How sneaky when you were a child dressing up

[1950sclothes]

I don't know how I got away with it, but I did. There were a few times I nearly got caught wearing a dress (I was about 13), and I nearly died a death.

I also nearly got caught putting back my sister's skirts after wearing them. Too close for comfort.

My sis had a great dress sense and I loved four skirts in particular. One, a green, chunky fleck gore skirt which I adored. I was intent on wearing it but I never got the chance.

Another was a blue skirt, I did wear that several times.:D And then there was a gray skirt which I never got the chance to wear. A black one too, I sadly didn't get the chance to wear.:(

I was sneaky in those days though. :tongueout

[Angela Burke]

I didn't have to be sneaky at all.
I'm the youngest of a family of five, all girls,
including me! My mother and sisters were all
supportive of me right from the start. I could
dress as a girl pretty much when I wanted
at home. With plenty of outings as well.
Happy days.

[1950sclothes]

Angela, you've been very lucky. ;)

[Tiffy]

I hide it but not to well. I was never caught wearing anything that I can remember. But my stash of clothes was found by my mom and granny many times over the years.

Tiffany

[Kate Simmons]

Pretty sneaky as a pre-teen but when I got to be older I got sloppy. My Mom caught me a number of times with different things. Seems the desire sometimes outweighs the risk when you are desperate.:happy:

[karynspanties]

Caught many times with my mom and sisters slips (early 70's) then as a teen in the late 70's early 80's I "procured" my own stash of panties and slips. I know my mom found the stuff.....was'nt put back they way I left it. Nothing was ever said, but she knew.

[Iowagrown]

i started dressing about age 12. i did not have any sisters at home so i did not have any cool clothes to wear, so i had to raid my mom's dresser when she wasn't home. those were the days, hose, slip and granny panties.

i dont think she knew, and i dont think she even knows that i dress to this day. when i viisit i take my own stuff to wear under my "regular" clothes, but i've been getting sloppy and leaving my things out in my room. i think i want to get caught so i don't have to come out and tell first.

[EDNA]

I am glad to say. That I was never sneaky. In anything I did. I do not know. What I would have done. If I would have had to be sneaky.

My parents were supportive. By helping me, buying and making me. Real nice clothes. Just like the parents did. For my other Boy Cousins. That want to dress as a girl.[In which we all still CD and are happy to do so.] Plus all of our parents. Did not care what we did and what anyone else Said about it.

[StacyCD]

I was never caught by my Mom but I tend to think she knew and just didn't say anything. I'm guessing that she just thought it was a phase that would go away like my wanting to be a fireman. However, I'm not happy with my 'sneaking' with my SO of 30 years! I wish I had told her sooner, which is not to say that things are great now that she knows but I would have felt a lot less guilty and probably hurt her much less as well.

[1950sclothes]

I tended to get lsoppy as I entered my 40s. I couldn't care less who knows now. But way back when I was a child, what I did felt so dangerous.:D

[Angie G]

I never got caught close a few time I was rather sneaky :hugs:
Angie

[MarciManseau]

I didn't have to be sneaky at all.
I'm the youngest of a family of five, all girls,
including me! My mother and sisters were all
supportive of me right from the start. I could
dress as a girl pretty much when I wanted
at home. With plenty of outings as well.
Happy days.

Lucky you. My older sister loved to dress me up, and mom would sometimes tell us to stop, but never go and change. I was about 12 when she sort of gave up complaining, so I got to be a girl a lot. :D

I began going out with my sister when I was 14, maybe 15. It was so amazing being out and totally accepted by everyone as a girl. I was so thrilled.

Hugs, Marci :hugs:

[Super_Jess]

Ive never been oficially caught dressed by my family. But, I dont even what to know how many times theyve discovered clothes.

Im not sure why theyve never even said anything about me myself. I even have bras, perfumes, shoes, shorts and other clothes laying aroung my room. I even wear pink princess house shoes areoung the house and I the most Ive heard was my dad joking with me asking me if I was having a sex change, I just kinda laughed.

[MarciManseau]

Ive never been oficially caught dressed by my family. But, I dont even what to know how many times theyve discovered clothes.

Im not sure why theyve never even said anything about me myself. I even have bras, perfumes, shoes, shorts and other clothes laying aroung my room. I even wear pink princess house shoes areoung the house and I the most Ive heard was my dad joking with me asking me if I was having a sex change, I just kinda laughed.

Maybe they just love you enough to let you be you. :hugs:

[Super_Jess]

Maybe they just love you enough to let you be you. :hugs:

I really hope so, my brother and about 4 of my friends know and they are really supportive. I just wish I could come out to the rest of my family so I could be me 24/7.

[Linda C]

I never really got caught but, I remember this one time. I was dressed up walking around the house in the afternoon. I was just about to go downstairs to the basement and change back when my brother came up to the back door of the house. He saw me for about a split second. I ran downstairs and locked the door - he defiantly saw me because he kept saying you are wearing your sisters clothes. I hid as best I could but he saw me again threw a crack in the paneling. Man was I freaked out and excited at the same time . I remember that I was wearing my sisters red dress that had an elastic top with spaghetti straps - I was also wearing her black bra and panties - she has great taste! We have never spoken about it and he never busted me again - thank god. I think that he keeps his mouth shut because I have a couple of things on him that I am sure he doesn't want me to reveal :devil:

[Patti Remick]

Sneaky...?

Well,

Ive been a CDr as far back as I can remember. I am the youngest of 3 with 2 older sisters that were 6 and 7 years older than me. My father travelled a lot on business and was away from home for days and even weeks at a time. When I was about 7 my mom went back to work full time. My mom always considered me a very 'grown up' little boy and felt I could take care of myself at home after school until my older sisters, and eventually she, got home. So from the time I was about 7 (c 1965) until well into my early teens I had plenty of afterschool 'home alone' time (this would be anywhere from 3-6 hours depending on when I got home and when my sisters did as they were very involved in aftershool activities). And for a young CDr our home was a paradise. My mother was a total pack rat (probably from growing up dirt poor herself) and kept almost all of my sisters old clothes from when they were younger. So I was home alone in a house filled with tons of perfectly fitting girls clothes. My father even had built a huge walk-in closet in our basement for my mother and sisters to keep there clothes in! My sisters had so much stuff - dresses, skirts, blouses, jumpers, even their old shoes! I wore their panties, tights, vests and training bras, and pantyhose. I wore almost everything of theirs that I could and by age 9 or 10 I was one of the best dressed little CDrs you could ever meet. Complete outfits head-to-toe, inside-out! And this was the 1960s and girls clothes were GIRLY. One of my sisters even had some wigs (she obviously was experimenting with her own looks) and they were just the icing on the cake for this little CDr. There were even ballet outfits and a skating dress. I dressed almost daily from age 9 to about age 14 in perfectly fitting and age correct little girls clothes!! I am sure this is the reason for my preference for little girls and girls clothes, as opposed to womens clothes, today (I can and do dress my age but prefer the younger -much younger - look). Eventually my sisters grew older and moved out and eventually most of the clothes were gotton rid of. I was never 'caught' or anything but certain events would lead me to speculate that my sisters and mother may have suspected something - Im just not sure. I was always very carefull to put things back the way they had been in closets, drawers, etc., but doing this so often I never could be absolutely sure I covered my tracks. I think my best allie in stealth was the fact that my mother and sisters were so involved in their own lives they did not have time to really see what I was doing. To this day nothing has ever been said. I look back on that time in my life with both joy and sadness. Joy in what I had and sadness that I would never have it like that again.

Love and hugs to all,
Patti Remick

[goofus]

Angela, you've been very lucky. ;)

Yes, very lucky. Angela, show us some pictures of those days of yore!

[SiobhanW]

I did get caught by my sister a couple of times. Once when we were quite young she came into my bedroom without knocking and I had to dive under the sheets. Needless to say I wasn't able to cover up completely and she saw our mum's gold lame blouse covering my shoulders. I told her it was my new PJ's, which she seemed to buy.

You may remember I talked about these closets in our one house that were built into one end of the room, with a false wall separating out the balance of the roof space? Well these closets were quite deep too, and there was a void between the hanger rail and this false wall of probably 3-4 feet. As a kid I could actually stand up in this space. On many occasions I'd sneak into the one behind my parent's closet and it meant that I could try on my mother's things right off the hanger without being seen.

[KatrinaAshley]

I had to be. No sisters here. I was very picky in getting things back in the right place and haven't been caught. I can't say for sure if there is any suspicion, maybe something wasn't put back as perfectly as I had hoped. Nothing has been said and I plan to keep it that way. Now that I own a few things I feel the chance of discovery has decreased.

[katieblush]

The first time i tried on tights "caught" early morning no one else up, on the chair my sisters work clothes,so i decided to have a play, on go knickers,bra,tights,skirt,top,feeling pretty good then movement upstairs sis decides to get up,in true olympic
stripping mode i undress fold all the clothes,then the tights ahh why wont they get back in shape,at this point i new i had to get rid of them so under the cushion they went sis came in and i must have looked very very guilty,so i go to the kitchen for a drink then the words HAVE YOU BEEN WARING MY TIGHTS echoed through the house, mum and dad made there way into the kitchen i left the room and my sis went stright and told mum and dad hahahaha from the kitchen we will have to get him some frilly draws for school haha,well talk about shame.

After this episode
i had the nice job of going to the shop to buy mums and sisters tights sort of a punishment i think,the guy in the shop used to love making comments like "you only bought some last week have you a ladder already" and if i returned home with tan tights back to the shop i had to go for black ones,i cannot remember how long the trips lasted to the shop but that was the end of anything else being said.

[stellatoo]

I was very sneaky whilst growing up:heehee:
I remember "wagging" off school, leaving family gatherings early because I had arranged a date with my "GF"-and not the gf they knew about:D

I was caught a couple of times wearing my sisters nighties under my PJ's but not a lot was said and all in all I think I got away with it.


Stella

[CathyKR]

Never actually caught, but it was a close shave on a number of occasions. As somebody else said, the desire to dress far outweighed the risks. Faced with my older sister's wardrobe and then, when I got to be too big for my sister's clothes, my mum's huge wardrobe - both full of 60s styles (lots of Peter Pan collars, which I absolutely adore) - I just couldn't resist. I also fell in love with my mum's beaver lamb (= 'mouton' in USA/Canada) coat, which more often than not featured in my dressing forays.

This is terrible, thinking back now, but as a young teen I used to babysit for quite a few close-by families, and I always took the opportunity to check out the lady of the house's wardrobe for nice clothes and furs. Very sneaky and very naughty. But that naughtiness added to the frisson of excitement.

[Kristen Marie]

While this doesn't qualify as being caught, I remember the first time as a teenager that I dressed in front of my guy friends. I was over my best friends house, playing pool in his basement. He had an older sister who used to leave her underwear hanging up to dry in the bathroom and other places. She was exactly my size back then. I would also use the bathroom a lot and try her stuff on.

But, back to the story. One night when we were playing pool, the laundry basket with her light blue bra and panties right on top were left downstairs near the pool table. It is as if they were calling out to me. So, as the night went on, I dared him to put on his sister's bra and panties. He refused as I expected, but I kept at him. Finally he did what I hoped he would, and dared me to put them on. After denying a few times, I reluctantly agreed. I wore that bra and panty all night. I still remember that night. I wish I had more nights like that!

[angelfire]

I had a few close calls. I didn't actually start until I was around 16, and I'm an only child, so my source of clothing was just basically my mom, and I never 'borrowed', so I couldn't get caught with anything missing. I never did get caught, and my stash was never found, but I did come out to my parents, so I don't have to worry about that so much now.

[trannie T]

When I lived at home I had a pair of panties which I stole from mom and a bra which I'd found. They were pretty easy to hide. I never fully dressed until I was well into my twenties.

[Taffy]

I was nowhere as good at hiding my stash as I should have been and I did get caught. It was not a pretty sight! It led to me being sent to my father's place first (I lived with my mother) and then a couple of years later when he discovered my stash he called the police. Shortly thereafter, I was thrown out of the house.

Like Patty above, I dressed exclusively as a young girl and did not find adult styles appealing at all. That view continues to this day, making me one of the LG (Little Girl) crossdressers...

[Alandra]

I was pretty much raised by my Dad. Divorced family. Mother was irresponsible, long story. My dad is a very conservative Lutheran. At the very upper end of the baby boomer generation. He shares many traits in common with the "depression" generation that came before him. I was caught almost red-handed once. An item was found in my room at a very young age (maybe 10?) and there was NO good reason why it needed to be there. I went on hiding things as best I could from then on, but suspect he always knew. I'm currently married, have come out to my wife & all of that. But I was PARANOID as a kid, trying to keep this side of myself away from Dad.

[Natasha1974]

I thought I was sneaky in my teens, apparently not sneaky enough as my mother and father found my stash many times, to which I lost everything and had to start all over again, you could call it more of a forced purge actually.

[Taniawilde]

I was never caught, but looking back, I'm sure my mother knew. I raided her undergarment drawer and stockings with regularity. (She worked). I tried to put everything back exactly, but come on, we know that it's an impossibility! Someone found my personal things (bra, panties and makeup). It was thrown out, but not one word was said. Oh for the wonder of the 60's again. LOL

[Jaydee]

I was pretty sneaky. My mom worked, and my younger brother was in daycare until she picked him up. I had a couple hours to myself after school everyday until my mom and dad got home from work. I took care of myself from 4th grade on during the summer so I had a lot of time. My mom had a dresser drawer in an unused bedroom full of discarded hosiery and lingere. I had my stash securely hidden within the landscaping of our HO trainset in the basement. I was always very careful, although I did have some close calls when someone would come home unexpectedly. As far as I know, neither of my parents found anything or suspected what I was doing during the day. I have always wondered if I got it all out of the hiding spot.

Jaydee

[Dawn Marie]

Got caught several times by my sister,and begged her not to tell Mom. Not sure if she ever told her though. I was wearing my sister sunday dress,panties, and shoes. that was heaven even with the risk.

[Vickifur]

Would usually dress on friday evenings when parents went out. I'd get into my sister's room (she was off at college) and dress up in left behind clothes: bra, panties, sweater, and usually one of mom's furs. The closest i got came to being caught was around 5 minutes, an unexpectedly early return.

This doesn't count my dressing up in a neighbor ladys clothes when house sitting during the summer. I was supposed to be feedin the cat, and I did that, but also learned how a full length girdle and stockings worked (1963 after all).

Oh well. I guess I'm still sneaky, unfortunately.

[Cristi]

I don't know how I managed to get so much time to myself when I was a kid. My sisters were older, so I was still in elementary school and got home at least an hour before them for a few years (and both my parents worked) so I made as much of that time as I could. I would go home, put on a skirt and tights, and have fun until the very last minute (sometimes only changing back into guy's clothes as the car was pulling into the driveway).

I would also make the most out of times I stayed home sick from school. I specifically remember a particular green tartan skirt and dark green tights I had at that time. I would spend all day in them, once I fell asleep on the couch and only woke up when I heard my sister's car in the driveway. Close call!

With some of the things I did when I was a bit older, I am VERY surprised I never got caught. I lived in a very rural area, and when I was a teen I used to go out for night walks (9 or 10PM) for over a mile on the dirt roads. If a car came, I had plenty of time to duck into the woods until it was past.

As I got REALLY brave, I would walk all the way out to the state highway and walk down the shoulder of the road, in full view of the cars passing me (being careful to walk in the same direction as the traffic). Once in a while, cars would be coming in both directions at the same time so I'd have to be facing the headlights of one of them. All this in a short skirt and tights when I couldn't have been more than 13 or 14 years old.

Being such a small town (population of only about 1500 at the time) I'm almost amazed I was never found out. Maybe I WAS recognized, but whoever saw me was kind enough never to bring it up!

I think the bravest (most stupid?) thing I did several times was when I was a bit older than a 'child'. When I was 16 I got my license and motorcycle endorsement. Several times I actually went out for a drive on my bike with a skirt and tights on. Since I had a full-face helmet, leather jacket and gloves, I didn't have to worry about anybody recognizing me. I never thought until years later how easy it would have been for somebody to recognize the bike, helmet and jacket!! I also never brought any kind of change of clothes, so if I had an accident or broke down I would have been in deep trouble!

I've got to say, though... riding a motorcycle while wearing a skirt, with it blowing in the wind was quite and experience. :)

[Miss Emma]

I was only caught once, when I was about eight or so. My sister at the time was roughly 16 or seventeen, I cant remeber...anywho, I felt the inexplicable urge to dress is something...it was probably my second time doing it....Well, I had put on some of her panties and was making away with the good to my room when my sister caught me. needless to say, she found the undies...prety damn quick too, considering how "genuis" my plan was. Well, things got worse too. Later that year, at a family reunion, it seemed that there was nothing to talk about to my really cool uncles, my grand parents, and my cousins how I was caught with my sisters underware....Oh...And I was there when the secret came out...Fortunately, I think my parents only thought it was a phase...But my, that was the day I became a ninja when it came to CDing.

[shauna 9]

I had a few close calls. I didn't actually start until I was around 13,

[Alandra]

As sneaky as I possibly could be! I was raised by a single dad, who was/is also a pretty devout Lutheran. Scary, for sure!

Sneaky as I tried to be, my parents had about 12 years to get savvy. My dad caught me shortly after I had started. He didn't catch me dressed, but did find a forbidden little something in my room. He took away my favorite, damn him! He must have gotten savvy again, because the almost-forgotten source of my CD delight was completely gone one day. :eek:

I was once caught bringing something home from my mom's place, no doubt trying to compensate for what my dad had trashed.

Despite my paranoia and unbelievably clever hiding place for my stash after being caught once, I have a sense that both of my parents know. Or at least know that I was "active" as a child. But it's never discussed.

Most especially with my dad who hasn't spoken to me since June, anyways, for reasons completely seperate from CD.

[il.dso]

Sneaky, oh yeah, definitely. Lots of memories of nearly getting caught when my parents would come home early. Now, I worry that my wife will come home early and find me all dressed up. She knows about my passions, but we're not really able to share my crossdressing as much as I wish. Atleast for now...

[chrissietoo]

While this doesn't qualify as being caught, I remember the first time as a teenager that I dressed in front of my guy friends. I was over my best friends house, ....She was exactly my size back then. I would also use the bathroom a lot and try her stuff on.


I had an experience similar to that. My friend and I would hang out at his house, a very small house with his sisters clothes scattered everywhere. I admired them constantly, and often slipped them on in their bathroom.

One day I was in a tee shirt and the house was really cold. One of Carol's fluffy sweaters was on the couch, and I said I was freezing and was going to put it on. Larry kidded me but said I looked pretty cute. I got to say I'd look better with boobs, and....in a couple of minutes I was putting on one of Carol's bras, and I spent the afternoon like that watching TV.

After that I'd slip on something of hers when nobody was home (but Larry and me). We treated it like a kinky sort of joke, it was very cool.

[Colleentg]

I should have been a spy or navy seal, cuz I was GOOD! Living in an old farmhouse with very squeaky floors and all...and having six brothers and a sister! I memorized where every squeak was, and avoided every one of them. I opened and closed doors and drawers w/o a sound! I didn't have any places to hide anything (hard to explain that) so I would sneak into other rooms late at night, go into dresser drawers with a very dim, small-spot flashlight and get what I was looking for. Never got caught! Once I temporarily hid my sister's tights in my pillow, then my mom found them and simply told me to put them back where I found them! Like I said, I was never caught, but I was accused!

[NatalieBliss]

I would stand in front of the drawer or section of closet I was "looting". I returned it... mostly. But I would stare and memorize every the image of the area I would effect. Then place it back as close to exact as possible. Though one time somebody walked by my room...

Foolishly my door was open a crack as my sister had arrived home almost two hours early. However I now know she didn't see me because I told her about my CDing long after and for a different reason, and she had no idea.

[Celeste]

I was caught once by my mother who came home early,I was in the bathroom trapped with no other place to stash her clothes but in the hamper. She knew but never made a big deal of it.Another time was a close call where I was just getting things on and a freind knocked at the door,I quickly removed the bra and went to the door with no shirt on.This was like my forth time dressing so I had'nt learned to be careful yet and as I led the way up the stairs he asked what happened to your back it looks like someones been whipping you.I stepped in the bathroom and was shocked to see the deep bra lines on shoulders,back and even the cups in front.I guess it was a little tight.Well I quickly through on a t shirt and told him it was probably the sheets on my bed that did it.Lucky he was kind of a burnt out type as he never put it together.

[Mitch23]

I used to think I was pretty smart but looking back on it, I wasn't. A brand new pair of pantyhose for instance would get stuffed back in the packet - not very clever. Mum caught me with her things under my pillow a few times - used to tell me off but i think chose not to say anything in the end. so both my mum, now departed, and my sis must have known and sis was very keen to play dressing up games and for me to be the girl

mitch

[Melora]

Yeah.. I was caught!.. Hehe..
My room was next to my moms project/Guest room..
Mom was a sales lady of a Lingerie company called "Cameo" (Idont know if they still exist".. Anyways.... Mom had a HUGE assortment of Fem thingies, that she would pack up and bring to "Cameo", parties, for the customers to try on.. And SHE stored them in the room next to MINE!! = Wow!! I loved It!! You name it She HAD IT!! And I wore IT! HEHEHE.. :) , Untill...
The Living room was the next room over from "The ROOM". One night, when I was about 12 or 13 ish..I was on one of my Infiltrator missions, My Dad could not sleep, (I Think), Anyways, I heard the door open after my Mission. I got All dolled up as much as I could in my bedroom, and actually fell asleep!.. Dad Opend up the door, and turned on the light!! He scolded me (I Think, Dont remember much), I do remember afterwads that he told me NOT TO DO IT AGAIN..., Which was Alright, as I was sneaking stuff out of the giveaway box quite reguarly back then.. NOTE: Dad is my BEST FRIEND, Now and ALWAYS!
One other thing about back then.. I knew how to open up the window Completely and sneak out in the night while dressed, In a remote mountain location, and wander around, quite a bit... Though I was never scarred, the tought of a mountain Lion or a Bear did cross the mind a little when I did this..
I would not trade any of it for the world in retrospect..

[Lanore]

I don't believe I was ever sneaky. I thought what I was doing was who I was.

Lanore

[Carol A]

Don't know how sneaky I was or not but worn my mothers cloths for over a year before she busted me one Saturday afternoon.

[Jillm]

I always tried to be sneaky, but one time I fell asleep with a pair of pantyhose on and my sister seen my foot sticking out from my blanket, she never said anything but I know she seen me.
Jill

[MarciManseau]

I did a quick Google and found this:

http://www.cameolingerie.com/

I wish I'd grown up with all those sexy things in our house :D
I bet you were adorable back then too

Hugs, Marci :hugs:

[S. Lisa Smith]

I guess I was sneaky enough. My mother has since told me she never knew I wa in her stuff.

[immike]

I guess I was sneaky enough. My mother has since told me she never knew I wa in her stuff.
I'm very sneaky.To this very day,since I was 14 years old,I love to sneak into Mothers
closet,after I raid her pantyhose drawer&steal a fresh,unopened pkg of pantyhose,which
I wear,then I slowly begin trying on all of her dresses,all of her skirts,her good business
suits.I especially enjoy dressing in her short skirtsuits,with a silk blouse&a pair of her
heels&sitting at her makeup table&doing my hair,face&nails.Several times,I enjoyed
sliding into her dress slacks&heels&wearing one of her sequined tops.One time I found
her French Maid costume& promptly wore it,with black stockings&heels

[Raychel]

I guess I was fairly sneaky, I was never caught. My stash was found once by my mother. But I was never caught with anything on.

[Ozark]

I was around 9 years old.

My 15 year old cousin had moved in with us. It was a sad story, her mother had died, her father remarried, the typical wicked step mother, car wreck, her father died and the step mother went into a nursing home.

Somehow in my 9 year old mind, I thought she (the cousin) was getting favorable treatment from my parents. I wanted to get the same kind of treatment.

For some reason I thought if I wore her clothes, my parents and grandparents would shower me with affection also.

I put on a pair of her yellow big panties (this was about 1958) and a pair of her side zip jeans. Nobody even noticed. (In retrospect I don't see how they could not have known, but they didn't say anything to me at the time.)

One time when my parents went on a trip and the cousin was in charge of us. She was downstairs reading a book. I got on a pair of her panties and crawled into her bed. (In our house it was scandalous to sleep in anything but pajamas or a nightgown.)

The cousin came upstairs and turned on the light in her bedroom and saw me in her bed. I feigned being asleep. She came over and ever so gently lifted up the covers and saw me in her panties. The covers came back down, she turned out the light and went and got into my bed.

After a while, I went into my bedroom in just her panties. She was in my bed reading a book. I told her I was scared and wanted someone to hold me. She looked at me and told me to go back to bed and hold myself.

The episode was never mentioned again.

She eventually went away to college.

Fast forward about 5 or 6 years. I had developed a bedwetting problem. Wet beds and wet sheets were a real bummer.

My father insisted I was just to d*** lazy to get out of the bed to go to the bathroom. Lots of tears, spankings and wet pajamas. My mother eventually bought me several pairs of 'stay dry' incontinent pants that I was to wear under my pajamas. I was both embarassed and excited about them at the same time.

My father had remodeled our basement and turned it into a bedroom. I was down there by myself, had a tv and radio and my school desk where I did my homework.

I had progressed to buying my own panties by this time.---this was before walmart and kmart. Went to Kresgee's or Woolworths to get them.

One night I was in bed in a just a pair of panties.

My mother came downstairs to kiss me goodnight. My pajamas were lying on my desk, along with some laundry she had told me to put away earlier in the day.

She told me to get out of bed and put away the laundry like she had told me to do. I told her no, could I do it in the morning, I was tired.

Mother insisted I do as she told me to do. Then she saw my pajamas and wanted to know why I didn't have them on and did I have on my 'protection' (That was our code word for the incontinent pants and diapers I wore to bed....we would NEVER call them by their real names, only by protection.)

Mother than told me to get out of bed right now. I refused. She reached down to pull my covers off of me and I blurted out, "Mom, I'm naked!"

She went over to my desk and picked up my pajama bottoms, gave them to me and told me put them on and put away the laundry.

I put the bottoms on over my panties while still under the covers and got out of bed and started to put away my laundry. She then insisted I wear protection to bed and I was always to wear protection and pajamas to bed. Nice people didn't sleep without pajamas.

She then swatted my butt. She must have been able to tell I had something on under my pajamas because she pulled out the waistband and asked me what I was wearing.

I started crying. I told her it wasn't fair, I hated wearing protection, I hated having to wear big white briefs (JC Penny double seats--wish I had some now..she bought them for me) that looked like diapers, I hated wearing diapers to bed and I liked how these underpants felt. I told her I had bought them thinking they were boy's bikini underpants.

She hugged me and said she understood how I felt. But until I outgrew the bedwetting it was so much easier on her to have me wear protection. It was too much trouble to have to laundry everyday--we didn't have a dryer- and to wipe my face and put on my protection and go to bed.

And she stood there. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I was too embarassed to pull of my pajama pants and have my mother see me in panties. I had only occasionally put on my protection in front of her, never in front of my father.

Finally I said the heck with it, sat on the bed and took of my pajama bottoms. I then walked over to my desk in my panties and turned my back, took off the panties and pulled on my protection.

This was very exciting to me and I didn't know why.

I started to get back into bed and my mother asked if I was forgetting something. I started to put on the pajama bottoms. No, my mother said, finish putting away the laundry.

I put away the laundry in my chest of drawers just wearing my protection. I was so embarassed and excited at the same time and didn't know why.

When I was done, my mother came over and kissed me and said, 'don't forget your pajamas." and went out the door and turned out the light.

Oh man, I knew I was in trouble. Not only was I a bedwetter, but my Mom had found out I wear panties. And she was probably going to tell my dad. I worried about that until I fell asleep. I think I cried myself to sleep that night. I wished I had on panties instead of protection.

The next day when I got home from school, I was in my basement room lying on my bed watching TV. My mom came downstairs with a bag from Sears.

She sat on my bed and said she loved me and was so proud of me for being a nice young man. She told me she was sorry that I struggled so much. She knew I was a good kid. Things will get better she said. Then, as she leaned over and hugged me, she said, "I understand boys need their privacy," and handed me the bag. "These are for you", she said.

Somehow I knew I had the upper hand. I just laid there and didn't return her hug or take the bag. She got up, left the bag on my bed, said supper will be ready when your father gets home and went upstairs. At the top of the stairs, she turned and said to me, "I am not going to mention this to your father."

After a while, I looked in the bag. There was a package of panties from Sear's. Three pair, blue, yellow and white.

[shirley1]

I was never caught, but looking back, I'm sure my mother knew. I raided her undergarment drawer and stockings with regularity. (She worked). I tried to put everything back exactly, but come on, we know that it's an impossibility! Someone found my personal things (bra, panties and makeup). It was thrown out, but not one word was said. Oh for the wonder of the 60's again. LOL

i was eventually caught wearing my younger sisters knickers and ankle socks at 14 - my mom gave me a bollocking and threatened me with what would you schoolmates say if they knew what would your granma think ect basically sent on a guilt trip - it has never been mentioned again to this day its funny how parents can brush things they would rather not talk about under the carpet ! yet they never let you forget drunken exploits ect !

[scherylnmke]

I had started to dress when I was 11 and a year later when I 'thought' everyone would be gone for the evening I dressed in my mothers nylons and a body-briefer(all in one) and a dress and her heels(a little small) and was walking around the house when the main door opened. Because we lived on the second floor I usually could hear someone coming. Not this night!! As I saw the door open I ran, and not quitely in heels to my mom's room, and hid behind the door with the lights off. My sister, who is 4 years older comes in then finds me hiding. She starts to laugh at me all the while I'm trying to ask her not to tell, luckly I realise she's drunk and she goes to her room and passes out on her bed. I quickly undress then go to check on her, she ask's if it is time for school!! I tell her no, and she says she feels like she has been asleep for hours. To this day nothing has been said to me from her, my Mom on the other hand I'm sure knew. One day I heard her talking on the phone to my aunt about her 'little transvestite', and then she saw me and changed the subject. Soon after that a friend was showing me his brothers Playboys and I saw an article about transvestites, making sure my friend didn't see me reading the articles, and I learned what I was. My mother never said a word about it, ever. A year later i ended up living with my dad and his girlfriend and her son(6 months younger). I had frequent chances to check out her lingerie as her son and I hung out with different groups, she had great nylons and lots of girdles. One evening while reading the paper my dad and his girl are chatting and she askes if anyone has seen a pair of her pantyhose that is missing from the clean laundry. Her son abruptly leaves and I'm interogated!! Turns out that him and his girlfriend took them to 'play', and he had her fess up a day later!!

[corrinediane]

I was sneaky. Loved wearing my moms bras. Late 60's. Had a really nice black bullet bra. Peekaboo panties. She had a mastectomy so I got to use forms then. They weren't the same shape though. Still felt great. Brings back memories. I would sneak into my older sisters room and get her nities. Lacey yellow one was my fav. Almost got caught loads of times. Maybe I should have been caught then I wouldn't have to worry about coming out. I would have been thrown out!

[KandisTX]

Was I sneaky? I suppose for the first several years I was sneaky about going into my mom’s and sister’s rooms and wearing their clothing, I would do it every chance I got. Mom and Dad both worked so when I was home from school due to illness I had the full day to dress up and have fun in their clothes. I recall one day where I almost got caught by my sister, I had decided that I needed to experiment with her make-up as well as wearing her clothes. I hadn’t thought about how to remove it though, I scrubbed and scrubbed and thought I had gotten it all off, but when she got home from school she saw trace of her blue eye shadow on my eyes. She never said anything about it, but I wish she had, it would have been nice to have an ally, then again, she could have become my worst enemy as well. I have since lost touch with her and really wish I could connect back with her so I could talk to her and maybe repair things between us. (What happened there is another thread entirely I won’t go into now).

Those first years of sneaking around became wonderful memories, but the time came when I wanted some items that were “mine” so I kept a watch on the laundry and their dressers to see what items were not worn EVER, and made my choices of some nice panties from my sister, a bra from mother, pantyhose, slip, and a body briefer from mom. I had never seen these particular items in the wash and they were always in the back of the dresser drawers so I figured they would be safe items to remove and keep as my stash. Well, I hadn’t put much thought into where I would keep them so I put them in the bottom of my pajama/underwear drawer. Mom worked for Johnson & Johnson Personal Products Division so there were always samples of items in the bathroom, so I took a sample package of Carefree Panty Shields, lightly scented for that more feminine feeling (still wear them daily now along with my panties and pantyhose), and had them stashed in the dresser drawer as well.

Mom usually did laundry and would, on occasion put our stuff away, either that or she was just a nosy person (not my real mom but technically my second cousin, her mother was my great grand-mothers sister and I was “adopted” by them for a brief period [10 years], of my life). Anyway, I had spent all day at school fantasizing about when I got home and would be able to put on my bra, panties, pantyhose, slip, and body briefer. When I got home from school, I immediately went to my room to change and when I opened my dresser, the clothing was gone. I went to see if I could find it again, sure enough it was all sitting on mom’s dresser. She never said anything to me about it, but eventually I got tired of sneaking and hiding and I wanted lingerie and feminine clothing of my own. I figured the best thing to do was to tell her, or rather allow myself to get caught with my pants down showing her panties and pantyhose.

I prepared myself as she and I were the only ones home, I went to the laundry room and took some of my sisters panties and a bra off of her stack of clean & folded laundry and snuck into her room and took a pair of pantyhose and put them all on underneath my sweat pants and sweat shirt. I went out to talk to her in the back yard and asked her some generic questions to get a feel for her mood and then we went inside. As we were walking into the house and heading upstairs, I was taking off my sweat suit and asked her if she ever wondered why I had her clothing in my dresser. She said “no”, I said “Well, this is why” and I tossed my sweats over her shoulder and stood there wearing nothing but a bra, panties and pantyhose. She of course over reacted and decided that I was sick and needed therapy and that was the end of that. Six months later I left there and moved back with my real father and mother and went back into hiding until I again decided that I wanted to have some stuff of my own. This time I would do it right, mom (my real mom) was much more understanding and open about things so this time it would be different. Once again I set myself to be caught. I knew that mom would be the first one to come home and so I went into her room and dressed myself in her bra, panties, and pantyhose underneath my bathrobe. I have very pale skin and my socks only came up to the mid calf range and my robe stopped about two inches above the knee. This means there was an area of about 5 inches of my legs exposed and the suntan pantyhose were QUITE noticeable. I heard her keys in the front door and timed my exit from her room with the moment she was in the apartment and closed the door behind her. She saw me coming out of her room and asked “What are you doing in my room”. “Nothing” I said, I can see her eyes move to my legs and she asks me with a knowing smile “What are you wearing? You have a box of your sisters bras in your closet (I was storing them there for her honest, [besides, they didn’t fit me]), and now this”. I smiled and said “No, I don’t have a box of bras, only one”, and I opened my robe exposing myself wearing her underwear. She smiled and said “Well, you know you can’t just walk around in a bra and panties, let’s find you something to wear over them.” With that, we went back into her room and she proceeded to find me something to wear over the top of the lingerie, and she gave me permission to wear her things until we could go shopping and buy me some of my own as long as I washed all of her things before I returned them. Now, she gives me lingerie and femme clothing as gifts, and she calls me her daughter as well as her son. :love:

Kandis:love:

[DonnaT]

I have four brothers, no sisters.

The house we lived in had two bedrooms upstairs, two of us in one, three others in the other.

NO DOORS.

I was never caught by my brothers. Came close once when I was in the kitchen getting a drink of water. I had to hide in a broom closet.

My mother found my stash after I left for the Army.

She also caught me once, but I was being very daring at the time. I'd have never been caught otherwise.

[BarbaraTalbot]

I could
dress as a girl pretty much when I wanted
at home.

Even before I realized I WAS a CD myself I had told the unhappy story f my experience at 3.5 and the same that was heaped on me for trying. My wife is so much healtheier and this is before as I daid I (Or she ) understood about me. Both boys and one of three girls have crossed in fun and were treated with respect. The youngest boy still does sometimes, and it is just fun for him and no gravity is place on it one way or the other. He borrows mom's highest heels (well actually the pairs he picks from 'mom's' now EXTENSIVE collection are usually actually mine, the boy has good taste!)

We found a pair of cute heels in a tiny size of maybe 5.5. We plan to add tat to the dress-up box the next time he asks for mom's shoes. We would just hand them to him, but I don't want to color his choices either way. Its fun to see his joy at dressing in sharp contrast to my violent mistreatment.


But way back when I was a child, what I did felt so dangerous.:D
FOr me it was dangerous. I did it anyway, bit only with the most secure privacy I could manage, locked door, every ne out of the house, locked bathroom. not healthy.

[Janis Edwards]

I am pretty sure I was never caught although there is a possibility our cleaning lady may have seen me dressed when I was about 10. She had a key for our house and arrived for work on an off day, scared the bejeebers out of me. The headlines might have read " 10 Year Old Boy Dressed as Girl Found Dead of Heart Attack". If she did see me, I don't think she ever told my parents. I actually remember what I was wearing that day, mothers black fishnet stockings, girdle, black velvet heels (they wear absolutely the best) and a black and white flowered dress. They all fit me perfectly at that time as we wrere both the same size.
Oh the memories!!!!!!!!!

[loki_uk]

I was sneaky enough, I never got caught except for the time in primary school they sent me home wearing the regulation blue girls knickers (it's a long story but I needed underwear and that's all they had he he)

I wonder whether my mum suspected though, as she did sometimes give me hand me downs till I was a teenager of her more neutral clothes like shirts et