The First Time

[SallyStone]

39 years ago I was confused and sometimes dismayed by my attraction to women's clothing. Of course at the tender age of 10 I was clueless when it came to crossdressing, as well as any of the reasons I was so compelled to do it. That didn't stop me, however. And now, so far removed from the adolescent turmoil that early crossdressing caused, I look back on the memories fondly. There are a few pluses regarding maturity.

The first time I ever wore anything feminine, I chose my older sister's red high heel pumps. They were way too big for me, and it took five or six pairs of socks to marginally fill them out. I remember the first time I saw my sister wearing them, it stirred something deep inside. I found myself captivated by them. I then found myself wanting to actually wear them. That first time I sneaked them into the bathroom to try on (with all those pairs of socks), I put them on without any guilt or thought of wrong doing. I wore those shoes for the first time with such adolescent innocence. The concern and the confusion came later, but that first time was oh so glorious.

I'm so glad my confusion and my worry over the desire to crossdress didn't last for very long. Fortunately for me, I came to grips with it early on in my life. Since those troublesome years are now in my past. Since time has blurred the images just a bit, those old memories are now cherished keepsakes instead of terrifying heirlooms.

[Country girl]

Isn't it nice to be able to have fond memories such as the one you have shared with us. It is a shame that more CDers aren't able to find the self acceptance that you so obviously have. How wonderful for you! :hugs: CG GG

[teresa jeen]

my grand-mother ( dont roll your eyes yet) had a basement room that us boys loved to spend the night in. my cousin and i were " camping out " down there, well he got scared and went upstairs, i got nervous and in my anxiety, started looking around. i looked in the dresser and there was hose, garters and girdles slips and in the closet were dresses. these were my moms and aunts left overs, i came to find out. needless to say i still love camping!!!:heehee:

[Samantha B L]

I first dressed when I was 11 or 12. The year was probably 1967 or 1968. I liked to sneak into my cousin's bedroom where there was all sorts of fem stuff. She even had a couple of cheap wigs and a vanity with makeup and a mirror. A lot of this stuff was just scattered around on the bed a great deal of the time. And they were big ones for leaving doors sitting open a whole lot at my cousin's. For better or worse they only kept house about once a month. So things were kind of in disarray most of the time and I would just tell my aunt I was going in back to "listen to the FM radio" or "take a nap". In the general disorder nobody had any idea what I was up to. Before too long I tried to kind of bury my cd'ing. I put it behind me until I was 19 years old. That must've been 1976 or somewhere therabouts. On the bright side,by that time cd'ing had gained a slightly better social reputation and there was a minor degree of acceptance but most of the psychological and therapy kind of literature that was in my bathroom reading and in the general banter I had with freinds treated cd'ing as if it was sort of OK but was in fact an early-in-life prelude to "transexualism" and "homosexuality". Not there's anything the matter with those 2 things. But I started to get a little disatisfied with that analogy and began to develope some opinions of my own. Over time my previous confusion went away. But those early memories crop up and they are fery pleasant.