Shari
10-14-2008, 05:29 AM
Another thread here awoke some memories for me dressed as Thomas Jefferson in my 6th grade play.
Know that I had already been experimenting with my mother's clothing.
My female teacher, who ran the play, decided that in order to look more the part, brought in one of her frilly white blouses and a short top to a woman's suit that I would wear. This, in addition to a white wig (revolutionary era) and some fairly heavy makeup for the footlights, including powder, rouge and lipstick. Somewhere I also recall some sort of eye shadow she put on me.
I can remember sitting there as she applied the makeup on me. To this day, I wonder if she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She smiled the entire time, as if she took pleasure in turning me into a sort of little girl, even commented how pretty my eyes were. I was embarrassed in front of my classmates, but nobody laughed.
Suddenly, there I was in a woman's blouse and jacket, make up and standing in front of the whole school.
My best memories now recall it as somewhat traumatic, but there was something else there too. When the play was over, I can remember not wanting to remove that pretty blouse, which, by the way still had a hint of my teacher's perfume on it.
I think the experience may have pushed me deeper into my crossdressing desires.
Anybody else here ever had something similar happen to them?
Know that I had already been experimenting with my mother's clothing.
My female teacher, who ran the play, decided that in order to look more the part, brought in one of her frilly white blouses and a short top to a woman's suit that I would wear. This, in addition to a white wig (revolutionary era) and some fairly heavy makeup for the footlights, including powder, rouge and lipstick. Somewhere I also recall some sort of eye shadow she put on me.
I can remember sitting there as she applied the makeup on me. To this day, I wonder if she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She smiled the entire time, as if she took pleasure in turning me into a sort of little girl, even commented how pretty my eyes were. I was embarrassed in front of my classmates, but nobody laughed.
Suddenly, there I was in a woman's blouse and jacket, make up and standing in front of the whole school.
My best memories now recall it as somewhat traumatic, but there was something else there too. When the play was over, I can remember not wanting to remove that pretty blouse, which, by the way still had a hint of my teacher's perfume on it.
I think the experience may have pushed me deeper into my crossdressing desires.
Anybody else here ever had something similar happen to them?