
When I was a kid, we lived in a rural area with 4 acres. I used to stash my things in a black trash bag in the woods, in the bottom of a dry creek. One of the neighbors had some family visiting them, and their little dog went missing. They asked my Mom if it was alright if they look in the woods on our property, and she let them. One of the guys that was helping look for the dog, stumbled across some womens clothes strewn in the creek bed. Apparently some animal tore into the bag. He told my mom about it, and she questioned me. I denied knowing where they came from. Before long, the police were called. I assume someone suspected foul play or something. Got questioned again by mom, and the cop as well. Finally fessed up to them being mine. Got asked the expected questions: "Are you gay? Do you want to be a girl?" I answered "no" to both. My parents started sending me to a therapist, with whom I did not cooperate. I wouldn't have known how to explain my feelings anyway. Mom didn't talk about it for years, until one day, out of the blue, she said "I know you don't want to talk about it, but one day, you will find someone, and you will want tell her". I swore she was wrong, but whadaya know... my wife is that person.
My mom never found out as can only imagine what would have happened if she did as my Dad would have freaked. I loved wearing all my mom's lingerie, dresses, stockings and the girdles were wonderful. These were always readily available so never had to hide anything, just put it back carefullly. That said my stash was a lot more cloths which I would take from our lady neighbors where I'd get things off the cloths lines and from drawers and hampers when I was in their homes. How I never got caught I don't know as they certainly had to know that they were missing some very nice lingerie as well as skirts and tops. It was so fun to wear all the different cloths at the time and it was a thrill how I got them but fortunately never got caught.
Back in 1974 when I was 16, my mom came home from work early which was something she never did ever.
She caught me all dolled up from head to toe with my nails and makeup done to the max and wearing a really cute short platinum blond wig which was hers.
My mom wore wigs at the time because of her thinning hair.
She already had an idea what was going on cause of the condition of her closets, drawers and makeup.
She asked me the are you gay question and do you want to be a girl. Of course at that time I just liked to dress.
Have to remember it was 1974. If it was today I might have said I don't know about the gay thing but I want to be a girl.
Anyway, we talked for awhile, I changed back to boy mode.
A few days later all of her wigs were gone and the subject of cross-dressing never came up ever again.
She made it clear that I should be ashamed of myself.
i was never caught outright but several close calls. i was a single child of a single parent. my mother knew something was up and was always threatened with her telling out pastor. for some reason this was a threat i did not want her to carry through. i guess pastor is about equal with professional help.
Well, I never thought I would reply to this question, but i've learned that getting things out, is kind of theraputic. I do remember dressing at a young age, around 12/13 My Mom found out and told my Father, the beatings started and continued until I was forced to leave home at 16 and joined the Navy (it's amazing what you can do with an ink eraser to a birth certificate) I learned to keep quiet. Although i'm glad most have had a less then traumatic experience, not all parents are educated enough. My father was very homophobic and at the time I did not even know what Gay or Lesbian was. We lived in a very rural good ol boy area. One of these days I may post about a letter from my Mom after she passed away, and documents she gave me.
I was only caught wearing her shoes, this was when I was like 15.
It was bad news. She totally made a huge deal about it. So much so I for the most part stopped except for when I knew I had the house to myself for like, 5 hours, and there was no possibility of ANYONE coming in.
I don't want my family to find out. I think everyone would totally flip out.
My parents split when I was young, and I lived mostly with my father when I mostly started exploring.
When I was young, I didn't really hide my stash; I just kept everything in my bottom drawer. If you open the drawer, you could see everything. I find it unlikely that my father would not have looked in there at some point over many years and found my clothes (along with various bondage items). I'm guessing he would have seen it and considered it private. My sister looked in there once, noticed it was my "stash" and closed it again quickly. Nothing much came of it, although she did call be "bondage boy" for an hour or so. I threw away my stash when I got married.
I never really got "caught" wearing girls clothes. A few minor incidents: Several times I was wearing girls clothes "under the covers" when my father came in with a question. I did once paint my toenails pink, and, a few days later, walked around the house without realizing. My father was not particularly impressed with this, although he somewhat justified it to himself that it were the girls at school who did this.
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I was caught once, I was going down the stairs and thought she was outside and she caught me at the top of the stairs. I was wearing her skirt and her taupe pantyhose with a little lace from her slip hanging out from the bottom, I just froze didn't know what to say. She said to me why I was dressed like that, I didn't answer and turned around and started walking towards my room and she told me to come back that she wanted to see me, and even made a comment on how ladylike I was to even be wearing a slip. I said no and got changed, it was never talked about again, but in my drawer I had a few pairs of panties and pantyhose and every once in a while I would find them washed. That was strange but I guess she was pretty cool.
I started dressing when I was 4 -5 years old. When out of town at grandparents overnight, my mom and my grandmother both would change in morning before going downstairs to breakfast, and leave their long tricot nightgowns on the bed. Being small, I was allowed to sleep in (probably so they could have some quiet time). One morning, I woke up, saw one laying on the bed in the next room, and was somehow curious to try it on. The sensations of the feelings of that material sliding down my body was just overwhelming, combined with the smell of perfume. Intoxicating for a child... In my young mind I thought this must be what it's like to be a girl, and I loved the feeling. This started a pattern then that lasted for a few years. Alone time in girls clothes. A year or two later, my mom came up and found me in her finest. She calmly said to take her gown off, get dressed and come down for breakfast. Another word was never said. I kept dressing though when visiting grandparents, I just became more quiet and careful.
This is when my dressing started, and I have been continuing now for well over 50 years off and on. I remember those days like they were yesterday. I also remember having a favorite; a long light blue gown with quite a bit of white lace in the bodice.
I've long suspected my mom knew I was continuing to dress, even as the patterns changed over time as I grew in size and what was available to wear. She never said anything though...
Interesting along the lines of ongoing threads, my mom told me a few times growing up that she had wanted a girl.
I don't know that my mom's reaction to finding one of my sister's bathing suits and some pantyhose between my mattress and bed spring would really have been that awful, but I completely freaked out and hid outside the house for an hour or more. I said that I had been mad at my sister and that's why I'd taken the clothes. Pretty thin, and not sure whether my mom believed it. As some other people said, at some level I wish the issue had come out then, but it didn't.
I am freaked out now - I have lived exactly what you have just described. Every detail.
was 12-13 when i got caught. My mom found what i used for breasts. Some of those foam-ish things, i knew they were used for em since my grandmother used em for the same thing. And my mother went nuts. First thing she said was...."what are you doing to me?". Kinda weird question looking back. Either way, that was the start of a rant that i can still remember. It went from the usual 'are you gay' to 'there is something wrong with you' and the endless same remark in between along the lines of 'you have no idea what you're doing to me'. It felt like she took my dignity away. And the funniest part is yet to come....telling her it never stopped and i still do it. Soo not looking forward to that day.
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