~Tammy~
07-02-2006, 02:18 PM
Hi everyone.
I haven't posted much here for a long long time, way to long really, but I wanted to share my latest experience with you all, as I think some people may find this interesting and maybe even valuable in their decision whether or not to share their crossdressing with friends and family. Obviously, everyone's situation is different, but this is my story.
For the benefit of people who don't know me, I'll start somewhere near the beginning.
I started dressing up when I was aged 10, by 'borrowing' my sisters skirts and mums dresses, like most other trannies. I was always firmly in the closet, or so I thought until I met Tamara when I was aged 24. In-between this, aged about 14-15 I believe, I had been getting the urge to be caught in girls clothes and so performed a stupendously silly prank, which back-fired.
My folks were away for the day, so I phoned a mobile hairdresser, and made an appointment for her to come round. I had no intention of having my hair cut but just wanted her to see me in one of my mums skirts. So that happened, hairdresser came round, saw me in skirt, I said I think you have wrong address and she left.
Next day, little me wanders in the house after school to be greeted by my mum, dad and a policeman. Aw, crap.
The hairdresser had phoned the police to report me who then had a chat with my folks. I denied everything as a silly teenage lad would, but mum asked me in private, "Is there something you want to talk about?", to which I replied, "No". Well that was the end of it and it was never discussed again.
We step forward now to me aged 24. I tell Tamara, the first person I ever shared my 'secret' with. She was shocked, but accepted it, then eventually even came to enjoy like she does today, and I love her so much for understanding.
Time passes, we join this forum, I met up with other CD'ers including a work colleague (a shock horror moment!). A couple of years ago, I decided to tell my sister, she was really cool about it and I had often pondered the idea of telling my mum, but pondering was as far as I had taken it.
I found out my mum had already questioned my sister about what we had discussed so secretively that time, to which my sister replied, er, I can't tell you. So my mum said to her, "Well what if I say what I think it is?". So she said, "I think he wears womens clothes", which my sister admitted was the secret thing. My sister didn't want me to know about this, but did talk to Tamara, who couldn't keep it from me and so told me about it. So I already knew that my mum knew but we had never discussed it together. Still with me so far?
Now to present day events.
After going to Sparkles at the weekend and having a really great time, for which we borrowed some spending cash from my folks, I was really thinking it was time to tell her. My sister had a chat with me and explained my mum was worried about the money we borrowed and where we went because we seemed so shady about the whole 'weekend away' thing. So my sister had again told her where we went to put her mind at ease. Well my dad was out for the evening so I went and had a little chat with mother!
She made it really tough going to be honest. I had started by asking her if she had wondered where we went at the weekend? She said, "Well I was wondering, but that's up to you". Great I thought, not the kind of start I was hoping for. So I asked, "Do you remember asking 'my sister' about what the little secret chat was about a couple of years ago?". “No”, she said. Flaming marvellous I thought to myself, and like this wasn’t difficult enough! So I just said, "What about the fact I like to wear womens clothes?". Well hey, by that time I thought I may as well just say the damn thing because we weren't getting anywhere. She was a bit stunned to say the least. Now considering I already knew that she knew, she still tried to say that she didn't know, but she admitted she did think there was always something going on, something not quite right with me. I think it was really the fact she just didn't know how to say she knew, ya know?!!!
So we had a good chat, expelled some of the typical heterosexual crossdresser rumours. I'm not gay, I'm not transsexual, (explained slightly different for her to understand). I just like to dress up, etc, etc, blahdy, blah. She admitted she did think I may be gay at one point and also said if I had been gay she would have ok with that too. We agreed my dad would probably not understand the whole, ‘dressing up in womens clothes issue’, so I guess he's not a CD after all, still not totally sure on that one though. In the end, she seemed to be quite understanding about the whole thing. She came over, and said, "It doesn't matter who you are or what you do, I still love you". Well, I guess if I wasn't still shaking that may have brought a tear to my eye, and still may later on.
We talked about different levels of crossdressing, how much I do it, how far do I go. Would I do it all the time if could (Yes, was the answer, btw.) She explained she’s not keen on drag queens, that is just too much. One thing that really made me happy, is that she said, “If a man wants to dress up like a woman he should at least make the effort and try to be convincing, not just be an obvious man in a dress!”.
She is now pondering the thought of looking at some of my pictures. One step at a time. Girly steps of course :)
I haven't posted much here for a long long time, way to long really, but I wanted to share my latest experience with you all, as I think some people may find this interesting and maybe even valuable in their decision whether or not to share their crossdressing with friends and family. Obviously, everyone's situation is different, but this is my story.
For the benefit of people who don't know me, I'll start somewhere near the beginning.
I started dressing up when I was aged 10, by 'borrowing' my sisters skirts and mums dresses, like most other trannies. I was always firmly in the closet, or so I thought until I met Tamara when I was aged 24. In-between this, aged about 14-15 I believe, I had been getting the urge to be caught in girls clothes and so performed a stupendously silly prank, which back-fired.
My folks were away for the day, so I phoned a mobile hairdresser, and made an appointment for her to come round. I had no intention of having my hair cut but just wanted her to see me in one of my mums skirts. So that happened, hairdresser came round, saw me in skirt, I said I think you have wrong address and she left.
Next day, little me wanders in the house after school to be greeted by my mum, dad and a policeman. Aw, crap.
The hairdresser had phoned the police to report me who then had a chat with my folks. I denied everything as a silly teenage lad would, but mum asked me in private, "Is there something you want to talk about?", to which I replied, "No". Well that was the end of it and it was never discussed again.
We step forward now to me aged 24. I tell Tamara, the first person I ever shared my 'secret' with. She was shocked, but accepted it, then eventually even came to enjoy like she does today, and I love her so much for understanding.
Time passes, we join this forum, I met up with other CD'ers including a work colleague (a shock horror moment!). A couple of years ago, I decided to tell my sister, she was really cool about it and I had often pondered the idea of telling my mum, but pondering was as far as I had taken it.
I found out my mum had already questioned my sister about what we had discussed so secretively that time, to which my sister replied, er, I can't tell you. So my mum said to her, "Well what if I say what I think it is?". So she said, "I think he wears womens clothes", which my sister admitted was the secret thing. My sister didn't want me to know about this, but did talk to Tamara, who couldn't keep it from me and so told me about it. So I already knew that my mum knew but we had never discussed it together. Still with me so far?
Now to present day events.
After going to Sparkles at the weekend and having a really great time, for which we borrowed some spending cash from my folks, I was really thinking it was time to tell her. My sister had a chat with me and explained my mum was worried about the money we borrowed and where we went because we seemed so shady about the whole 'weekend away' thing. So my sister had again told her where we went to put her mind at ease. Well my dad was out for the evening so I went and had a little chat with mother!
She made it really tough going to be honest. I had started by asking her if she had wondered where we went at the weekend? She said, "Well I was wondering, but that's up to you". Great I thought, not the kind of start I was hoping for. So I asked, "Do you remember asking 'my sister' about what the little secret chat was about a couple of years ago?". “No”, she said. Flaming marvellous I thought to myself, and like this wasn’t difficult enough! So I just said, "What about the fact I like to wear womens clothes?". Well hey, by that time I thought I may as well just say the damn thing because we weren't getting anywhere. She was a bit stunned to say the least. Now considering I already knew that she knew, she still tried to say that she didn't know, but she admitted she did think there was always something going on, something not quite right with me. I think it was really the fact she just didn't know how to say she knew, ya know?!!!
So we had a good chat, expelled some of the typical heterosexual crossdresser rumours. I'm not gay, I'm not transsexual, (explained slightly different for her to understand). I just like to dress up, etc, etc, blahdy, blah. She admitted she did think I may be gay at one point and also said if I had been gay she would have ok with that too. We agreed my dad would probably not understand the whole, ‘dressing up in womens clothes issue’, so I guess he's not a CD after all, still not totally sure on that one though. In the end, she seemed to be quite understanding about the whole thing. She came over, and said, "It doesn't matter who you are or what you do, I still love you". Well, I guess if I wasn't still shaking that may have brought a tear to my eye, and still may later on.
We talked about different levels of crossdressing, how much I do it, how far do I go. Would I do it all the time if could (Yes, was the answer, btw.) She explained she’s not keen on drag queens, that is just too much. One thing that really made me happy, is that she said, “If a man wants to dress up like a woman he should at least make the effort and try to be convincing, not just be an obvious man in a dress!”.
She is now pondering the thought of looking at some of my pictures. One step at a time. Girly steps of course :)