adrienner99
06-14-2014, 09:23 AM
Totally out of the blue I had a vivid dream last night, recalling a typical dressing session from my youth. I was 12 and my parents were going out for the day. I watched them from a window to make sure they pulled out of the driveway, then raced upstairs and opened my mother’s closet.
Within minutes I had on her garter belt and stockings, had wriggled into her yellow silk party dress gown, strapless, with a tight skirt and a bow in the back. I sat at her vanity opened a Revlon lipstick in a heavy gold case. I didn’t put it on yet. I set it on the glass tabletop so I could see it in the mirror. She had one pair of clip on danlgly. sparkly earrings that always pained me after just a few minutes. I didn’t care. She had a matching necklace I fastened, with trouble, around my neck. I looked at myself and shook my head to feel the earrings bump against my cheek. Then I took a few deep breaths and picked up the lipstick. Its scent was intoxicating. I was amateurish in applying it but was getting better. I puckered my lips the way I had watched women do in public occasionally. Then I carefully closed the lipstick (it made a little click) and put it back exactly where it had been. I eyed her nail polish and decided I could not dare to try it.
Mother had one pair of black patent pumps with three inch heels. She rarely wore them. They were a bit big for me and “slippery” with the stockings. I wobbled as I moved toward her full length mirror and was transported to an overwhelming sense of femininity.
I was terrified the whole time my parents would return unexpectedly. The dream ended when, as I was loving my feminine image in the mirror, I heard a door open downstairs.
I have no idea why this recollection came to me after so many years of crossdressing. It is an accurate account of my earliest ventures into femininity. And I still remember every single detail.
Within minutes I had on her garter belt and stockings, had wriggled into her yellow silk party dress gown, strapless, with a tight skirt and a bow in the back. I sat at her vanity opened a Revlon lipstick in a heavy gold case. I didn’t put it on yet. I set it on the glass tabletop so I could see it in the mirror. She had one pair of clip on danlgly. sparkly earrings that always pained me after just a few minutes. I didn’t care. She had a matching necklace I fastened, with trouble, around my neck. I looked at myself and shook my head to feel the earrings bump against my cheek. Then I took a few deep breaths and picked up the lipstick. Its scent was intoxicating. I was amateurish in applying it but was getting better. I puckered my lips the way I had watched women do in public occasionally. Then I carefully closed the lipstick (it made a little click) and put it back exactly where it had been. I eyed her nail polish and decided I could not dare to try it.
Mother had one pair of black patent pumps with three inch heels. She rarely wore them. They were a bit big for me and “slippery” with the stockings. I wobbled as I moved toward her full length mirror and was transported to an overwhelming sense of femininity.
I was terrified the whole time my parents would return unexpectedly. The dream ended when, as I was loving my feminine image in the mirror, I heard a door open downstairs.
I have no idea why this recollection came to me after so many years of crossdressing. It is an accurate account of my earliest ventures into femininity. And I still remember every single detail.