jenniferj
07-20-2007, 02:33 PM
Since my daughter (22) has been home between college and grad school this summer, I've had few opportunities to dress. Wednesday she had an 11:00 doctor's appt and needed to needed to be at work at 1:45. The doctor is a half hour toward work. No way she's coming home between...
Way!
I didn't hear her enter the house, and she walked into the bedroom just as I was changing bras...Otherwise dressed in a cute ecru cami, long,tiered jungle print skirt, 3" strappy espadrilles, makeup, dangly earrings, nail polish, jewelry - Not much chance of her not noticing.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"come in - let's talk" said I, quickly dropping my left breastform into its cup and pulling the cami up.
I explained about crossdressing, and that I had been doing it since I was 3 or 4. I told her nothing has changed since I've been doing this all her life - the only difference is that she now knows something that she might prefer that she didn't.
"Does Mom know?"
"of course - remember that cute black top she wore the other night? It's actually mine."
"So she's OK with with it?"
"'ok' may be a stronger word than she would use, but she basically accepts it"
"Who else knows?
"So far as I know, just you two - Are you OK with this?"
"Yeah I guess so - I need to go think"
Fifteen minutes later. I checked up on her - she had been crying, and I offered her a hug (still dressed) which she gracefully declined. I asked if she would prefer that I change back to guy mode, and she said yes.
After another 20 minutes I went back to her room, clean faced and dressed in guy shorts and a tshirt. We talked about things - am I gay (no), do I want a sex-change (no), why do I do it (dunno - but I gotta),do I feel different dressed (yes), and so on. Again I assured her that nothing was any different than it had ever been.
She then asked if my recently grown shouulder length hair was really for a donation in memory of a family friend lost to cancer. I said "yes, but it seems a shame to not use it while it's here"
She said - "True, you have a lot of hair"
"Not so much, it's pretty thin in the back and there's not much at all in the front - fortunately I look pretty good with it pulled up with a clip and wispy tendrils and bangs."
She giggled. I then told her I was a little POed at her...
"Why?"
"Because you didn't tell me I looked cute"
She laughed outright and said,
"you really do look cute in a hot sort of way, but you've got to do something about that body hair"
She stayed home from work and we spent the rainy afternoon on the couch watching old movies. She's been particularily affectionate the last two days.
Cool kid, or what?
Way!
I didn't hear her enter the house, and she walked into the bedroom just as I was changing bras...Otherwise dressed in a cute ecru cami, long,tiered jungle print skirt, 3" strappy espadrilles, makeup, dangly earrings, nail polish, jewelry - Not much chance of her not noticing.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"come in - let's talk" said I, quickly dropping my left breastform into its cup and pulling the cami up.
I explained about crossdressing, and that I had been doing it since I was 3 or 4. I told her nothing has changed since I've been doing this all her life - the only difference is that she now knows something that she might prefer that she didn't.
"Does Mom know?"
"of course - remember that cute black top she wore the other night? It's actually mine."
"So she's OK with with it?"
"'ok' may be a stronger word than she would use, but she basically accepts it"
"Who else knows?
"So far as I know, just you two - Are you OK with this?"
"Yeah I guess so - I need to go think"
Fifteen minutes later. I checked up on her - she had been crying, and I offered her a hug (still dressed) which she gracefully declined. I asked if she would prefer that I change back to guy mode, and she said yes.
After another 20 minutes I went back to her room, clean faced and dressed in guy shorts and a tshirt. We talked about things - am I gay (no), do I want a sex-change (no), why do I do it (dunno - but I gotta),do I feel different dressed (yes), and so on. Again I assured her that nothing was any different than it had ever been.
She then asked if my recently grown shouulder length hair was really for a donation in memory of a family friend lost to cancer. I said "yes, but it seems a shame to not use it while it's here"
She said - "True, you have a lot of hair"
"Not so much, it's pretty thin in the back and there's not much at all in the front - fortunately I look pretty good with it pulled up with a clip and wispy tendrils and bangs."
She giggled. I then told her I was a little POed at her...
"Why?"
"Because you didn't tell me I looked cute"
She laughed outright and said,
"you really do look cute in a hot sort of way, but you've got to do something about that body hair"
She stayed home from work and we spent the rainy afternoon on the couch watching old movies. She's been particularily affectionate the last two days.
Cool kid, or what?