Not dress fully just in my sisters panties and bra. But I was always generally treated like a girl when I was really young...and throughout my life actually. So even back then it must have somehow showed and everyone could see I wasn't a typical boy.
Dana, I so know what you're talking about...Originally Posted by drushin703
Although I've already replied early on to this thread, I just wanted to say how unbelievably lucky all of us frequenting this site truly are.
Y'know, we dressed as little girls, young ladies, or grown women... we've tasted the forbidden fruits of what it felt like to step out of the masculine and into the feminine. And every respondent here did, and still does.
I'll daresay that if every little boy, pre-teen, adolescent, young adult, or grown man dared to buck convention and at least try on female clothing, they might well find the experience enjoyable. We all did, and keep coming back for more.
If nothing else, at least they'd gain a greater understanding of how "the other half lives"... and I believe we'd gain a lot of new members!
Hi Maya, I didn't dress all the way but I started around 4 or 5.
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I was raised as a girl, an I think it was so my father would not be A 1 for the draft. My father was the only one in his family that was married. I knew for a long time that I liked too wear girls an now women's cloths. This was durning WW2. I don't really remember being a girl, but later in life one of my aunts told me at a get together of our family. It was quite a shock as I knew I like dressing, but to learn that about my self was interesting.
When I was five or six my step-monster used my closet for the overflow. She just had too many clothes. One day she left a pair of pantyhose on the floor and I tried them on. I was addicted from then on. She lost many pair of pantyhose over the next few years. I expanded to one of her one-piece bathing suits, a teddy, a nightie or two, etc. I never got to go anywhere dressed other than a sneak out for a quick walk in the wooded area.
I was 14 when I wore some of my best friends sisters clothes. She was 2 years younger than us and it began as a dare. She started asking if I wanted to wear more of her clothes, and I quickly found myself in some tops and skirts. She had just began wearing training bras and thought I should experience the same and soon found myself wearing bras too. I continued dressing with her and she was the one who gave me my first bra and also took me out for the first time for a halloween party.
I first tried on something at around 6, at least the first time I remember for sure, that was a long time ago. The first time I dressed fully as a female, minus undergarments, was around 8, I found a bag of old clothes is our shed, there was a skirt that was ankle length on me, a blouse, even found a pair of my sisters shoes.
I "borrowed" a scarf from my sister. I knew it was suppose to be a rag bag, but to me it was a treasure chest. I pulled out a few pieces and hid them somewhere else. I spent many an afternoon in and around that old shed.
It was still a few years between then and being able to put underwear with the outerwear, just couldn't get sis's bra and panties out of the house.
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I jumped into my mothers clothes and makeup the first time
my parents thought I was old enough to be left alone. Many years ago. Always thought it would go away!! (It doesn't)
My earliest memory was when I was four and I got caught because I started crying when I couldn't figure out how to take off my sisters dress.
Lots of laughter followed and I dressed in secret from then as I realized it wasn't a "normal" thing to do.
Growing up with mother and older sister, they got to wear nightgowns while I just had boy pajamas. Boring! I got to wear my sister's hand-me-downs at night, which my mother was fine with. Was THAT the start of my journey?
As I posted in another thread, back in the mid 60's, when I was about 10 years old my mother used me for a wig stand. I did not really like that.
My mother also took in sewing and alterations for added income. So fast forward a couple years and and around age 12/13 I got drafted to be the dress form for garments in my size range. In the name of making money my mother had no issues with me wearing proper undergarments for the fitting.
For most dress fittings I would have on panty girdle, bra, stockings slip and heels. Unfortunately I started liking it too much and things like shaving the fuzz off my legs or wearing the lingerie a little too long after the fitting was over did not go unnoticed.
One day my mother came home with a dress stand from a second hand shop and I was replaced. Evidently mother told her sister about my inclinations and my cousin Mary got wind of it.
While visiting at Mary's one time she approached me about it and asked if she could dress and make me up. I agreed and when the timing was right I went along with it and had a blast. Mary kept it a good secret and we did it off and on until I could no longer wear her clothes around age 15. It was really fun wearing age appropriate clothing as it was the dawning of mini skirts and pantyhose.
I never did much full dressing after that and am content now with wearing panties , pantyhose and sometimes a nightgown to bed. And fortunately I have a wife who understands people are wired different and thinks nothing of my behavior.
Would I be this way if my mom had not started it? I do not have a clue to the answer. I do know prior to wearing the lingerie that I showed no interest in those kind of things.
Closest I came was secretly trying on girls hats at school... Naked!Not for me...
Closest I came was secretly trying on girls hats at school...
That sounds just so unexciting - I feel I need to spice that up somehow...
Katey x
There. Now it's spicey!
I've waited so long for this time. Makeup is so frustrating. Shaking hands and I look so old. This was a mistake.
My new maid's outfit is cute. Sure fits tight.
And then I step into the bedroom and in the mirror, I see a beautiful woman looking back at me.
Smile, Honey! You look fabulous!
My elder sisters dressed me as a girl when I was 3 years and took me to the park to play with their girl friends. This went on till I was 6 years. Don't know the feelings but I am sure it has a great bearing on my dressing today.
Before I brought my own stuff, I had to rely on my sister's clothes, which was fine, because despite her being 5 years older than me, she never really grew too much, so we were a similar size. I was pretty fortunate
As a child 'fully' dressed?, I don't think it happened, 4 or 5 i vaguely remember wrapping a table cloth like a sarong and throwing it away quickly as I saw my dad coming. My moms stockings, pantyhose and her lingerie came next but since I would go through her women's magazines a lot i wanted to be more like the lingerie models. It was only when I was about 14 or 15 I had on heels, slips, dresses, blouses, nighties, bra, panties, hose, kind of trying the whole look, with a little lipstick and eye make up. but even at that time it was still new and just not knowing what i want or am getting into. the level of excitement was 'explosive'
I would wrap satin or fuzzy things around me, I think around 11-12, and made makeshift panties when I got a little older, at one point I stole an old bridesmaids dress from my mom during a yardsale, still feel guilty about that one but it was so cute and I was only like 15 so I had no access to anything cute that fit my tiny girly body, oh and pantyhose were easy to get ahold of because my dad used them for something in the garage and had a bad full of new ones. Wish I didn't try to stop with drugs, now I'm getting back into it at 20 and it was such a setback! I could've been treating my body like the adorable temple it is.
Around puberty I would sneak into my sisters or mothers bedroom and wear their panties or control garments. Looking back it all makes sense.
My mom used me to model dresses that she sewed for some cousins of mine, my mom then thought it would be cute so she painted my nails and applied lipstick. I wore my grandma's long dresses funny nobody ever said anything. It was around 12 that I started experimenting with my mom's wardrobe. She had wigs and heels. She also had a pretty large amounts of cosmetics. I slowly got to the point where I would dress completely.
Yes I did wear lots of girl clothes as a young child around 5 to 7 years old.
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Yes, lots of time being in dresses when I was a child. My mother was an expert dressmaker and specialised in complete weddings, there were always bridal gowns and birdesmaids dresses in the house. For years in mmy teens when I was the size of a young woman she'd have me wear the dresses so she could check how they moved and see if they sat right. I ried one to add it up, must have worn at least 30 bridal gowns and 3 or 4 times as many birdesmad dresses in my youth. It felt good to be pretty once in a while.
No, unfortunately, the clothes just weren't available. My earliest memory of crossdressing is when I was three. But my first time fully dressed was when I was about 12. At that age my mother's clothes fit me pretty well. Also, my parents were out of the house a lot, so I had plenty of opportunity.
I knew since 1st grade or so that I had a draw to girls' clothes and being a girl, but didn't get enough courage to sneak into my mom's closet until around middle school. I never got caught, and pretty quickly swore it off to make sure I didn't. I've always wondered what would've happened had I had a sister, with clothes closer to my size and more appropriate for my age (I have a theory that peoples' wardrobe style freezes at around age 40, and my mom's clothes were definitely NOT fashionable for a middle schooler anyway!). I had to resist the urge to go into my girl cousins' closets when visiting them, which I successfully did. I kind of chalk up my generally high patience level and the ability to defer gratification that I have today in all aspects of my life to the practice I got from not wanting to get caught in women's clothing growing up!
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Wow, it is so great to hear everyone's stories on this. As for myself, I was never feminized but I remember as a very young child on vacation with my parents. It turned out that I needed a change of underwear, but given that my underwear was already packed, my mom suggested that I wear one of her panties. I felt embarassed but agreed. It was a wonderful and necessary beginning to my life as a sissy crossdresser!
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I guess you could say it started the day I was born; I was wrapped in a pink blanket in the delivery room! Turned out that lots of boys were born that day and they ran out of blue blankets. My earliest memories are of wearing Mom's old long gloves, having dollies, having one of Mom's old purses, and using the Avon lipstick samples. I thought it was normal and didn't understand when I was told I didn't need to take my purse with me like Mom did when we went places. Later, my younger sister and I played dress up as often as we could. I used her clothes or Mom's, just depended on whose fit best, and we had a blast!
Since most of my friends were girls in school it used to happen quite a lot. I would pretend I didn't want to but like everyone else we all loved to
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