What first got you started?

[heathr1]

For me, it was wearing mother's leather skirt.

[suezeq]

mothers pantes then my 3 sisters , eldest sister found me dressed in hers then she gave me some till she left home by then i had my own

[Aunt Peg]

Mother's pantyhose. Then dad got a Fredrick's catalog in the mail and I looked at it. I took some of my mother's panty hose that were being thrown out, and cut the legs off them. Then went to the store and bought some elastic and started to sew a garter belt for the hose. It didn't turn out too well! LOL

[Helen MC]

Wearing a pair of my big sister's white cotton knickers (panties) -full briefs with elastic through the leg bands, what Scots would call "Lassies' Knickers" when I was 12, forty years ago.

[Darlena]

When I was 7 my sister And I needed something to do on rainy days. So we came up with "The Fashion Show" And since all that we could find in the attic were ladies clothes we decided, "Why not?" We had everything from hats down to high heels. We kept our babysitter entertained this way. She thought it was quite the extravaganza. I had a hard time mastering those way big heels. I don't know how I managed to navigate all of those stairs in our house but I did.(oh, the memories!) Love+hugs+kisses,

[Angela Burke]

Having four older sisters, having unlimited access to all the dresses and skirts I could want, (fantastic!), having an understanding Mother, I really was a spoiled little madam, and I loved every second of it.
Wonderful memories!

Love Angela XX

[cosmolovesph]

Easy one for me to answer.

P A N T Y H O S E ! !

[Kiah Foxx]

For me the first time was dressing in drag on halloween on a dare. Oh my god, i could never put into words how good i felt. And then i was working in a small retail store and a female customer left a duffel bag, that was never claimed. The duffel bag sat there for 6 months so i finally opened it one day and girls, i won the lottery. The bag was full of make-up, clothes, a really nice pair of white pumps, and a thong. That's really the day i got started.

[Nastasha]

We were visiting my Aunt when I was young. All of us kids were out in the yard playing and ended up sloshing thru mudpuddles and the mud, soaked and filthy.

We got in trouble and had to clean up, my cousins were girls so I ended up with a pair of sweat pants and a polo shirt and a nice pair of flowery panties to wear until my clothes were ut of the laundry.

Been wearing ever since.

[Lisa Marie]

I found my love for pantyhose at the age of 9 and moms skirts.

[Its Sarah]

For a while we had some extended family living with us, and I got curious one day while at home by myself, and just sort of snuck into my cousins room and started trying on her clothes. Still don't really know why I did it.

I also have vague memories of my babysitter giving me tights to wear when I was 4 or so, but it was so long ago I can't be sure that even happened.

[Nikki Dee]

Mum's underskirts and stockings when I was about 11/12 years old...still am clinically obsessed with stockings.!!!!!!LOL
Love Nikki. xxx

[annekathleen]

Found a box full of my sisters clothes and I came across three pair of black stretch lace bikini panties. I couldn't wait to try them on. That was when I was 13. By the time I was 17, I was borrowing my girlfriend's younger sister's panties that she would leave on a laundry rack in the tub to dry. I would be wearing a pair and go use their bathroom. I'd leave the pair that I was wearing back on the rack, and put on a fresh pair. Don't think that she ever noticed. The younger sister wore the sexiest panties! Then I started a collection from every woman than I had ever been with. After that, I have to thank mail order. I've ordered thousands of dollars of panties from Victorias Secrets, and from E-Bay. I currently own at least 100 pairs of panties in every style, fabric, color, imagineable.

[Billie Renee]

I gues I was lucky my mom wanted me to be a girl so she dressed me in my sisters hand me downs which lasted a long time since my older sister are twins and I wound up with two of everything.of course my mom bought me my own panties and said that I shouldn't have to wear hand me down panties and when I turned 12 she bought me my first bra.

[SilkBra]

Pantyhose for sure. Having a Teenage sister didn't hurt either :)

[Imogen_Mann]

What got me started ? The desire to be a little girl when I was four years old... cant say more than that. I do know what I wore, why I wore it, when and under what circumstances, but thats my buisness.

It's a funny old life.

XX

Jayme

[Xandra]

As an 11 year old it would be my mum's leather coat. Then, after a long gap, it would be pantyhose.

[MsEva]

Oh so many things come to mind...my first best friends were girls..Brenda and Pam..I still love you, the coersion of an older boy to make me service him at the age of six, my mother's wanting of a girl(she had four boys..I was the second youngest), the unsuccessful attempt to make me up as a girl for halloween when I was around ten, I fought her because it hit too close to home, the sight of another boy dressed en femme for halloween parade at elementary school *she was stunning ..I can still see her in my mind after all these years, my mom's girdles, stockings and heels that I would occasionally try on, the discovery of merry widow foundations in the attic as a teen, my mom's go go boots and some really sexy aunts around the same time seemed to have a profound affect on me. So take your pick..they all influenced me to some degree.

[trisha_anne]

Well for me it was because of my mothers bedroom closet was too small. You see she couldn't fit all her dresses in there so she put some in mine. They were always there and one day I just couldn't fight the urge any more. I pulled out one of her dresses from my closet and locked my door and my crossdressing built from there. Incidently I told my mother about this and she just laugh and said..."I am glad those old things were useful to some one":)

[Robyn2006]

Well i've got one incredibly beautiful sister who was really the spark that set my fem spirit free. She's eight years older and has been such a strong influence on me throughout my life. As a kid, I was completely intranced by what she could do in front of her bathroom mirror. She'd awaken as a pretty girl alright, but then she'd go into her bathroom and transform herself into anyone's dream supermodel. I so loved to watch her put on her makeup, getting herself just right. To this day she hasn't a clue how much I learned from her... or how many of her things I borrowed in her absence! She is my absolute role model, both in life and in being fem. Such an amazing woman... I simply love her to death! So wish I could have been her sister!

Robyn

[Francine]

I would say...
my sister's grey dress. :angel:
I think I was 12 or 13...and she had this one dress, back zipper, shortsleeve dress, with a short hem line, mini skirt style..of the late 60's.

[pauleen]

I started by wearing my sisters high heels from the 70,s clunky platforms,then progressed to panties, and stockings,but mostly womens sexy shoes were a big turn on for me it didnt matter if they were flat sandals ,or sexy high heel clogs from the 70,s .

[JennyCD]

Playing dress-up with the little girl next door is my earliest memory of dressing. We would dress up, play with dolls and her easy bake oven.

[Melissa73]

for me, i started when as a joke, my brother dressed me in one of my sisters nightgowns. officially i protested, but deep inside, i found it intriquing.
And over the years i wore my sisters dressses, panties,

[JennyCD]

for me, i started when as a joke, my brother dressed me in one of my sisters nightgowns. officially i protested, but deep inside, i found it intriquing.
And over the years i wore my sisters dressses, panties,
Interesting. When I was in college we used to get drunk and play "truth or dare". I had one friend, Peggy, who I would always take the dare from because she would always dare me to dress in her panties and nighty. To this day, even though nothing ever happened between us (she was the girlfriend of a good friend of mine), I think we both enjoyed it very much. I know I did.

I wonder where she is now?

[Karren H]

Mothers panties and girdles when i was 8!

Karren

[Dana]

I've always have been drawn toward and jealous of women and femininity, even as at very young age. All of the trappings of feminity ~ has always attracted to me.

When I was four or five ~ I was sexually molested by a GG first cousin, and at abou the same time I was dressed in girl's clothes by my older sister.

Later, when I reach puberty around the age of 12 or so, I dressed in my older sister's panties, and bras' and .........................!

From then on it was any opportunity that presented itself.

When I got married ~ I couldn't keep myself out of my wife's clothes, especilly her lingere', and night gowns! I love the feel of softer fabircs such as nylon tricot, and satan. But, its not just the fabric, ~ its the pastel colors, the little femininie touches, the roses, the ribbions, the lace.

I know NOW, that I could never be with a GG and not "dress!" I know NOW that it would be only a question of "when" and not "if"!

[sweeting]

when i was about 10 i would borrow the neibours lingerie off the close line and wear it i loved itlove laurie

[Rene]

My first memory of any gender isues was when I was 4 or 5, I was playing dolls with a nieghbor girl. Her mother said I didn't I have to play dolls if I didn't want to. I told her it was OK, because I wanted to be a girl. It wasn't until a few years later, at the age of 7 did I try on my first feminine garment- my mothers slip. That is all it took.

[DKA]

We got in trouble and had to clean up, my cousins were girls so I ended up with a pair of sweat pants and a polo shirt and a nice pair of flowery panties to wear until my clothes were ut of the laundry.

Been wearing ever since.



I gues I was lucky my mom wanted me to be a girl so she dressed me in my sisters hand me downs which lasted a long time since my older sister are twins and I wound up with two of everything.of course my mom bought me my own panties and said that I shouldn't have to wear hand me down panties and when I turned 12 she bought me my first bra.

I would have loved to be in your position, my first time was before i was in 2nd grade, we had just moved and i "couldnt find" my underwear so i wore my sisters, o those were the days....i still dress to this day im 18 now

[Lauren Mitchell]

Full slips, girdles and stockings.

[Laura Jane]

I've always have been drawn toward and jealous of women and femininity, even as at very young age. All of the trappings of feminity ~ has always attracted to me.

I think most have posted a how rather than why story.

Dana thoughts struck a cord with me. I suppose the love of the images of women in their oh so different undergarments in the home shopping catelouges and the odd erotic magazine set me off. I couldn't talk to girls when I was 14, but I certainly could image being one and dressing up as one reinforced the fantasy.

[serinalynn]

My first time dressing was in mothers things, I was 11 or 12. Mom and Dad would go out on fridays and saturday nights. I would wait until they had been gome about 10 minutes or so and then I dashed for moms lingerie drawers and for a rural farm kid I had the whole house to myself for a few hours. My mother had (now that I think about it) some really classy late 40s and early 50s lingerie. By the time a few weeks went by I would be fully dressed in moms clothes and loving it. bra, pantie, garter belt, stockings, full slip, half slip. shoes and dress. Boy, did I feel great..... Well my need to feel and dress femme has not wained and has only gotten stronger. about 90-95% of my wardrobe has been obtained from lady's clothing sources.

My wife keeps telling me that I have too many femmine clothes but let there be a sale a shes handing me coupons telling me to go buy something.
Go Figure!!!!

[LisaRaye]

Easy for me too: Pantyhose set it off for me and I just kept going.:) :) :)

[Emily Howard]

For me it was slips and bras.

[jenny_cheerleader]

The first time? Well it was when i was at least 11, if not younger. While my parents and sister were out i went into my sister's "dress up trunk" and found this red dress that looked like something out of the 80s (i love what most people see these days as those hideous 80s prom dresses) anyway, i tried it on and walked around the house for about 20 minutes, and LOVED IT. then i realized my parents would be home soon and took it off. Low and behold about 1 minute after i was back in my room, dress put away and everything, they all arrived home. But thats not the closest call ever. Thats another story for another thread...

[kris_dresser]

I guess it was around the age of 7 or 8, my best friend found his older brother's porn stash, and we acted out hte scenes, with each of us taking turns dressing aas the girl, (or girls) in his sisters clothes. This was in the late sixties/early seventies, so garters/stockings were normal, as was slips (still luv em) girdles and assorted other shapers...ummm wish I had some of that lingerie now!

[KarenNY]

For me, it all started when I was in kindergarten -- I remember wishing I could wear the pretty dresses the girls were wearing for school! It's a very clear memory of feeling jealous that I couldn't wear what the girls were wearing! Later on, when I was 7 or 8, and for some reason I felt drawn to my mother's clothes -- specifically, the old, extra dresses she kept in the spare room. My mother was a divorcee and I was an only child, so occasionally when she was downstairs doing laundry or something, I would sneak into the spare room and try on some of her much-too-large-for-me dresses. They were rather unattractive, '60s/'70s styles, but I was 7 or 8 in the late '70s anyway... and what did I know?
Starting in about fourth grade, say when I was about 9 or 10, my mother started staying later at her work and I would come home from school to an empty house -- a latchkey kid. So I had an hour to an hour and a half until she came home from work to try on her things. By now I was definitely interested in women's clothes, and I began going through mom's closet to try on dresses, skirts and blouses and skirt suits -- my mother worked for a financial planner and had many lovely things for the office... this was right around 1980, so the fashions had begun to be more attractive, like ruffled blouses and pretty dresses.
At first, it was only her outer clothes I wore, but soon I began to try on pantyhose, and then mom's heels, which I became rather adept at walking in by the time I was 11... Also when I was 11, I discovered the delights of lingerie and began digging her undergarments out of the hamper... starting with bras and slips, and soon including panties with my ensemble. By the time I was 12, I was dressing from the skin out in my mother's beautiful office clothes -- using a belt to keep her skirts up around my waist -- and walking around the house with a purse over my shoulder pretending I was my mother going off to work... occasionally I even tried some lipstick, but was always careful to wash up before mom got home.
During the summers I would stay with Mrs. Holmes a few miles from my house -- a lady from our church who had a daughter about 3 years older than me. I began looking through Nancy's closet when I stayed there, though I was much to chicken to try anything on... but I did get caught looking once when I was 12... Mrs. Holmes poked her head into Nancy's room when I was looking at the beautiful clothes in her closet, and she said, "I don't think there's anything in there that would fit you, but we could find out!" She was smiling when she said it, but I didn't know if she was serious or not... either way, I panicked and rushed out of the room, never to return to Nancy's room... well, at least until my crossdressing was discovered by my mother, and she began buying me my own girls clothes, etc... my mother was very accepting and supportive of my dressing through my teen and college years... and Mrs. Holmes and Nancy became part of the very small circle of GGs who were "in" on my crossdressing activities... and I became the proud recipient of many hand-me-downs from Nancy's closet! She had a ton of beautiful Gunne Sax dresses, blouses and skirts, and I ended up with all of them!
Well, it's a long story, but that's part of my life...

:)

[BonnieJG]

My first time dressing is in a bra at night in bed when I was about 11, 12 i all was love bra's and when I was growing up i would all was try to but on a bra a to around the house all love how they look and fell on and still do I have about 30 bra's and getting more all the time them I started to dress up a little more all the time adding more and more now I dress up all the time when i can around the house and a bed time mow my wife dress me up at night to go to bed

[Pauline Wendy]

It was my sister's beautiful petticoats...then my mother's undies..and finally my own things!

I enjoy being a girl!

[MikiAnne]

I was supposed to have been born female....my parents already had my name picked out, and since my Dad was away in the military when I was born, my mom treated me as if i were female for almost three years.... it was only when my Dad finally came home that i began to be dressed as a boy. They divorced when I was four, and all through my life, until i finally left home, I was always punished for transgressions by being "girlified"........laugh... as if it was really punishment....

[Daniela]

Pantyhose for sure. Having a Teenage sister didn't hurt either :)

amen to that!!!!!!!!
same here

[Lissa Stevens]

I can't say for sure. I just always knew I felt wrong. One day I started wearing mother's clothes. Not sure what. The only thing I knew for sure was I felt better dressed in female attire.

[Ms. Laura]

Most Definitely, Pantyhose! My grandmother was a wicked fashionplate. She kept much of the clothing that she didn't wear anymore in the bedroom that I slept in. A wonderful playground of sequins, satin, and silf for a youngster who could still squeeze into size 7 Yves Saint-Laurent pumps!

[Michellemartyn]

For me, it was wearing mother's leather skirt.
Well done Heathr starting with leather go for it girl
For me it was a littel summer dress so cool with buttons right down the front
I must have been about 8 or 9 never stopped to this day:thumbsup:

[serinalynn]

For me it was slips and bras.


I could not agree more Slips and bras make me feel the most femmine.:)

[kaliope]

My neighbor. I tried on her shoes. She had a pair scholl exercise sandals. Since then, I was hooked. Moved on nylons, skirts and summer dresses. But I like white or nude hose and dr scholl's. Don't know why.

[Candy Heels]

My mother's stiletto heeled shoes. She had closets full of the most wonderful high heels.:D

[StephanieH]

When I was in the 4th grade, we had a boy's beauty pageant at school. Since I was a bigshot class president and all, I was expected to participate. I borrowed a tennis outfit from my first cousin who is the same age as me, and while terribly confused, I loved wearing it! It was a short white tennis dress with the matching panties/bottoms, whatever they call them under tennis outfits, but whatever it was, I liked it. They put a long brown wig on me, did my makeup, and I really did look like a 4th grade girl! I won the contest in fact! After that, I realized I liked dressing as the opposite sex, although I didn't understand why (still don't for that matter). I won another boy's beauty pageant in high school and once again, everybody thought it was just for laughs but I wasn't laughing inside! I repressed this urge for many, many years, but my wife and I recently came to an understanding and are having fun with it now on occasion. I think most of us started doing this early on. Personally, I blame the Josie and the Pussycats cartoon, because I loved that show back then and was probably the only boy in the world that was into it! But hey, Josie was hot - for a cartoon, I mean! :p

[Rosemary]

For me I can't really remember one partcicular thing starting me off. I was already attracted to all things feminine by the time I accidently discovered my father crossdressing in my mother's clothes. I was 12 then and by 13 the urge to dress up myself became too much. One amazing afternoon I finally plucked up the courage to put on my mother's bra and pantyhose, the bra was full lacey and wonderfully pink, the panty hose made my legs look so feminine and oh my god how good it felt!! I never wanted to take them off.

Since then I look forward the every opportunity I can get to dress up. Nothing else even comes close to the excitement I feel every time I dress in girls clothes.:)

Mary

[Jennifer47]

pantyhose and high heels.;)

[karentvca]

I discovered silky panties and slips in the bathroom hamper at the age of 6 or 7 and have never been able to resist since. So that's where I date my "official" tgirl beginnings. However, I have some baby pictures that show me in a white communion-like dress... very silky and lacy. I was born in England in the early fifties and my mum explained that it was quite common to dress baby boys like that for more formal occasions. I can't imagine that I would have reacted to that at such a tender age -- less than one year old -- but it is an interesting observation.

Perhaps that's why I find British tgirls of a certain age (like mine) so extra feminine...

[Bonnie D]

The first thing feminine that I was drawn to was around 4 or 5. It was my mother's voice. My father was in the military and we were stationed in Germany and my mother stayed at home. She used to sing a lot while doing things around the apartment. I loved her voice.

My first best friend was a girl who lived in one of the other apartments. (I now use her name)

By 11 or 12 and back in Canada for 5 or 6 years and still on a military base, my mother was now working. I have 3 younger brothers and money was tight. My father worked shift work and my mother worked days. Throughout the year there would be parties at the clubs on base and so my mother and father would get dressed up to go out. My father was handsome and my mother was beautiful but I was never impressed by what he wore even though he was very well dressed. I loved how my mother looked. I had occasionally seen her partially dressed while getting ready and loved what she wore. Black girdle with attached garters, black stockings (pantyhose didn't exist back then in mid 60s) and a black bra (sometimes strapless). Then came the makeup and bright red lips. Beautiful dresses and heels. Wow.

As soon as I was alone in the house, which was rare, I was in my mother's drawers pulling everything out. I put everything on. At that age the heels fit quite well as did everything else. I stuffed the bra with rolled up socks, chose a little black dress and then put on some lipstick. After walking around the house for a short time I went back to the bedroom to try on her other dresses. I loved getting all dressed up. I did it every chance I got ever since.

I had always been paying attention to girls but in a different way than boys normally did. I was interested in what they were wearing and how they were interacting with each other and with the boys. I was always envious.

But that gets into other issues.

Bonnie

[Stacy Lee]

I just wanted to emulate the things that attracted me so strongly to girls.

[Georgina]

Discovering my mothers slips, girdles and stockings over 45yrs ago started my interest in female clothes. An interest which has grown over those years. I still prefer girdle and stockings to pantyhose. Georgina

[joanlynn28]

It was playing next door with the girls when I was 8. We would wear their mothers old party dresses what fun!

[Raychel]

I guess I was around 10 years old and it was my mothers panty girdles/

[Lisa Golightly]

Burlesque. I always wanted to be a showgirl from about 5 years old :)

[RachelDenise]

I remember at about the age of 10 going into my mother's lingerie drawer and being attracted to her bras. I started with them and soon added panties and a panty girdle. Pantyhose came next. The rest is history. Why did I do it? Don't know but the urge to do so was present and very strong.

[Keri]

Seem to recall that it was my mother's nighties ... their soft smooth texture against my cheek and hands when she held me as a youngster. She had these long satin/rayon types that felt so nice to stroke. I'd "borrow" them some nights to take to my bed for their scent and their texture.

Then, there were my five older sisters who'd walk around the halls in their slips getting ready for school, for dates or for church. I was terribly envious of their ability to wear such sensual clothing and, after not much delay, I landed up wearing their lingerie more often than they did (on the QT, eh?).

[susan kay]

Seem to recall that it was my mother's nighties ... their soft smooth texture against my cheek and hands when she held me as a youngster. She had these long satin/rayon types that felt so nice to stroke. I'd "borrow" them some nights to take to my bed for their scent and their texture.

Then, there were my five older sisters who'd walk around the halls in their slips getting ready for school, for dates or for church. I was terribly envious of their ability to wear such sensual clothing and, after not much delay, I landed up wearing their lingerie more often than they did (on the QT, eh?).
it was holloween and i was five years old and my mother dressed me in my sister clothes right down to the frilly pantyies and made me up with her make up and over the years i could not help but to dress as a Girl for that is how i have always beleived my self to be. thank u for this site and being able to express myself to all of the Girls I thank each one.Susan Kay:bs:

[jamie48]

:D for me it was the site of frilly panties, once i tried them on i was stuck for life

[Faye73]

Hi there. I guess what got me started was my Mothers underskirts or slips, whatever you want to call them. Probably the silky ones too. I can remember when I was about 10 or 11, going through her clothes and the urge to put on a long skirt and an underskirt was very intense to me at times. And then ever since I have gone more or less the full way in dressing up.

I love the demure look of a woman, and pleated skirts and slips are so the best, with a nice blouse.

Be safe everyone. ;)

[Lissa Stevens]

I don't remember the exact things but I know I was wearing my mother's lingerie and high heels very young.

[NikiRayne]

I grew up with six sisters it was just always there

[katewithcurves]

I remember trying on my Mom's pantyhose when I was 5 out of sheer curiosity about this clothing that my mom wore that nobody else in the family did. Fast forward several years without any kind of recurrence to my discovery of my parents' porn stash and my Mom's collection of Frederick's clothing. I don't know what made me try any of that on but I did and I liked it. I have a sister one year younger who, as girls do, developed faster than her older brother did and so I was able to wear her clothes (hopefully, unbeknownst to her) through high school. She'd go visit relatives during the summer for two months at a time and while she was gone I'd watch pornography wearing her clothes and imagining (dreaming?) I was the tight blonde getting ****ed on screen.

[Tamara Barclay]

The item that did it for me was a "Bobbie Brooks" dress of my older sister. Just think of a little "Dutch" girl dress. the skirt was blue, the bodice was stretchy and floral, and it had white puffy sleaves. I was around 11

[Miriannah]

For me, my first time has to be snooping in my mother's drawers one day when I was home alone when I was still gradeschool-age. I tried on a swimsuit, pantyhose, and some other things and liked it enough to become an addict ever since that day. ^^

[nikkicd63]

i had a sister 10 years older than me, then 2 brothers, 6 and 4 years older than me. My brother's were always picking on me so I would hang around my sister to get away from them. She would dress in front of me and walk around in her bra & panties and I was fascinated by it. At about 8 years old, I remember starting to try on her things when she wasn't home. She moved out on her own shortly after and I began trying on mom's things when she wasn't home. My sister would come over to do laundry and I would sneak into our basement and take her things from the laundry and try them on. I then began keeping things slowly and hiding them in our basement. I had a best friend who had 4 older sisters and one time we were playing in his basement and their laundry was there. I asked him if he ever wore his sisters underware and he said no. I then dared him to put on a bra & panties and he did. From then on we had many dressing sessions, nothing sexual, just dressing together. Been dressing ever since. Last year at 41, I finally told my sister and to my surprise, she never knew or noticed her things missing. She was very cool about it and even gave me one of her bras and a nightgown for xmas.

[AprilMae]

Stockings and shoes were always the thing for me. I can go all the way back to Kindergarten in the mid 60's. My teacher was a typical middle aged woman. In the afternoons instead of shoes she would wear those wedgie opentoed slippers. And i was always mesmerized by the reinforced heels and toes of her stockings. Of course I had no idea why, or even what I was feeling but as I went on I would always look at women's legs and feet. i would love hearing the teacher's heels on the floors in the hallways, women on the street. I especially loved the sound of open bacled shoes slapping as they walked. Once puberty arrived and I began to "experiment" with my dad's stash of educational materials, I realized that the pictures where the women were wearing shoes and/or stockings always excitd me more. I went on to tryin on my Mom's shoes, and pantyhose (sadly, stockings were falling out of favor by then), and eventually moving up to skirts and dresses. The rest is history. But to this day I am a shoe horse,and almost always wear some sort of hosiery.

[Amanduhrob]

From ages 7 thru 9 my cousin Cheryl (15-17) babysat me, and dressed me to match her sister with girl's dresses, tights, and mary janes.

She would put a little lipstick , mascara, and bow/barrettes to make me look more feminine, and take us to the park, mall, and library.

I was young, and and never felt wrong, or out of place wearing a dress.

As I reached my mid teens, I started craving the feel of satin, and lipstick, so started dressing myself with Mom's clothes.

[Phyliss]

I was about 7 or 8 and my aunt, uncle and their daughter, (my cousin) were visiting for a week that summer. It was something our family did, they would visit us and the following year we would visit them. In those days that was a big deal. In the early 1950s travel from New York to Rhode Island was an all day affair. Today with the interstate I can do in three hours, (barring any traffic problems) what it used to take 10 hours to accomplish.
Anyhow, it was their turn that year. Now, I can't really remember my cousin too well, I just remember that she is older than I,(lives in the south somewhere still) by about 7 or 8 years.
Until this day I don't believe I had much of an interest in girls and what was ,"under there " The five seconds that changed my life happened. I was on the floor in the livingroom playing with something, my toy trucks or some other small toy. For some reason everybody was dressed up to go out somewhere. My cousin walked by me as I was on the floor and....I WAS CHANGED. I can remember the scene to this day. She was wearing a pencil skirt with the little slit in the front and back that went up about three or four inches, of course the skirt went below her knee as was the fashion in the early 50s. She had on a pair of high heels, don't remember what color, and stockings with seams.
I know she wasn't flashing me, (girls of that time didn't have "those kinds of thoughts") but for five seconds I was within 10 inches of her legs and she smelled wonderful. I couldn't tell you what sort of perfume she was wearing but it did get my attention.
It was at this time I began to think of what was "up there". One of the things I discovered soon after that was the Sears Roebuck catalog and all of the wonderful pictures of ladies in their underwear. Bras, open bottom girdles, garterbelts and stockings. I was in heaven just looking at the pictures. I hadn't yet learned about masturbating and the idea of me getting hard was completely unknown. I just knew that looking at the pictures gave me pleasure. I was so interested in the open bottom girdles that I'd hold the page at an angle to see if I could peek under there. Yeah, I was a dumb kid.
I turned 9 in Oct of 1953 and that following Jan of '54 my mom died of heart problems. Again, you have to put yourself in the context of the times. Kids weren't told of any adult problems. Think we "protect" our kids today? In those days we were totally "out of the loop" I can remember her being taken away by ambulance a number of times after the doctor had come to visit her, (They made house calls then), but she always came back home after three or four days.
So, when I came home from school that Friday and was met at the door by the neighbor lady who told me that mom had been taken to the hospital I wasn't too worried. When we'd go to visit her in the hospital, kids weren't allowed to see the patients. You had to be at least 16 or so to get in the room. Visiting time was also strictly controlled. So while Dad was visiting her, my older brother watched us kids,(my younger sister and I). He was, at the time, old enough to see her, while Dad watched us. Again, this had happened quite a number of time and became a normal thing for me. Moms get sick and have to go to the hospital.

Sundays around our house meant going to church in the morning and having breakfast when we got home. Around 1 PM we'd have Sunday dinner, and supper about 6 or 7. We had just sat down for dinner, and the phone rang. (being on a partyline we had to wait to be sure it was our ring). Dad answered it.
My world changed at that instant. He started crying and wailing, (I had never thought that he knew how to cry) my brother looked at us and I could tell that he knew what had happened. Dad came back to the table and told us that Mom had died. The rest of the day is a blank as to what went on, Monday we were kept home from school. In the afternoon we were told to get dressed in our good clothes. Not knowing why, we did as we were told. I can still remember my Dad telling me as we left the house. "Be a soldier and don't cry" I didn't know what he meant. When we got to the funeral home and went inside I saw my Mom in the casket. She was sleeping I thought, but something prevented me from trying to wake her. I can't remember too much of went on, I do know that all kinds of relatives showed up. My cousin was there too but somehow it just didn't seem right to try a peek, there was something about what was happening that I couldn't put my finger on but I knew it was important. She was buried on Wed and Dad didn't have the usual "send off party". I didn't know at nine years old that something like that was expected. Dad was always a private person, I guess that's one reason I don't "do well" in a crowd. There is enough of "actor" in me to fake it and make you think I'm doing OK.
I became a "latch key kid" long before the word was invented, and was raised by a single Father. In those days he was called a widower with children. I missed my mother very much, and began to believe my fantasy that she didn't die but had just "run away" and would return soon one day. Every older lady I saw that even looked like my mother would get the "twice over look" from me, I would be checking to see if it was really her in disguise.
I didn't realize it at the time, but I guess my Dad missed her very much also. He didn't disturb any of her clothes or move anything on her dresser. Doing our Saturday household chores we weren't allowed to even dust her dresser, my sister and I weren't allowed anywhere near her things. I began to sense a feeling of sacredness being attached to her items and the more I missed her the more I wanted to be near her things and touch them just to feel her near me. One day I opened one of her dresser drawers just to look at her clothes. I could smell her perfume that still lingered inside. (I couldn't tell you what kind or who made it, but it smelled sooo familiar) I sat on the floor in front of it and just stared at her clothes. Don't even remember what I was looking at but it was HER clothes. I felt comforted by just sitting there and looking. This went on for quite a time. When I was sure nobody was around I'd open one of her dresser drawers and just look. The idea of actually touching anything was completely foreign to me, it never occured to me that I had fingers to feel her closeness. Over time I guess that some of the fragrance dissapated but I didn't notice. I suppose I was smelling memories. I guess at least a year had gone by and I had to admit to myself that I could no longer smell anything. Somehow in my mind I figured out that if I fluff up the clothing I might be able to renew the smell. Never mind the fact that if I could renew the smell then somebody else would also be able to smell it and "the game would be up"
I was sitting in my usual place and staring at her things when the idea of fluffing up came to me and I reached into move things around. My world as I knew it shook to the base. I couldn't believe the feeling I was getting. I was holding something soft and slippery and it felt good. My heart began to race and I was mesmerized by the feeling. For the first time in my life I was actually touching womens underwear.
I knew it was wrong and I just knew that at any minute an angle of God would be striking me with a flaming sword and I would be comdemed to the bottom of hell where even the devils would be laughing at me for what I had done. I quickly closed the drawer and got away from there fast, before I got caught. I stayed away from there for many weeks but something kept calling me back and finally I could no longer resist. I was back in the dresser and feeling everything I could and loving each second of wonder. Being a "late bloomer" when it came to puberity I had not yet experienced an erection. Feeling the softness and sniffing for every little bit of her perfume I began to get an erection and couldn't quite understand what was happening to me. I was concerned but not scared, I remember thinking "what if it doesn't shrink?" The sound of my sister coming in the front door got my attention and I quickly put everything back in it's place.
Having to put up with her made me forget about my "growth problem" and it just went away with no worry.
I just knew that what I was doing was wrong and I tried to stay away but like the "siren song" of the "sea witches" that lured sailors to their death I kept coming back to touch and feel and smell what I could. Somewhere along the line I wondered what it would be like to try on some of her clothes. Another life changing moment happened. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I tried on a number of her blouses and skirts. I'm sure they were much too big for me and I must have looked like some clown at the time, but I wasn't thinking of that, I just knew I was somehow close to her by wearing her clothes.


Time marches on and ideas get bolder. One day I tried on a pair of her panties and I became very hard very quickly. This became the first time I masturbated. Not knowing how to do it I used both hands much like I had learned in Scouts to start a fire with a couple of sticks. Wearing the panties which were very large on me I had lots of room to do what I wanted. The more I rubbed myself the better it felt until I had an ejaculation. I was amazed at what had happened. I tried to repeat the action but I was going soft and no matter how hard I rubbed nothing happened and I didn't know why.
I don't know if I was ever discovered or not, nothing was ever "said" to me so I have to believe that nobody ever knew. However about this time her clothes were removed from the dresser. Now, almost two years after she died. They were put in paper bags and stored in the attic, a place where my sister and I were NOT allowed. As anyone who reads this can attest. As soon as a "forbidden" sign is placed on something we head right for it. Many an afternoon when I could find the time alone I would head for the attic and the bag where her panties were stored along with stockings and open bottom girdles. I would dress up and rub myself until I climaxed. By this time I figured out that I could "do it" once a day. So when I could I did.
Growing up with my secret, that I firmly believed I was the only one in the whole world who did what I did, always made me feel a bit self-conscious. Never was very good at sports, usually the last one picked in any team game, just never really feeling like I fit in. Even in Scouts I never really felt like I was with the "in" crowd. Always the kid "with the dead Mother" Dad kept us on a tight leash if you would. We hardly ever got to go many places, and when we could, he'd be there watching us. I realize now he was looking out for our welfare and I guess I can't really blame him for doing what he did.
As I grew up my feelings of missing my Mother slowly waned and so too did my trips to the attic. After I graduated from High School, I joined the Navy. After about ten years in I met a local gal and got married, (still married to her after 34 yrs). Sometime during our first year of marriage I began hinting about how girls get to wear "the good stuff" meaning nylon panties. Although my fasination for panties and other "girly" things had been "on hold" for the past ten years it never really went away. Somehow my hints must have finally gotten through and she let me buy some nylon mens briefs. True, they weren't panties but they were better than scratchy cotton Jockey shorts. Over time I've gotten a bit more brave in what I wear around her. The idea of my wearing "ladies underwear" is something that she really doesn't like anymore. She used to call my briefs, "sexy undies". Lately she's gone off on another track and would rather I didn't wear "ladies underwear" can't bring herself to say panties. About 15 years ago she told me that if I insisted on wearing that kind of underwear I had to buy it myself. OK fine I thought, I've just been given permission to buy what I want. I guess she thought that if I had to buy my own I'd chicken out. Well, "surprise surprise sgt Carter" I was able to do it. Something else that took many years of hinting and wheedling is my PJs. About two years ago we were in a dept store and she mentioned that she needed some new PJs. When she picked out what she wanted, I grabbed two pair for myself. She gave me a funny look and said those are womens PJs. "I know" was my answer. She sorta rolled her eyes and told me that I had to pay for everything. (If that's what it takes, then OK) That night when we got ready for bed she told me that she didn't like the top on me because the buttons were on the wrong side and the bit of lace on it looked silly on me. I kinda had to agree with her. I've found a source for nylon "T" shirts, so I wear them with my PJ bottoms. Last year while on vacation in Pa. we stopped into the Vanity Fair Outlet. While there I picked up about six more PJs for myself.
So now I can wear panties everyday with her knowlege, but not approval, and I can wear nylon PJs with grudging acceptance. She knows I have always liked long socks and the thinner the better. I usually buy ladies knee length socks and she doesn't yell too loud. I wonder what she would say if she realized I mostly wear knee high stockings I pick up at the grocery store. 3 pair for $5. She doesn't know about the bras, yet. I've been hinting about my shape and the fact that I do have some "hang over" I'm working at this.

[KateW]

I started trying to put on tights when I was only 3. When I was 5 my teacher made me stand in front of the class having put on a green skirt and blazer from the dressing up box. I have been hooked ever since!

[ericalynne]

I was born like this. It started in the womb....we all did...who would chose such a life of utter dispair if it weren;t for the fact that we are women from the womb. i was never a boy in my soul only in my useless body. i have always known i am a girl. i was a woman in my former lives and i will be a woman in my future lives

[louisianapeavy]

i got started when i was 10 hidin under my bed at night tryin on my moms nighty n lipstick oooo got to love the lipstick

[stephanie lynn]

thats easy for me my brother liked to wear panties and skirts so one day he asked me to try them on so i was 13 and i did they felt great so ive been dressing ever since and the guys love it.;)

[chantalle]

my girlfriend neighbour dressing me in her school tunic at about age 11 and then playing as a girl with the boys

[MelindaC]

Girdles and stockings, then slips, then.......

[Michelle8]

My Moms lingirie drawer.bras panties and stockings
and I Was Hooked.

[joanlynn28]

It would have to have been playing dressup with the girls next door. It was when I was between the first and second grade. Oh what a summer, the girls had a bunch of old party dressses their mom gave them to play with. The first sight of a transvestite would have been when Divine was a guest on "All in the Family". She had a heart attack in the back of Archie's cab and he saved her life. Also remember seeing Christina Jorgenson on the old Mike Douglas show. Since then I have always wanted to be a girl.

[cmiller1031]

I think the first thoughts I had about crossdressing is when I saw the Phil Donahue show where he had some crossdressers on and actually wore a skirt as well. That for some reason really interested me (I was somewhere around 13 years old at the time). I had to try it, and again pantyhose hooked me and still do.

I also remember a Jenny Jones show where they were interviewing crossdressers and they took a couple out of the audience and gave them both a "drag makeover" The guy as a girl was great, and I wanted to be that guy!

[Jennifer Rae]

When I was 5-years old. I had a 6-year old female cousin and my mother bought a dress and other clothes for her as birthday presents. One day my mother dressed me in the dress, a pair of "day of the week" panties, and white anklet socks and took my photo. She just wanted to see how the dress would look on my cousin. That photo is still in the family album. I've been dressing ever since.

[AlyssaT]

(Background: I'm just a regular CD, not a TS. My sister is two years younger than me, but I've always been on the smallish side.)

I vaguely remember at 4 putting on my sister's clothes and presenting myself to my mother. I don't think she was especially impressed.

At 7, I told my best friend that I was really a girl disguised as a boy. He didn't buy it.

At 11 I started the real crossdressing. My sister had silk, ruffle-bottom panties, denim skirts, and pretty sunday dresses. I often wore her leotards and Wonder Woman Underoos to school. She never knew.

I still wear panties most of the time. Do they still make Underoos?

[ErikaLeigh]

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was about 11 or 12, and riding a bike with a friend through the high school parking lot, and saw a pair of pantyhose laying on the ground. I was attracted to them for some reason. So as soon as we got home and the friend left, I went back to the parking lot, and the pantyhose were still there, so I made sure nobody was looking at picked them up and stashed them down my pants. I rode home as fast as I could and straight to the bathroom where I tried them on. I have been dressing up off and on ever since. Like most I dont why I do what I do, but I Like what I do.:thumbsup:

[Lady Katherine]

What got me started? Mmmmmmmm, it's been nearly 65 years since I first put on a dress, but I remember it like yesterday. I must have been 11 at the time, and I felt very inadequate as a boy, very slender, unmuscular and soft looking. My uncle who was living with us had come home telling the family about seeing 'female impersonators' at the Burlesque House. He was astonished with how feminine they looked; even their arms were smooth and soft, like a woman's, he said.

Oh my, I thought. I could be one of those 'impersonators.' My arms were like a girl's. Remember how boys used to like to show off their muscles; I ran from those contests, for some of the girls could do better.

First chance I got, I rummaged in the attic when home alone, finding some of mom's dresses (which fit pretty well). And they smelled so good and felt so satiny to the skin. I put them on, along with a woman's hat (women wear hats in those days). Looking into a old dresser mirror, I saw myself looking so pretty. My slender arms looking natural in a woman's dress and realizing I also had beautiful legs for a girl. I was hooked, but this was 1941 and boys had to be boys. I dreamed so much that I would like to be a girl, and by 1945 or so I heard about Christine Jorgensen, the Army GI who was one of the earliest transexuals. I follwed her story with interest, wondering if I could ever have the courage to follow in her footsteps.

I lacked that courage, and struggled hard to be a man, marrying, having a family and a career. But whenever I could, I'd find a dress to put and enjoy what I saw looking back at me out of the mirror.

[Michele]

Well my earliest memories was when I was 5. I was in my Mom's bedroom and was putting her false eyelashes on. I did not know what I was doing (or did I?) Anyway.. I was not trying the glue or anything.. just was putting the eyelashes on... I clumsily tried to put them back on the holder and could not understand why they were so difficult.... ALAS... I was busted.. Mom came in and caught me. Later... Probably around age 6.. I took a pair of pantyhose out of my young Aunt's trash bin in her bedroom.. I used to put them on at night after I went to bed.. and kept them stashed between the mattress and box springs... Shortly after, I inserted a stockinged foot into one of my Aunt's shoes... and LOVED IT... My Mom and Aunt were both very attractive women.. Thats my earliest memories...

In the early teen years, I would search Medicine cabinets for lipsticks and try them on... but it was not until I was 17 that I was able to practice full makeup... foundation.. eye shadow and eyeliner.....

As I got older, dating girls.. the desire to dress would ebb and flow. I once dated a woman whom I thought was the perfect match for me... My cross dressing was practically nil... At some point, we broke up, and I was heart broken... (After 12 years, I still say that she was the "Love of my Life") I started Cross Dressing regularly.. my new girlfriend (now my wife) unknowingly taught me lots of makeup tricks by observation.

I came out to her 3 years after we were married.. Back then I thought I was "some kind of freak" and had no clue what I was... but now.. many years later.. She has studied it.. We are both OK with it.. and I dress whenever I can.. which seems to be maybe once per month or 6 weeks...

But I will say this: I enjoy dressing up fully.. I put on artificial nails.. carefully moisturize and make up my face, and choose the right clothes... There is not a day that my legs and body arent shaved.. and my toenails done.

[christy_blue1]

i was in the closet looking for something, and noticed one of my sister's dresses hanging , and wondered what it felt like to wear a dress. tried it on, but didnt do anything for me at that time. later on , she got a party dress give to her from a lady at church that was a little big for her. when i got the chance, i decided to see what it would look like on me. this time it did me in. loved the way it felt on me. ive been hooked since.

[rhondasxycd]

I got started at age 13 when a friend ,a girl i was hanging out with asked to do my face with makeup!! I let her ..It felt wonderful !! And i've been hooked ever since !!

[Kathi-Anne]

For me, it's gotta be the pantyhose and leotards. When we were kids, we would play superhero/superheroine games. I had to dress as the superheroine. There was just something about the leotard and tights, along with a pair of knee-high boots and the cape.

[Alesia]

When I was young, a guy named phill dressed me up

[michelle bernadette]

wow you should let her read this story. i feel very sorry ror you. my wife of 30yrs. has approved of my cding. 24/7 from the day we met. we share everything and have more cloathes than this house can hold. sit her down and have the TALK...............love michelle

[Rebecca C]

hello everyone i got started about 30 years ago with my moms lingerie drawer and absolutely loved all the female undergarments . could not resist to take a few items for myself , and the passion for crossdressing started and has never gone away .

[maid phylis]

when i was around five years old and being an only child ,i was left home when my father worked and my mother went out shopping.i stayed in their bed and i discovered my mothers stockings,so i tried them on and even though they were a bit big for me the touch and sensation that i got was the beginning of a love affair with stockings and thats how it started for me,,,love phylisanne;)

[jenny cd 4]

i first started at age 10 when a friend made me put on his mums clothes. it was grest, i had 2 wear a bra, panties, mini skirt and top. i felt wonderful

[sexy lilly]

i started to try on my mothers tights, stockings and lingerie when i was about 12. i couldn resist taking some for myself. i had to keep it hidden though she eventually found it but she never really questioned me.

[wendy]

first time was in grade 2, it was a christmas school play and I played an elf. The role called for 'leotards', and one of the girls in the class brought in a pair of hers and I wore them on stage.

But CDing really hit home when I was in grade 6, I began wearing my mom's panties, and I just expanded from there to her bra, and then girdle, cami, slip, and then dress.

I wasn't until my university years when I began buying my own lingerie and started wearing those.:)

[bobbi(CO)]

I'd put on my sister's bra and panties for a male cousin when we were kids, loved the feel of them

[Jenni]

I remember trying on my sister's panties when I was about eight years old, and decided I enjoyed not just the feel, but the feminine colors and patterns. Later on, she had cute baby doll pyjamas that I enjoyed wearing, also.

Many years actually went by when I didn't think about dressing much. Then, as soon as I hit about fifteen years old, the urge to dress came back stronger than ever. I remember so badly wanting a pair of panties to call my own, but was way to embarrassed to buy them. So, I shoplifted a pair from the girls' section of a department store. They were powder blue briefs, the silky kind. Good thing I didn't get caught.

[Michelle8]

When I was 10 and my parents were not home,
I opened my mom's lingirie drawer.I can't explain
it but I was drawn to it.It just felt so right.
I've been doing it ever since.

[cd sub Rachel]

finding my mums pantyhose and the way they felt on my skin and her heels on my feet

[maid phylis]

well as an only child i started wearing my mothers nylons and if i could find them her girdles,then i started wearing her shoes .that was my beginning,love phylisanne:be: :gorgeous:

[Amanda Harriman]

I have been interested in women's clothes since before I was a teen. It all started when I saw a pair on my mother's tan L'eggs pantyhose hanging in the bathroom. Just for kicks, I tried them on. To my surprise they fit and looked great! I had no hair on my legs yet so they looked "just like the real thing." The feeling that came along with the hose wrapped around my legs was like nothing I've ever experienced before. So after that, every once in a while I would try on the pair hanging on the rod.

[Barb Valentine]

For me started at the age of 6 & never stoped tring on one of my moms slips

[Marla]

My first wife was a beautician and had tons of make up and wigs. I loved wearing all of that and that only increased my childhood desire to dress-up fem.
I think she knew about me but I didnt care and now I have all my own stuff. It is something that I cant do without!

[jmeg]

i just knew, looking at girls at my school and so i tried it on when i was 12 and been wearing ever since, i started with a silk thong and a pink layered twirly skirt bra and a nice shirt, and i felt like that is what made me feel right, so there you go and thanks sis!

[Jean*]

About the age of 12, I started with my mom's "zip-up the back" swimsuit and swim cap.

[loridawncd]

Panties and dresses

[Jennaie]

As long as I can remember, I have been attracted to females and female things.
I can remember spending the night across the street at a friend of my mothers. She had a little girl that my sisters were friends with. It was late and we were told to get ready for bed. The girl put on a sheer babydoll with sheer panties. I was so taken by her that all I wanted to do was hug her. Remember, I was about 4 years of age here.

I also remember in first grade I had no clean underwear to wear and my grandmother told me to put on a pair of my sisters, that nobody would know the difference. Well, she didn't have to tell me twice. I was so exicted just at the thought of being able to wear them I could hardly keep the smile off my face. But I remember balking at her about them being "girls" panties just to save face. I slipped them on and went to school.

What a day! All day long I could feel the soft silky nylon panties sliding across my bottom as I moved. Not only did I love the feel of the panties, but I loved the way they made me feel feminine. I loved feeling feminine then and still do to this day.

I recently read a thread on a woman named Cindy Jackson about her cosmetic surgeries that turned her into a beautiful woman. If I could make myself a beautiful woman with cosmetic surgury, I would.

[Steph]

When I was 8yrs old, my sister, and her friend, at her friends house made me wear a white dress w/tights and dress shoes down a hallway exposing myself to her friends mother and two other daughters, for them to view.

[veronica]

as a child of the 60's, left home alone with my older brother, mom had alot of stockings and tight "MARY TYLER MOORE" skirts (dick van dyke show) and who could resist?:D

[danielle_from_cal]

When I was about 13 the girls at school started wearing makeup. I really noticed their eye makeup in particular. I was not sure what it was that was making them look different, but when I discovered that it was their eyeliner and mascara, I just knew I wanted some for myself. I came at me out of the blue. I just wanted to be girlish.

[perfume]

The first time I tried on womens clothes was in jr. high. my mother worked and she wore stockings and a girdle. I tried them on one day and fell in love with the fell of the clothes. Ever since then i woreher under garments as much as i could. When i got older, i bought my own clothes. When i got married i still got dressed up every chance i could. i just started getting more and more clothes and never looked back. my lady friends all support me in my dressing. love perfume

[lisa33tv]

Hi,
for me it was playing hairdressers with my grandmother.she put me in hair rollers and headscarf and i've never looked back since.xx

[michaela2]

For me it was back in the 70's and my aunts tights, I'll never forget that feeling. Then I discovered her black platform heeled boots and that was me hooked!

[Kimberley]

It is a memory of being VERY VERY young and feeling my mother's silk slip on my skin. I think I always thought or felt female from as early as I can recall. Just had the male beat into me. :sad:

Kimberley.

[zoetv]

like a lot of girls it was my older sisters nylons and girdle

[skipper57]

:cheeky: In my first post I said I've been cding for 30 years and thats true as far as being a stedy thing.But when I was verry young I lived with my Nana. She had cloths dating back to the early 20s. I don't think she ever threw anything away.There were shoes, stockings,restrictive corsets flapper dresses everything you could think of under the sun.So one rainy day I found all this stuff snoping around and started puting stuff on. the first thing was a pair of silk stockings and a pair of open toed sling backs at the time I dident what you called these shoes I learned that later.But it felt so good,that fealing stayed with me and in my early teens when I was a really rotten kid and getting into trouble all the time my mother sent me to nanas for the summer of 1970 to punish me little did she know it was no punishment. There was all those cloths and now they all fit me.I had the best summer ever. When ever my Nana went out I was dressing up.:cool:
Well nana died in the late 70s and all those cloths disapered but that summer made me the cd I am today.I stumble across vintage cloths now and then in thrift stores and antique storesand always think of her Thanks Nana she was 1 cool old girl and the only person in my family that ever knew of my crossdressing to this day.Well untill I found you girls.

Skipper57

[Denise]

I was 13 and watched an old pirate movie from the 1930's where to lure a ship closer two crewmen wore dresses, hats, etc. It excited me, and I remembered my sister (Who was 7 years older) had left some dresses and high heeled pumps. So I went and found some panties, nylons, and a bra to match the dress I choose. Spent the rest of the afternoon trying on different outfits, and have loved womens clothes ever since!

[Eric/a]

I don't want to take up the space writing the same post all over again, but I guess I pretty much answered this question when I answered another thread. If you'd like to read it, go to http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=24464&page=4

[Kathrynn]

For me, it was my mothers and grandmothers stockings. as a child of the 60's all the women wore stockings and girdles. Then along came pantyhose, and i haven' stopped wearing them. Today, i wear bra's, panties, stockings and garterbelts.

[sweeting]

hi girls i like most started young wearing mothers lingerielove the look and feel mother caught me wearing her thingsand gave me a spanking on my bare butt now to this day i have two fetishes but mostly silky lingerie

[krissysSecret]

I had the ususal facination with my sister's dresses and other clothing items as a young boy.I was small and skinny,had thin arms and legs(boy did I get teased ALOT)...I just had to deal with it. Anyway, having that advantage, I could easliy wear anything of my sisters that I wanted. I have to confess to trying on a cousins dress or two while visiting on a trip.This continued for several years and then my mother..bless her heart...announces that she is going to open a ladies clothing store in a nearby shopping center.It was a new development retail area and her business education was going to be put to the test.
Can you imagine my excitement??? I remember helping her set up the store,make display racks and arrange all the cases.Then the real fun began...the clothing started to arrive from the manufacturers.My heart would just about jump out of my chest as we pulled all the dresses and blouses,etc. from their boxes and hung them on the racks.I helped mom with the steamer to remove wrinkles from various items so they were ready to try on. I was a 10 year old boy in GIRL Heaven!Every now and then when the opportunity was there, I would sneak into a dressing room and try on something that I had my eye on.Wow! This only happened after the store was closed and mom had stepped out.I would stay and clean up the store and get things ready for the next day.I remember my very most favorite dress that seemed to hang on the rack forever..I must have put it on a dozen times or so.One day while I was at school.I was thinking about wearing that dress again that evening and when I got to the store after school, I saw the dress was gone.Mom sold it at a discount due to it being there so long.What a disapointment.
After about 3 years, the store was not doing well and mom decided to close it.She had been offered a buyout from a competitor and she snapped it up...so there went the store, but I have to tell you all that it was a wonderful experience to get to be surrounded by what I love for that time.I can't walk through a clothing store and not think about all the fun I had working with ladies clothes when I was young.Still love it as much today.
Kristine

[patty anne]

It was panties for me. I was fortunate enough to have a younger sister and started wearing her panties when I was 15. I knew then I wanted to dress up as a girl.

[Leigh Davis]

For me it was my mother's stockings. I was still relatively young when I started buying my own. I couldn't get stockings at the drugstore, all they had were pantyhose. I ended up liking them even more.
It's funny I used to get a rush when stumped for a Xmas present idea fro my mother my dad would suggest stockings. I would have to go to the department store to buy them. I guess he thought it was innocent enough. Little did he know.;)

[Donna Delite]

For me, well, like most of us it was a "mother" thing. It's not like I was dwelling on it for a long period of time, it came on very suddenly. One day, when no one was home, I walked through my parents room to look out the window and on the way back I noticed her lipstick. I was 17 at the time and after that there was no turning back.

[Monica Elena]

Wearing my Mom's stuff

I began with her heels and ended wearing all jewelry included.

[sheena]

My mom and dad very much wanted and was expecting a girl. Even had a name picked and clothes ready, it wasn't Sheena. I'm sure it affected me even while I was in the womb. My mom dressed me up in girls clothing at times with lipstick and rouge and a scarf to hide my short boy haircut, not all the time but enough to remember. And I recieved cuddling and attention then that I wouldn't get otherwise. The one most clearest childhood memory I have was the day I was told I wasn't going to grow up and be a mom. I walked into the bathroom while my mom was polishing her nails and as I always remember doing asking her to polish mine too. But this time she said no and I being very perplexed was told that soon I would be going to school and couldn't wear nail polish anymore because I was a boy. Thats the day I became depressed for the rest of my life. I hated being a boy, I hated school, I hated life it is so cruel. :sad: I of course went in the closet.
Ok now the happy ending. I met my wife at age 15 and we married at age 17, we'er the same age, and I continued cd'ing in secret for many years feeling guilty. But now I've come out to my wife and found that although at first she was shocked she has accepted this another part of me and loves me still and now the guilt is gone. Still long to be a woman but I'm content and happy to just dress and play the part and she supportive. :)
Sheena

[Sierra Evon]

I grew up with my mother, and had alot of exposure to the womens dept.
at a young age , just have always have a love for the femme looks,
till on fine day I got ahold of a bag of stuff, that was old and on its way
to the donation truck I hysted it in secret and went threw it , kept it
for my self , my mom never found out , I was around 14-15 yrs.old
fell tottaly in love with womens clothes had to have the thrill of it....

[Madeline_K]

What got me started first as I recall was women's or girl's shoes. I was in first grade and at the time my aunt and two cousins (one female and my age) were living with us. My female cousin and I were extremely close in size and build. Never tried on her clothes, but rather I tried on her shoes. They were white Mary Janes as I recall with practically no heel and those frilly white socks. They moved out before I got to the second grade and things on the CD front died down until 5th grade. I guess the traditional high heeled women's shoes just captivated me and when I was eventually left at home alone, I snuck into her room and tried a pair on. And the rest is history. :-)

[missymissy]

I Was Mayby 5 Years Old And I Tried On My Sisters Panties She Was 2 Years Older They Fit Realy Good And When I Was Around 10 I Started To Wear Her Skirts,pantyhose,bras,and Shirts,shoes I Got Caught By My Sister And Mom And Got In Trouble A Year Later I Was Back At It Again Mam Caught Me Again But This Time She Was Supportive And Bought Me My Own Girl Clothing After That It Was Heaven Till This Day I Havn't Worn Guy Clothes.

[Eugenie]

I have a very vague remembrance of wearing high heel shoes as a little kid and enjoying the arch under my foot sole. But that wouldn't probably count as X-dressing since most children do that and most parents take it for a fun game.

My first real conscious x-dressing was when I started borrowing my mom's girdles. They were traditional open bottom pink girdles with satin front and back pannels. I was about age 10/11. It felt marvelous. I particularly liked touching my belly through the satin-covered front pannel.

Later on I started using her open botom all-in-one girdles which extended the pleasure of having my body firmly pressed to the top of my chest. I was using pantyhoses to fill in the cups of the bra.

My X-dressing was pretty much limited to these underwear untill I got engaged with the person who is still my wife... It is much later that I extended my x-dressing to other underwear, complete women clothes and high heel shoes. Buts that's another story, beyond the topic of this discussion...

Love from France

Eugenie

[Janelle Young]

My sisters panties got me started at age three. I was supposed to be taking a nap but putting on her panties was more fun.

[erica michelle]

I tried on a pair on my moms pantyhose around 10 or 11 after that i was hooked.

[jodybi35]

It all began for me when I was only about 5 or 6, while in the bathroom, rummaging through the clothes hamper, finding a pair of silky panties and
a lacy bra, both much to big for my small body, but oh the feel of that material on my nakeness. And the look of the lacey bra on my chest. I loved it. It became somewhat of a ritual for me to go into the bathroom, lock the door and dress. One day my Mother caught me when she demanded I open the door for her. I was caught in a shower cap, bra and panties and
attempting to put lip stick on. I don't recall her saying much, but I do remember being embarassed. This seemed to go away for a number of years.
By the time I was ten or so, my older sisters and Mother decided I should dress for Halloween as a girl. No matter what I said deterred them from making me up and putting lip stick on me. I did protest though (stupid me)
when it came to wearing girl's panties and bra. Can't believe I did that, but
I went out that night as a girl and really inwardly enjoyed it. Again this seemed to go underground until I was grown and married. My wife looked like a Playboy Bunny, but the beuty was only skin deep. I was working nights
and sleeping days while she was at work. I slipped into a pair of her sexiest
black panties under my jeans and went looking for a good porn mag. That was my first trip outside the house and I loved the excitement I felt at the
thought of being caught. During the day while she was at work, I was free
to try on all of her clothing without getting caught. I still loved it but didn't do it all that much until about 6 or 7 years ago when I got the urge to wear
panties 24/7. My second wife, (first one died at 43 from lung cancer), seemed to be accepting of my wearing panties, and soon we were sharing
a pantie drawer which I keep stocked with panties from VS. To date, I have only one bra which I keep buried, even though I would love to wear it under
my drab clothing with my panties and thigh highs. Maybe someday I will.
Well, that is my story, pretty much.

[sharon2]

my first memories of dressing up when i was about 12.i tried on my sisters. panties
they were silk and had lace around the legs.i then graduated to her petticoats
and bra.it was 1954 and the girls wore lovely strapless sun dresses and the
skirt was flared.my sister had several of these and every opportunity i got
i would wear them.one night her and a freind came home from a dance and
caught me,i dont recall what happened but i did not dress again until i got
married in 1965 when i again got the urge and started wearing my wifes
clothes.unfortunatly my wife does not approve.i now by my own and dress
most days.i love being a girl.sharon2kdev5542@bigpond.net.au

[Gurly]

I remember my sister trying one of her skirts on me when I was 4 or 5. I was hooked at that point and quickly moved onto my mother's lacy bras and open-leg girdles, with the detachable garters.

[saturnion]

What first got me started was wearing the tights for hallowen dressed as batman.

[black leotards]

Sears and JC Penney catalogs :) and a pair of royal blue tights and girl's panties that I bought from one of them ... oh the good old days!

[phlover70]

for me it was pantyhose mom always had sheer energy which i wear to this day

[Caitlintgsd]

It's kind of funny how memory works. Last night on my way home I suddenly remembered back when I was about 5 years old. I'd go into the bathroom and play with my mother's makeup. She always seemed to know that it was me and not my older sister. I dunno, maybe she asked her first. But I always had a tendency to break her lipsticks. She used to get real mad about that.

[LaceyDee]

I started wearing panties at a young age. By the time I was in college, living in a coed dorm I would go down to the laundry room and look for panties (yes I was bad!!). The first time I dressed fully and walked out at night, there was no going back..... I was hooked as a crossdresser and I love it!!

[Florence Tidji]

pantyhose when I was less than 10.

[Toni]

My mothers panties,bra,suspender belt and nylons when I was about 11 or 12. Been loving them and wearing them ever since.