I keep reading how CDs first start out stealing their moms clothes and dressing in secret out of fear of being outed etc.. However, I was just wondering if any CDs here had mothers who were actually supportive and encouraging of their crossdressing.
Did your mother ever dress you up as a girl or let you use her clothing? Did she ever compliment you on how you looked as a girl? Did she have any restrictions on your dressing?
thanks
HI Luvs: My mother once crossdressed me in my older sisters party gingham dress with buttons up the back, lace panties ,and lace socks with maryjanes in front of my sister and her little friends because I was trying to crash her teaparty.
I remember being both humiliated and stimulated at the time . My mother crossed the line because I remember her saying if I told my dad she would spank me too.
Fast forward to age 14 and a very pretty woman told me I needed to wear a bra specifically she said " You should be wearing a bra honey , your tits are bigger than mine".
About a week later as I walked past my sisters open bedroom door I saw her black Vassarette 36B lace underwire bra and I put it on . I almost feinted from the sensation of my boy tits being held up in that brassiere and I was a CDer forever in that instant.
Two days later my mother came looking for my sisters bra and pantygirdle (I took that too) and she found them on me , and really enjoying them if hyou know what I mean . She made me strip and took them and made me promise not to wear my sisters
clothes anymore . So two weeks later when I was desperate to dress up again , I got into my moms lingerie drawer and took her bra pantygirdle slip and stockings . That is what I was wearing the second time she caught me.
So she asked her friend what she should do to help me and he said "get him his own things and forget about it" so she did . About a week later I came home from school and on my bed was my own first bra girdle and slip . She told me not to wear them out of
the house or to let my dad see me in them . I was both happy and safe (no shoplifting or stealing womens clothes ,a sex crime at the time where I lived) I was mothers little sissy at age 14 and although she may not have been happy about it she did take care of me .
Last edited by Sandra; 02-19-2015 at 01:24 PM. Reason: Poor choice of wording
My mom never helped me with clothing per se, but she occasionally polished my fingernails, showed me how to apply lipstick, and put clip-on earrings on me, starting around age 2-1/2. She let me get my ears pierced when I was nine (although it wasn't her idea originally), and bought me my first pair of heels when I was 12. Her interest waned after that when I entered junior high and puberty started to hit.
- Diane
by accident really, my mother gave me two tops that were comfy and stylish at the time, there was no hint of this being CD, just clothes that were nice.
another time i was bought a 2nd-hand tracksuit, it had faded from red to pink and was totally embarrassing at school - i never wore pink again until my recent CD explosion
It's funny that you don't think about these things at the time. I had a dresser that had some women things in it, the one article was my sisters wedding dress slip, it was amazing to wear. when my sister moved out it was hard for me to get pantyhose. I started working a part time job in a grocery store and I would buy them telling everyone my mom asked to buy them for her. At one point I had a pretty large collection and being young when I would finish, (you know what I mean) I wouldn't clean the pantyhose and I wasn't the neatest person and the drawer was getting messy. One day I came home from school and I went that drawer, the pantyhose and the slip were all washed and folded neatly. After that every few weeks I would find them washed and folded, never was anything said or did she treat or act different towards me. that was over thirty years ago and nothing was ever said. I guess its true what they say about mothers, it doesn't matter what there kids do they will always help and be supportive. Your thread just made me have this flashback, Thanks.
Just to provide the contrarian view, my Mom was in no way supportive. She discovered where I had stashed one of her bathing suits that I had purloined (I'm guessing I was about 6 at the time) and ratted me out to my Dad. It was not a pretty scene. The fact that I continued to crossdress after that is proof to me that crossdressing is not a choice.
I don't think my mother encouraged me but as a very young boy I would often find myself wearing my sister's panties and sometimes socks and a lacy tee because my own underwear was 'dirty'. When I was in the fifth grade I wore a dress to school for Halloween and because of numerous things that happened after that I became quite serious about CDing.
When I was around third or fourth grade I had an aunt that dressed me up in my cousins clothes when I got my own clothes dirty. It was around that same time that she beat me severely with a rubber hose. In later years she always referenced me as a 'sissy' or made disparaging remarks about my masculinity.
Another contrarian here. I was found out first by my Mom (on my first ever cross-dressing attempt, no less). Despite my extremely small frame (US size 2, women's), she barely tolerates me wearing women's jeans when not presenting female, and is still strongly against any of my attempts to present as female for the sake of it. I still ended up using one of her ball gowns (now missing) for a school play; it almost made it to junior college orientation before the discipline committee got wind of my orientation group's plan to cross-dress. Incidentally, she has also reminded me many times to 'be a man', albeit using the Mandarin equivalent.
My mom would buy things she never wore. Once a beautiful long blonde wig. I really had a thing for Goldie Hawn back then.....wait...I still do. Anyway...to be my own Goldie...bliss.
I do remember stealing her Jergen's Hand Lotion , god that stuff smelled so feminine, and using it with my paint set for makeup.
Last edited by ophelia; 02-19-2015 at 11:27 PM.
My mother opposed it vehemently but I had a lot of support from girlfriends.
Work on your elegance,
and beauty will follow.
My mother caught me in possession of some of my sister's clothes when very young, I remember her just looking at me like, "you shouldn't have these", I guess she assumed I had been wearing them. I've since always wondered whether she knows, but either way, she has definitely not condoned it at all.
Like others here, my mother was very much against my wearing any women's clothing.
Hugs, Carole
Yes, my mother often dressed me as a girl when I was a young teen. She was an expert dressmaker and specialised in weddings. She loved to do complete weddings, and would have all these girls over to the house to be measured for bridesmaid dresses and bridal gowns. As she was assembling them she needed to see how they hung on a real body and how they moved, so having a boy in the house 14-16 years old and about the size of a young adult woman, the next step was inevitable. I must have worn 50 or 60 bridesmaid dresses in my life, and maybe up to a dozen bridal gowns.
One time my mother was fitting a bridal gown on me and she commented that it was funny, the dress looked better on me than on the girl it was being built for. So my parents hammed it up, filled out the boobs, put the head-dress on me and my father pretended to walk his "daughter" down the aisle. I remember it being a lot of fun, it was a long time ago.
When I was a child my mother had me wear my sister's tights under my pants. It was a cold, winter day and she said there were no more clean socks to wear. I complied and loved the feeling. This event as well as others, started me down the crisscrossing path. Ironic that I'm writing this now wearing nude colored tights under my pants.
Mom started dressing me in my sister's clothes as an infant, way before I knew what was going on. I distinctly remember someone looking at me and saying what a pretty little girl once, when I was very young. She also avoided getting my hair cut, using excuses like she was running late and wanted to catch the bus (which ran every half hour, so that excuse didn't wash either), or that she ran out of money. I didn't live near many other kids, so I played by myself a lot, dressed in all kinds of my sisters hand me downs. This continued until dad came home early and saw how I was dressed and blew a gasket, saying I was not to wear her clothes again. According to mom, it was simply to save money. Which would have made sense, as we were poor. But she splurged on things that she wanted, such as new furniture. I also wound up with sis's underwear, with sewed blue and red thread into the waist, and mom told me they were the same as dad's fruit of the loom briefs. I don't know how much may have been because she really wanted another daughter, if she resented my being born a boy which screwed up her life, she was cheap and wanted to reserve spending on things that she wanted, or if she was mentally ill. But I'm sure it all contributed to my gender identity problems as I grew up.
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Lets also not forget that not all moms are nice; some are evil. Mine believed that people only had children in order to have someone to take care of them when they got old. Mine made it clear that the only reason she stayed with my dad was because of me and my sister. She made up all kinds of stories about how abusive my dad was to her. Neither I nor my sister ever saw anything like that from him. My mom's only concern about us was how our appearance and behavior reflected upon her.Originally Posted by Maria 60
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Some causes of crossdressing you've probably never even considered: My TG biography at:http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/...=1#post1490560
There's an addendum at post # 82 on that thread, too. It's about a ten minute read.
Why don't we understand our desire to dress, behave and feel like a girl? Because from childhood, boys are told that the worst possible thing we can be, is a sissy. This feeling is so ingrained into our psyche, that we will suppress any thoughts that connect us to being or wanting to be feminine, even to the point of creating separate personalities to assign those female feelings into.
"One of the first memories I have is me painting my nails with crayons. I do not remember how my Mom reacted when she saw them, but I do remember she asked if I really painted my nails."
So she knew, but did not fight it. I also accepted very early this is off limits, so I kind of let go. She took me to music class. Not instrument, but singing and reading the notes class. For the class you needed to have in-door shoes. I selected the soft ballerinas we had home either from her or from my sister. She actually allowed me to take them to music class. I remember I freaked out, and I did not want to go. I fought my mom, who finally took me to music class. There I stood in the flat ballerinas. The kids were asking if I was attending ballett or what? Felt embarrassed. Class was soon over, and nobody cared.
I was not accepting myself and I could not fit dressing anyway in my guy world... I am trying now.
My mom would let me dress in front of her, order clothes out of the catalog with me, and buy nylons for me when she went to the store.
I have mentioned this several times on here so one more time for the newbies. My mom wanted her first child to be a girl. She lived in the time when the women sewed the the babies clothes and she had made me several dresses out of flour sacks. My dad wasn't too pleased about all this but she dressed me for almost a year in the dresses she had made all the while letting my golden locks grow. Finally dad couldn't take it any longer and put a stop to it, sometimes though even after dad said no mom would let me play at her dresser in front of her big round mirror at the back. She let me play in her old makeup, and even painted my nails and toenails at times while dad was at work. He finally told her to stop and she did but I was hooked it seemed. I went thru my tee years and into my twenties without much wanting to dress but it seemed to all come back after I got married. Just watching my wife get dressed or her putting on her makeup touched something inside me to start playing again. Maybe something our moms instilled in us started and has lead to the things we do today. I still enjoy it 65 years later.
My mother said on a number of occasions "You'd make a nice girl"
Mine was dead against it and never knew if I actually did it. At one point I remember her threatening to make us wear panties if we didn't stop fighting. I recall thinking she had no clue how that was going to work!
She would have encouraged me to wear very cute, girlish, juvenile clothes if only I were born with more petite and feminine build....
Naw, but she did find my stash and burn it, forbade me from doing and called me everything but a child of God. Funny thing is years later I overheard her tell a relative she thought when she was pregnant with me she was gonna have a girl. I often wonder of that had something to do with it, the fact that I am CD. I told her I heard her say that and she denied ever saying it but I know what I heard.
To this day the fact that she won't accept it bothers me. But I can't really expect anything different. I have to live my life.
My mom didn't encourage it. I was young, in grade school, perhaps second grade. My cousin, who is two years younger, had left a pair of pink satin panties at my house, which became my secret panties to wear in bed at night. In my closet, besides my stuff, were a bunch of clothes that were my parents. Among the items, there were two that I just loved to wear. One was tan and the other was light blue. I don't know what the particular garment was called, but picture a one piece swimsuit with long sleeves and a very short attached skirt. I think you will see figure skaters wearing something similar when they compete. Anyway, at night, I would wear the panties and one of the garments while I was "sleeping." My mom caught me in the act one night, I had the panties on, and the other item was still on the hanger, in my bed. She wanted to know why, if I missed my cousin, did I miss my mom, why? why? why? I was terrified, near tears, and kept answering with I don't know. I repeatedly said that I wasn't going to put on the garment, which was a total lie. I wanted it to be over, so I just agreed to random suggestions she was asking. After that night, all those clothes in my closet vanished, never to be seen again. That moment was never spoken of again, but there were a few other instances where I was outed or caught in the act in some way.
I wish she did!!! I think she did sissify me growing up, with out either of us knowing it? she over protected me and smothered me. I have two older sisters, so I think that's what she knew. but my dad, he wanted a SON!!! so he pushed me in sports, and tried to make me a man. so..... here I am, all mixed up!!! and dressing is just the start.
I am one of the lucky ones in that my very open minded Mom encouraged me to explore and helped me with it...So glad for that!
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