What's your earliest memory of dressing?
Mine is when I was four (I hadn't started primary school so I can date it very exactly) wearing a grey pleated skirt, navy knickers,
white socks and brown sandals, playing with my older sister and her friend.
What's your earliest memory of dressing?
Mine is when I was four (I hadn't started primary school so I can date it very exactly) wearing a grey pleated skirt, navy knickers,
white socks and brown sandals, playing with my older sister and her friend.
I was about 5 my mom made and ponshow and hat for my she and she let me try it on loved it.
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My earliest memory of dressing on my own would be at about 12 years old when I put on a pair of Mom's panties the first time. I had fantasized for some time before that. My Mom, after she found me out, confessed that she dressed me as a girl sometimes when I was very small, but I don't remember any of it.
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7.... Mom's walk-in closet!!! Walked in and never wanted to come out.....
about 4, was before kindergarten, mum's lingerie
Age 5 - I was in Kindergarten playing dress-up upstairs with the girls. I use to love wearing dresses. Now I don't.
Michelle
My earliest memory is probably about 7 or 8. My mom's friend brought over a bunch of purses and a couple of wigs, I can really remember the wigs. I always watched my mom put on make up, paint her nails. I was fasinated with it. I remember the first time I tried on panty hose, from there I was hooked! I've only told one person , my sons mother, after about a year we split up. She did say that it was part of it, but I did have good time while it lasted. We are still good friends and we're both re-married. She promised to keep it secret and for all I know she has.
Mine was at about 12. I found Mom's panties in the cloths hamper...then her bra, then her top and shorts (a cute little sailor's outfit). Next it was into the medicine cabinet for her lipstick. I was hooked...
I was some place around 5, I remember wearing one of my sisters bikini bottoms and using a belt for the top and wishing I had the other half of the bikini, I also remember my brother seeing me and hollering MMMooooommm.
and thats about it accept for the way I felt, I felt whole, and the feel of the bikini bottom was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt.
that is my very first memory.
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Last edited by Kelly Greene; 11-05-2008 at 10:23 PM. Reason: spelling
Six years old. I had dreams of being forced to dress like a girl. I loved it and continued it on until today.
I'm still ery young, but the first time I noticed something diff. was when I was in the second grade and found my moms lingere. I stole it and wore it to bed. On and off throught the years I've been doing it since.
I can't remember exactly (hey things become a blur when you get older) but I was 10 or 11 and I found my mothers "bloomers" in the bathroom drying and had this impulse to try them on. I've been hooked ever since. After that is was her stockings, slips, dresses and always lipstick. Lipstick is still a passion of mine.
I was about 4. I used to try on my grandmothers slips. I think i used to love the feel.
I was about 12 and remember sneaking my sisters garter belts and stockings. I was also working at a womens clothing store (janitorial work) at the time. They were discarding a number of panties so I took some.
ColleenW
For me it was 12-13 and it was my mothers bras stuffed with socks. Keli
i remember the soft feel of my mom's slip as i touched it as a youngster. she ahd sily buttons on her sunday best dress that i would finger as i lay in her lap.
but more so was a little girl -1st grade who wore tights. the first that i ever saw. the teacher explained them to all. i was reared in a warm region where they were not worn normally?
i can still remeber seeing them and was fascinated!
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I think I was 6 or 7 when my sister put makeup on me. But, I remember when my first urge to dress was after I had been tackled by my cousin and she wrapped a play skirt around me because we were playing "make believe" and she wanted me to be a girl.
I'm not out to fool the world, just my inner girl
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One day, when I was 13, I fell while playing and scraped my chest. I went inside to check it out in the bathroom, and saw some of my mom's nightclothes on the dryer. I had a completely uncontrolable urge to try them on, and did. Haven't stopped since.
From a very early age, maybe 2-1/2 or 3 years, I would always ask my mom to put nail polish and lipstick on me when she was doing her own to go out. Sometimes she did, and I would wear it around the house or sometimes out to visit one of her friends for a few hours.
When I was four and five, I was enrolled in a preschool program that met in the basement of a local church. They had "dress up" areas for the boys and girls (carefully segregated) that included old clothing donated by the parents we could put on for play. I once organized two or three other boys into a "raiding party" and talked them into thinking it would be a good idea to charge into the girls' space and try on their pretty clothes! We hatched our plan carefully and I got so far as to put a pair of nice high heels on my feet before the teachers quickly stopped us and escorted us away. I'm sure none of the adults thought much about it at all, but I was heartbroken that it didn't work out and also remember thinking that my "friends" were no help at all and didn't really know how to wear the clothes, anyway.
These are my two earliest memories, but obviously the urge has been there for a long time, probably before I was able to express it in any kind of meaningful language or behavior.
My Mom was pretty cool about things in the early years. She let me wear nail polish and makeup frequently, took me to get my ears pierced when I was nine, and bought me my own first real pair of heels when I was twelve. I think after puberty started to hit she thought all this was not such a good idea anymore, and she didn't participate, or even really want to know that I was dressing, after that point.
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About 4, the girls that lived down the street had dressed my 2 year old brother in a tutu while we were all in the garden, they showed my mum and she laughed, he didnt have any idea what was going on. I remember asking my mum "i want one" so the neighbors went and got one and the rest is history.
I know it carried on after that as we used to play dress up with the girls on our street all the time, but the next time i remember was getting caught dressed in my mums wedding dress she had put in a dressing up box for us kids at about age 11, after that the box disappeared, i think they thought they needed to stop me but it only made me do it in secret.
About 7 y/o started.
Last edited by Jess_cd32; 11-06-2008 at 04:31 AM.
I was dressed by my mother, when about 5-7 yrs old, when I had been naughty!! She'd got an outgrown dress (cotton), allover floral which tied and buttoned at the back........from a neighbour. And I had to stay in my (small)bedroom, for what seemed like a very long time. Not just 10minutes! I can recall missing a meal as punishment too.
If I had been very bad, she would tie satin ribbons in my hair too. And cotton ankle socks. My 2yrs younger brother can't remember this happening, so it maybe didn't happen to him. Maybe I was very boistrous, and she wanted it out of me! I don't know.
At my age, it seems barbaric, but different times..my case is not unique.
Later, I watched her apply brown stain down her legs (no stockings in wartime), with a thin line down the back.....
I watched her put on her underwear and makeup.....and lipstick, very sensuous.
At about 9-10, I found that her clothes were similar size to myself, and I dressed often when no-one home but me, and sometimes in the evening, went for a walk (in the dark) around the block of homes..........seems dangerous now. I didn't care. I HAD to do it.
It's been quite a ride.............Sonia
My first memory of dressing up was one night when I was about 4 yo and I put on a pair of mum's pantyhose ,put hair clips in my hair and went to bed .When she came to kiss me goodnight I think she saw the hair clips but didnt notice the pantyhose .I don't recall her saying anything specific.Then I really did not try any clothes again until 13 yo when I purchased a ballet outfit and it went on from there .Then I loved dressing up in mums clothes ,trying on all sorts of different combinations when I had the chance and I loved dancing around the house pretending to be a groovy girl!!
Pattie O
I remember standing up in my cot so that I could see myself in the mirror. I would improvise dresses and skirts using my bedsheets and then do little twirls. I would even use the rubber undersheet as a cool shiny black cloak.
...which might explain some of my fetishy clothing preferences
My mom would dress me up in my sister's hand me downs when I was a toddler, I distinctly remember wearing dresses and having her do things with my hair. One day when I was outside playing, I got my boy clothes all dirty; she was furious, because I didn't have that many clothes. She then would often dress me in some of my sisters old clothes when I was playing alone, she told me, so that I wouldn't ruin my good boy clothes. She did carefully avoid letting anyone else see me dressed like that, though. At 4, I often felt ignored, and I grew envious of my older sister always getting so much attention, especially when mom got her ready for school, making her pretty, doing her hair, always buying her new clothes (my sister's wardrobe was easily ten times the size of mine). So one day while she was getting my sister ready for school, I went and took out some of her clothes, put them on, and went up to them and said, "I'm ready to go to school too!" My sister was furious and hit me, my mom just changed me out of her dress and back into my boy clothes. After we walked my sister to school and came home, my mom asked me if I really wanted to wear the dress, but she said it in such a way that I already knew she wanted me to say no, so I did. That wasn't the end of it. Once I started school, mom went back to work, and laundry wasn't always done in a timely manner. Mom would sew red and blue stripes into the waistband of my sisters old panties and have me wear them when I ran out of my fruit of the loom boy shorts, but I knew what they really were. I always had a crush on one of the little girls when I was young; I think because I saw males and females on tv being affectionate to one another, and, being starved of affection myself, saw that as a means to an end. I envied my sister, saw being a girl as a good thing, and wanted to have friends like my sister did (I had none). I wanted to hang out with my sister and her friends, but was derided for being a boy, and was told that was why I didn't 'belong' with them. Now that I'm older, I know that a little sister wouldn't have had a chance either, but I grew up believing it was all because I was a boy (and so, I wanted to be a girl). Over the year, I gravitated towards wearing my sister's old clothes in private whenever I could. None of this made me self identify as female; but it all, when in addition to a lot of other things, made me wonder if maybe I was supposed to be a girl. Then when my abuser suggested that god had made a mistake, that he was sure that I was supposed to be a girl, that's when any chance for me to be a normal boy began to spiral out of control.
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.
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