When I was young and stupid, still living at home It was only my mothers underwear. Now that I am old and stupid, I only wear mine. My wifes are to small and she would get really p!$$ed, ife she caught me in hers.
When I was young and stupid, still living at home It was only my mothers underwear. Now that I am old and stupid, I only wear mine. My wifes are to small and she would get really p!$$ed, ife she caught me in hers.
my sister's reply when I told her how I prefer to dress
"Everyone has there thing, all that matters is that you are happy, love what you do and who you do it with"
For me , It started with mom's hose (which were in the trash when I got them) and those great 1960's ultra pointed toe pumps with a heel no thicker than a pencil! Needless to say, bought my own stuff once I got a job @ 15. Can't say I ever rummaged through her closet or dresser (at least not that I can recall)
Started with girdle and bra, but quickly started to try EVERYTHING! If Mom had things or used them, I did also. By 9 dressed completely and by 12 was going out to walk our dog using rollers and a hair net as I didn't have a wig.
Janice Ailene:
I was very particular about which of my mother's clothes I wore. I only wore the things that fit.
It takes a real man to wear a dress.
I wore it all and watched my sister get in trouble for it. (We're not close, the female relative and I)
Edit: I never touched my moms things... I was (and still are) too afraid of my mother to mess with her things. I never even went into her bedroom unless I had permission.
I would never have worn anything of Mom's that was cotton... so drab...lol.
Being a baby boomer I was fortunate enough to have a mom that wore corsets and hose, heels and skirts, silky slips and panties. All of this was so extremely feminine that the thought of something so plain as cotton was abhorent. At the time I began dressing the most feminine of women were those on the pages of Playboy. Sensuous lingerie, filmy nighties, sheer hose and heels were the ultimate expression of womanhood.
While I still enjoy those things on occasion now I prefer to mix into the masses, not stand before them waving the flag. Of course I'm a little older now ....
I don't wear women's clothes, I wear MY clothes !