Ingrained earliest memory!

[MelissaAndProudOfIt]

My earliest ever memory about my crossdressing was at the age of about 6 and a half. I tried wearing my sisters schooldress it was a lovelly blue summer schooldress. I looked in a wardrobe and found white ankle socks and white underwear too, strap on shoes in black or brown... Whilst i was checking myself out in the mirror I felt i was being watched.... I turned around and it was my sister... she was a year older than me.

She laughed at me and I was stunned in shock.. I wish a big hole would have appeared and swallowed me up.....though it never happened. She looked at me again.... and she was still laughing and said why are you wearing my dress, I answered because i wondered how it felt...

Wearing my dress she replied! it feels like a dress... I know i replied... but boys wear trousers not a dress... she was still laughing at me... Are you wearing anything else of mine.... if you are you can have them as i am not wearing them now... so i did... Sis please forget you saw me wearing your dress... please don't tell mum or dad.... and she replied ok.... still laughing...

A few days passed and my sister had let the whole event slipped away, weeks and months past and nothing was ever mentioned and I felt confident the whole matter had gone...

we then had a visit to a caravan site in the south in cornwall, near the sea to the southwest of Cornwall Uk.. It was a place with a toilet and shower block for each field... it was fairly quiet but rather windy near the end of the holiday period.. and our van was 1 of about 7 vans on pitches in that field... though ours were nearest the toilets block... In the night I had to venture to the toilet block, so i decided I'd have a shower too and took my towel... and whilst i was there I had a shower... on leaving... i came out and realised the door had been unlocked all the time and i had forgotten to lock it.

I then went to dry and clothe only to find my clothes were gone and my sisters schooldress there instead... white socks and underwear with yellow daisys on it.... I was terrified... I had to go back to the van and had no clothes but these... The wind was howling outside coming off the sea... and I realised my sister hadn't forgot, she just thought I'd thought that.. an i had... but she hadn't. I had to go back to the van... mum and dad were there....and I know pretty well for sure the van was locked now.. so i had no choice but to done on the gear and shoes, then brave the weather.... OUt i went, immediatelly holding my dress from blowing up... and I was terrified if anyone came near... It was quiet... so there i was running in a blind panic with my dressing blowing up as i ran to the van.... I got back to our van and it was locked... i was cold now, with my dress relentlessly blowing up as i stood by the van side... I then ran around to my sisters window... and banged on it... my sister looked out and laughed... got you! she laughed!!! hey sis let me in...please... she said ok she opened the window and handed me the key... and my clothes too.... she said no, you come in as you are... I can't do that... ok i will go to the door and let you in...so i handed the door key back.. and she closed the window... couple of seconds she got to the doorway and was standing there... thanks for opening the door, as i stand there fighting the ever harder wind... she started laughing... stay there a minute... now you know what it feels like to wear a dress...lol well... wears my clothes sis... in your room.. i just came to unlock the door.. and she ran back to her room... with me facing the prospect of making my way into the van past my parents room unseen... I got near the door and unclipped it to close it and it blew back open, banging against the van outer wall and i landed on the floor outside... and all the lights went on... and my mother came out and saw me getting up and my dress up my back... love get in here out that weather.... I turned in dread as she realised I wasn't my sister and she shouted at me.. get in the van now,,, and I didn't half get a grilling and dad saw too... I was still in the school dress... which was torn slightly... I was grounded for the entire remainder of my holiday... I had it in for my sister for years afterwards... Though since she appologised many times, but it had never stopped my dressing....


Melissa

[Kimberley]

Sometimes the ones we love most are the ones who hurt us the most.

I am so sorry you had to suffer that kind of cruelty.

Kimberley

[uknowhoo]

Yeesh! That's what I call baptism by fire!

Are we to ssume you didn't tell your folks that your sister had pulled the ol' switcheroo at the shower, because then she would have tol them about the incident 6 months prior?

Well, at least you and your sister can laugh about it all these years later. Great story. Thanks for sharing. ;) Tammi

[MelissaAndProudOfIt]

Yeesh! That's what I call baptism by fire!

Are we to ssume you didn't tell your folks that your sister had pulled the ol' switcheroo at the shower, because then she would have tol them about the incident 6 months prior?

Well, at least you and your sister can laugh about it all these years later. Great story. Thanks for sharing. ;) Tammi

Well i could have told my parents i suppose, but we were always taught to shoulder blame and not tell on others, so call it brother sister loyalty, and she was older than me too... I decided the once was enough... and didn't want her to deny it and me get in even more trouble than i already was... so I kept quiet....

[MelissaAndProudOfIt]

I'd like to hear of other accounts and experiences, or even similar ones to mine, by a sister haveing her own back....

[Sarah Rabbit]

Hi all

And I thought I had Mean Siblings.:rolleyes:

Hugs, Sarah R

[Sandy2628]

I had two older sisters, and it was not a problem when I ran out of underwear to wear theres, mother told me to do that. I did not tell my mother I really enjoyed it. I was between 6 and 10 at the time. We lived in a small flat, so I had to sleep with my sisters. Well, when I was 13 my mother caught me in a pair of panties. It was not a good time. They were by best friends mothers. My mother had friends staying the weekend. She made me go talk to them since she was thinking I was gay. So I had to go into to their bed room. There they were, no clothes on. They started talking about sex between a man and women. This was really bad for a 13 year old. This really messed me up for many years. I still would dress up when I could.

[TracyDeluxe]

http://crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=21829&page=2

[kathy gg]

HI..

I am not trying to stir up a wasp's nests...but really kids will do nutty and crazy things. When she did all this I doubt she "knew" you were a crossdresser. I mean for a girl to catch her brother trying on her stuff, must have felt like a bit of an invasion of her belongings. I could see her sitting and waiting for an opportunity to get you back in some way. Not as a mean-spiteful thing, but probably like "ha! we are even now!"

I am an only child so I never had to deal with sibling pranks....but from what I have heard about brothers and sisters and saw from friends...siblings do absolutely horrible things to each other all the time. from ripping apart a beloved doll to pulling really bad pranks. I knew several girls in high school that put Nair in their brothers shampoo because they "accidently" got fed Ex-Lax brownies.

Surely those who posted were not all angels and sweet as pie to your sisters and female cousins?

I got shot in my butt with a bb-gun by my cousin ..and I know that was no accident!

I think it is cool you shared this story, but I found it really funny. Not at all cruel or truly laced with hatred. I think your sister pulled a prank. Nothing more, nothing less. Girls have great memories. It just happened that you are a crossdresser so this memory has more meaning than say if she had cut out the toes in all your socks or something {another prank a friend of mine pulled on her brother.)

[JoAnnDallas]

kathy gg....Oh I know very well the pranks and hatred that sibling can have growing up. I have two older sisters and the middle sister hated me because 1. I was a boy. 2. She had to share big sister's bedroom and I got one all to myself, and 3. she got hand me downs and I got new clothes. She used to lock me and my best friend out of the house. Mother and Daddy would gt home from work and find us sitting on the front steps.

Funny thing is my middle sister has been married to my best friend for over 20 years now. :lol:

[susancheerleader]

I do seem to remember being at my aunts house, and discovering my cousins "Brownie" uniform and trying it on. Though I got it on, it was rather small for me, and I remember hearing the sound of ripping on the seams. I hung it up and never said a word. :)
I don't remember how old I was. But I'd guess 10-11 anyway.

[SandraInHose]

My earliest memory was when I was about 3 or 4, sitting on my mom's lap in the car, and rubbing my hands on her nylons. I had no idea why I liked it at that age, but just knew they felt 'neat'.

What is so ironic about that memory (and my pantyhose fetish) is the fact that I can count on one hand the number of times my mother wore hosiery during my childhood. She dressed nicely, but was more into slacks than skirts. I remember her friends or my teachers wearing them constantly, and they were so intriguing. I lost count in the millions the number of times I got caught gawking at my teachers' legs! :o

[linnea]

I think that Kathy's right about this being a sibling thing rather than a crossdressing thing. At that age, even if it were about crossdressing, it would probably not really sink in, not until later anyway.
That's how it worked with me. I didn't have a sister, but I did have a few "dressing" experiences. At the time, they didn't seem unusual and they weren't consciously crossdressing experiences--in my mind anyway.
The first was that my mother had me wear girl's panties throughout my youth, until the summer between my sixth and seventh grades in school. I had no idea at the time that they were girl's panties since they were what I always wore and always had worn. When I reached the seventh grade, she told me that it was time to wear a different kind of underwear because I was in junior high now (she realized, I now know, that I would be taking PE with other boys and having to undress in front of them, so having girl's panties would be a problem).
I also spent a lot of time with my cousin Karen--a year younger than I--and we played together a lot. She had a large playhouse, and we often played together in it. We didn't really play "father and mother," just two people in the house. Among other things, there was a large box of dress-up clothes in the playhouse, and we both used them. They were all women's or girls' clothes, so we dressed up like two girls. At the time, I never thought of it as cross-dressing, but one day Karen's older brother David came home early (he usually was away when I was visiting; I don't know why. I think he helped his dad at his dad's work). He saw Karen and me playing together in our over-sized dresses, big shoes, and hats. He howled and mocked us as "two little sissies playing house." David was a mean kind of guy, but he apparently didn't think much of it beyond the moment. As far as I know, he never told any of my dozen boy cousins on that side of the family (I never heard anything about it from any of them). My aunt often saw us and never said anything either. What they didn't know was that I was also wearing panties at that time.
And I still am.