Specifically, Nightgowns!

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If wearing women's nightgowns is your favorite way to crossdresss, please share how your love of nightgowns started.

After sleeping in women's nightgowns nightly for over 20 years, I'm still amazed at the powerful psychological effect they have on me!

I love wearing nightgowns...I love looking at nightgowns...I love seeing women wear nightgowns...and I even love the word, NIGHTGOWN!

Here's how MY obsession with nightgowns began...

This is my very first memory of crossdressing--I was 4 or 5 years old. I'm not sure who's idea it was, but I recall watching TV in bed with my mother while wearing her silky nightie! I also remember flitting around the house in that nightgown as if I was a little girl! It was a short, silky knee-length nightgown...but on me, because I was so young and small, the nightgown tickled the tops of my feet like a full-length nightgown. To this day, I don't know why my mother allowed me to do that...especially since it would seem so out of character for her, years later.

My next recollection of crossdressing happened a year or two later. For whatever reason, I didn't have any clean pajamas to wear to bed. So my mother made me wear her pink, silky pjs. I remember feeling silly wearing them, but no one saw me except for my younger sisters, and they didn't seem to care.

It happened again a few years later. I was maybe 10-years old...same deal...I didn't have any clean pajamas to wear to bed that night. It was winter, and my mother was angry that I didn't tell her I was out of clean pajamas. So she made me wear her frilly, ultra-feminine flannel pajamas to bed. She swore this wasn't a punishment; rather a necessity to stay warm that night. I'll never forget how mad I was at her for making me wear those.

When I turned 12, it happened again--I ran out of clean pajamas. But THIS time, it wasn't cold outside...so I begged Mom to let me sleep in just my underwear, but she wouldn't hear of it. My mother had a rule--everyone sleeps in SOMETHING. But this time, she handed me a nightgown to change into! I was shocked! The nightgown was long, soft and kinda silky! It had soft, lacy little shoulder straps--with a cute ruffle along the neckline--definitely something one would expect a young, pretty girl to wear to bed in the 1970s. Looking back, I don't ever remember seeing my mother wear that particular nightgown. Mom had lots of long, silky nightgowns, but I don't recall ever seeing her wear THAT one. And lo and behold, it fit me perfectly! I put up a weak protest, but mom said she no longer owned the slightly-less feminine pajamas...and the nightgown she was insisting I wear was the only option.

For the first time, I secretly found myself WANTING to sleep in that nightgown. And that night, for the first time since I was 4 or 5 years old, I actually got to sleep in a girl's nightgown! It was heavenly! I couldn't get over the soft and silky sensations I was feeling! The fabric of the nightgown caressed my skin all night. I kept tossing and turning just to feel the silkiness slide around me. I eventually passed out from the euphoria it brought me.

The next day, my pajamas were washed...and the nightgown was gone.

Not long after, my mother began attending regular Tuesday night church meetings, leaving me in charge of my two younger sisters. As soon as my sisters went to bed, I would sneak into my mother's room and try on her nightgowns. What made the experience even more exciting was when "Three's Company" would come on TV. Suzanne Somer's character, Chrissy Snow would prance around in these cute nighties, episode after episode...and it only fueled my love of women's nightgowns.

One night, I decided to steal one of my mother's rarely worn nightgowns and keep it in my room so that I could slip it on in the middle of the night. It didn't take long for her to walk in on me and catch me. Boy was she mad! In fact, she actually seemed horrified. I remember her yelling at me to take it off...and that what I was doing was a sin! I felt so ashamed and humiliated...and a bit surprised at her reaction. When I asked her why it wasn't a sin to wear a nightgown to bed on those previous occasions, she said it was because the circumstances were completely different. In her reasoning, I didn't have anything to wear...therefore, there was no choice. But in this case, wearing a nightgown to bed for gratification was wrong--an abomination--and I was forbidden to wear anything feminine again.

When I turned 18, I was finally old enough to live on my own...and you can bet the minute I had my own place, I started buying my own nightgowns, and slept in them every night.

Today, I'm 39-years old, married...and I still love sleeping in nightgowns every night! (BTW, I told my wife about my crossdressing a few months after we started dating...and luckily she chose to accept that part of me. We've been married for 10 years.)

So, how did it all start for you?