A story from the early days

[Candy Cox]

I am not sure I posted any back story before, probably not. Here we go:

So I was a shy kid, probably low self esteem because I was not rough and tough, not athletic. As a teen the boys were cruel to me. I once went to Boy Scout camp for two weeks, that was border line traumatic. My one accomplishment: I actually played football in middle school, pads helmets, on a league. It was fun, we were all so skinny and without much muscle before puberty kicked in. I played a lot with train sets, GI Joe, building models and erector sets, sort of quite thinking skills.

When I was around 14, when the family left me home alone, I started dressing in my sister's clothes. At first it was just wearing her shoes, brown penny loafers (mom made me wear oxfords since I was still growing, and we all know that loafers = bad arch support). Then I put on her dresses, I think she had a yellow one, with a back zipper. I would stand in my folks bed room, watching out the window at the drive way. What terror when the zipper was hard to get back down!

Love Candy Cox

[Helen Grandeis]

I started when I was 12 with my mother's girdles and stockings. At the time I fit my moms collection of size 5-1/2 w Capizio pumps which she had in every color.

[Beverley Sims]

Candy, that is an experience you are not alone with.
I think we have all done it to varying degrees.
Nice to hear your story though.
Mine would be similar.

[Stephanie47]

My stories are similar. I would also don my mother's dresses and watch out the window of our apartment. I would gauge the time it took for the elevator to get to the sixth floor when I saw my mother and father coming. Once I had misjudged and had little time to strip off the dress and get it back into the laundry hamper. Fortunately I had put the security chain to the apartment door in place. I thought my father was going to break the chain trying to get into the apartment. I'm positive they knew I wore my mother's clothing, but, never really were able to catch me. I'm also sure my parent's would have literally taken a belt to my ass. They were not tolerant people.

I too only played with "boy" toys and played all the "street" games and "pick up" games, such as basketball, baseball, football, roller hockey, stick ball, etc. I just blame my tendency to cross dress on the nylon slips my mother hung in the bathroom to dry. I love slips!

[Adriana Moretti]

I would stand in my folks bed room, watching out the window at the drive way.

Guilty....this sounds like my teen years

[Katey888]

Also guilty... (we must be a predictable bunch of folk in other ways...)

When I'd got to around 14-15 my parents used to socialise at weekends a lot more - leave me home alone and generally not get back until way after midnight and I'd be long gone to bed. I got too used to the routine - they came back early once and I didn't hear the main door of the house open and close as I sat on the floor watching a movie, dressed (I wondered afterwards if they had deliberately crept in... :eek:) - the first I knew was the door to the living room opening... I've never moved so fast before or since... fortunately I always changed in the downstairs bathroom so I shot back there and hoped they hadn't seen me.. I don't suppose they would have said if they had, but nothing was said about it... Scary times...!

Why we do what we do in the riskiest of situations... we are thrill seekers sometimes...

Katey x

[sometimes_miss]

What terror when the zipper was hard to get back down!
I had a similar experience; wearing my sisters dress, the zipper jammed. I was frightened to death that I would ruin the dress, and I couldn't see the zipper where it was stuck in the upper back. Then she came home! I hid in my own closet for over an hour until she went out again, scared out of my mind what would happen if she found me. Fortunately I managed to get the zipper to work again. I didn't wear any of her stuff with zippers for a long, long time after that.

[Melissa73]

OMG! when i read this , this described me. i was rather shy myself. And i too started with my sisters clothes, when mom-dad were out! And as i was dressed, peering out the window always on guard, so as not to get caught. (unfortunately, this wasn't all that successful, as i was caught by every member of my family. But neverthelss, my dressing stayed a non talked about event).

[lovetobedani]

My story is very similar. I wasn't good at athetics but loved the trains and erector sets. I was kind of a loaner and loved my Mothers clothes.

[PamelaMiller]

My story is similar. I experimented with my mom's clothes as a teen. But I don't think it had anything to do with an analytical mind or not. I've always been analytical and left-brained. I played sports. I wasn't particularly good but I didn't care. My sister was a better athlete than me and as far as I know she is not an FTM dresser.

But, I was kind of geeky/nerdy. That's the label you get when you are smart and follow the rules, even if you aren't a 10-year old computer whiz building your own electronics and computers. I never had a lot of girlfriends and didn't date much. Looking back on it years later, I decided that I crossdressed because if I couldn't be WITH the girls that I liked, then I would BE the girl that I liked. Not to sound like some crazed made-for-TV wacko - I just mean that I handled the loneliness by transforming into the person I wanted to be with (I didn't actually emulate or identify as any one particular girl).

Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

[Jaylyn]

I think I have posted before how I started but at birth my mom was so sure I was going to be a girl she had sewn many sets of girls clothing and I was gonna wear them regardless. Remember this is back in the Fred Flintstone days when moms actually stayed home. Dad finally put a stop to the dressing but mom would sneak around after he was in the field and dress me up even after I was four and five would paint my finger nails n toes when she did hers. Only color then was red. Dad came in one day to lunch early because he had broken a part on the tractor and thus he stopped the dressing. ( he thought) I became all boy after that had my first hair cut at age six and it was burr. Little boy suspenders and boots to start school with. In my teens I played the sports football, baseball, and was a track guy. When I was old enough to be left home alone I still had a yearning to wear my moms hose and girdle and like you the ones she was going to wash. Then advanced to trying to paint my toenails and even her old tubes of red lipstick I would get out of the trash and save in my stash in the barn. I was also in love with my high school sweetheart, dressing at home alone and also kinda of a shy country boy but could excel in sports so no one knew but me about the dressing. Went to college on a football scholarship but lost it because of my sweetie back home and grades. I quit dressing for several years till I was married and bam I started back as a stress reliever. To this day and the ripe old age of almost 65 I have enjoyed it. Only my wife and I know about it. She is supportive. I don't miss those early days though of trying to hide all my stash and get undressed while watching for mom and dad coming down the old country road that lead to the house. It's a wonder I wasn't caught many times.