Highlights of your CD evolution?

[eleyna]

Not wanting to hijack the "what triggered" thread... I have various memories from childhood of things that have eventually made Eleyna a possibility...

When I was 13, I made great friends with a lady my parents knew, and somehow I wound up going to stay with "Aunt" Crystal for a weekend. It was a lot like staying with Grandma, I slept in a wonderful bed with a fat, plump, downy matress and comforter. I slept lightly though; strange bed and house, far from home and because "Aunt" Crystal wasn't family but seemed overly doting while also rather strict. She seemed rather angry I wouldn't eat my kippers (smoked fish) and in the end sent me to bed without having eaten. Turned it from feeling like a guest to something I couldn't really fathom.

I'm a sleeper, so in the morning I slept late and "Aunt" Crystal woke me and set about wanting to dress me. I pointed at my things on the chair, the school stuff I'd worn the last 3 days, undies included. "Aunt" Crystal found that rather gross, and since I hadn't brought a change, simply produced an outfit for me from the drawers - a smock, frilly panties and long stocking-style socks.

Perhaps because I was in mid puberty, it all seemed rather more menacing than I had fantasized of in the previous year since discovering the idea of being dressed en-femme by a woman. But part of it was just that this woman had gone from seeming like a wonderful grandma figure to something a little more menacing in the morning. I only squirmed a little at first, not wanting to show my curiosity, but she immediately came down like a ton of bricks, and an hour later we'd fallen out. I spent the day hungry and my parents came to pick me up about a day early about 4pm - she didn't have a phone so we'd had to walk 5 minutes in a drizzle to a phone box to make that call. I never told them why, and I don't think we ever spoke to her again, my parents told how I'd "touched" things around the house and generally been a menace.

It could have been such a perfect opportunity - saved me years of denial and everything.

I'm sure some of you have more interesting tales to tell?

[JenniferMint]

In grade school when we changed for gym, we had to wear shorts. Some students found this cold, so some girls would wear pantyhose underneath their shorts. I was cold too and my mother ended up buying pantyhose for me to wear as well. Some classmates thought this was weird, but I didn't care since I just didn't want to be cold.
I used to have severe eczema on my legs. My dermatologist recommended I wear long johns under my pants in order to protect my legs. My mother ended up getting me girls' leggings, since they were more comfortable.
The aforementioned leggings would keep wearing out, with holes forming in the crotch area. My mother said it was because it wasn't designed for holding male genitalia. I felt somewhat annoyed at my male genitalia for damaging my leggings.
One time while on vacation, I ran out of clean underwear. My mother ended up lending me her panties (my father's would have been too big for me).
Throughout puberty, I ended up growing to hate the effects of testosterone more and more. Finally, at age 24, I went to see Dr. Murray Kimmel of Philadelphia, PA, a urologist well known for performing castrations without requiring a psychiatric evaluation, and had my testicles surgically removed.
My boyfriend (it's weird: we entered the relationship as two straight guys!), upon hearing about my castration, suggested that I look into presenting as a female, and thus started my TS journey.

[Helen MC]

Even before I first tried on a pair of my big sister's knickers (panties) when I was 12 I had found something very attractive and arousing about these garments, both Anne's and my Mother's and other girls' and women's knickers and was turned on when I saw them whether being worn by the females in question, or on washing (laundry) lines or displayed in shop windows or when being ironed by my mum and stacked to be put away in the cupboard (closet) in Anne's or my parent's bedrooms.

Eventually one day alone in the house for a few hours I went into my sister's bedroom and took a pair of her white cotton interlock school knickers (full briefs) and slipping off my trousers (pants) and the Boys' Y Fronts I was wearing and stepped into a pair of Girls' knickers for the first time . The feeling was fantastic of the soft smooth flyless front, the gentle grip of the elastics through the leg bands and waist and the support of the double gusset (crotch) and this was reinforced when I saw myself in the mirror with the lovely puckering caused by the elastics round my waist and legs. I put my trousers back on over them and wore them for the rest of that day. From then on I was hooked and secretly wore a pair of Anne's knickers under my male clothes every day and later branched out to wearing her skirts, bras,(padded out), blouses etc when alone at home. The rest, as they say, is history.

[eleyna]

There is definitely something about clothing that doesn't have "member hatches" - boxers with "decoartive" flies, pants with no fly or with buttons perhaps on the hip. I was thrilled to find a "bodysuit" style blouse a few weeks ago ;)

When I bought my first pair of 5in heels, I was so akward in them at first and my unshaven legs/feet looked so silly I nearly changed my mind about embracing my cd. I put my suit slacks on to "show" myself how much more sensible I looked then, planning to see sensible males legs with this ridiculous protrusion underneath. But the feel of the stockings under the pants sank its teeth into me, and when I looked at this feminine, stockinged ankle & foot protruding from the hem of my slacks, I knew all hope was lost ;) (Of a boy me). It wasn't the 180 I expected to see, it was a 360 - I *felt* like a femme dressing F2M. The stockings and the shoes pushing my feet up in an arch like that suddenly felt more natural than the slacks, and the slacks, not the femme wear, felt more like a guilty pleasure.

[KarenSusan]

...I spent the day hungry and my parents came to pick me up about a day early about 4pm - she didn't have a phone so we'd had to walk 5 minutes in a drizzle to a phone box to make that call.

Sounds like child abuse.

[Denee]

I can remember very vividly when my girlish side just had to come out. I was 17 at the time and was getting ready to take a shower. As I was about to get in, I noticed that my mother left one of her many and beautful wigs on the vanity. For some reason that to this day I can't explain, I tried on her wig and thought "wow this looks very nice". My mother also kept all of her makeup in the vanity, so I applied some mascara, blush and some bright red lipstick, along with one her silk robes that was also hanging up in the bathroom and have been hooked ever since. WHAT A TRIP!:D
Denee

[angelfire]

When I was I guess 9 or 10, I had a female friend. I would go over to her place, and we would play dress-up (Never fully femme, but just one or 2 femme items at a time). I think I liked it more than she did, but still it was fun. Then eventually my mom found out about it, and she forbid me from playing dress-up ever again.

[eleyna]

Sounds like child abuse.

Nawh, she didn't starve me, she just ran a different house than I was used to. I never worked out if the clothing thing was really just that she was grossed out by my intention to put *those* clothes back on; or maybe she saw the little girl in me. She was one of those older English ladies who still remembered rationing in the war, and to whom wasting good food was a cardinal sin. I just don't get on very well with seafood and my parent's hadn't told her.

[Calliope]

The most significant moment of my evolution was the morning I woke and told myself, you just bought a wardrobe full of clothes and if you don't wear them downtown this afternoon, you probably never will - and will you ever be sorry the rest of your life.

Presto.