Never had feminization forced on me, though it is a nice fantasy....
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Never had feminization forced on me, though it is a nice fantasy....
Well, I don't think she was trying to feminize me, but part of this journey was started when my sister had the idea to trade clothes at age 8.
When I was 5 or 6, there were no boys my age in the neighborhood for me to play with. So I played with my older sister & her friends. The games were all girl games including dressup. I got hooked crossdressing at that young age. After my sister lost interest in dressing me, I secretly dressed in her clothes. Never stopped.
No one introduced me to dressing. I just saw a dress one day and decided to put it on
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Originally Posted by Karren Hutton
My sister who was 12 years my senior (I was born in 61) would dress me up from when I was 2 1/2 up to around 5 and take me down the street shopping. My mother obviously didn't protest, my father, he was out of the country on business a lot. If he'd known though, he'd have not only flipped his lid but blown an O ring too. When I was 7, my sister left to go OS and live in London, and her room became by magic cave. When I got bored I was about 12 and I started hitting my mothers stuff. long evening dresses by Dior and Chanel, silk stockings still in their packets from the 50's..etc...etc
More than a few times I got bust with mostly nylons, all hidden behind my wardrobe. Nothing was ever said by her to me, and her lingerie was never moved from her draws either. As I got older, it just grew and grew (my dressing habit that is). Purged a few times over the years. But that's about it.
While some may think that's the cause of my CDing, from a younge age I just felt happy being a girl sometimes, as I do to this day.
CDing for me.. Hmmm, think it was something I was just born with :)
Did anyone feminize me? Yep. God did. I just wish he'd gone further with the process. This halfway house I've been living in all my life really isn't satisfactory. Maybe I'll get to be a female angel up in heaven.
Surprisingly I hardly share my crossdressing with anyone but my closest entourage. It's always been my frilly batcave of sorts.
No one helped me along, I was naturally drawn to dressing. I first started dressing my GI Joes in my sister's Barbie dresses, thought about how it would feel to get dressed myself and then things took off!
The teacher that cast me as an Ugly Sister in Cinderella in a Christmas pantomine when I was about 9 years old. It was her clothes I had to wear and she was quite young and dressed trendily as it was the swinging sixties!
Love Dawn
When I was about 7 we went skiing and my mom forced me to wear a pair of her tights under my snow pants for warmth. I was embarrassed and openly protested, but secretly I enjoyed the feeling quite a bit. When the trip was over, I kept sneaking into the laundry basket to put the tights back on. Nothing sexual, just really liked the feeling. Later added some of my little sisters frilly skirts and eventually started sneaking some of my mom's clothes out of her closet.
Sad thing is that years later, when my mom caught me crossdressing she was VERY upset. Little did she know that she was the one who got me started...
No one started me dressing, I'm a self made girl! I didn't need anyone, except to put girls clothing where I could get to it. I started dressing at around 6 years old, because I found access to my older sisters wardrobe.
Tina B.
My mother dressed me in girls clothes about four or five years old. She sewed dresses and sold them to ladies who had daughters the same size as I was. Then she would have me put on a dress. Mother made me stand on a chair and model the dresses for the neighbor ladies and their daughters. Dresses was similar to this. Don't remember if I wore socks like those or girls panties then, a long time ago. ;)
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I wasn't feminized as others have described but I do remember one particular incident that I think was my "trigger".
I was about six years old. As children, the kids in our street often played games in large groups. There was one time that I remember when about twelve of us were playing hide and seek. I remember running and hiding in my parents garage with one of my friends Rebecca, who lived a few doors down from us. I can’t remember the exact details of how it happened but, while we were hiding, Rebecca insisted that she dress me in her cardigan. I can still recall to this day the intense feelings of excitement and fear that I had when she was doing this to me. I think I was excited because I really liked Rebecca, she was one of my best friends, and I enjoyed her attention. Also I think the fear was borne out of doing something (wearing a girl’s cardigan) that was somehow “forbidden” and also the fear of getting caught. We could have been found at any minute. All I know is that after this event, my desire to want to dress up grew stronger and stronger I still love to wear feminine cardigans today.
I self feminized myself, with help from my eyes, ears, and nose! Sweet powers of observation!
Well, it was my mother's and sister's fault. My Mum had silk stockings and panty girdle in her bedroom draw and my sister had nice panties and dresses. I just happened to find them and, at age 7 or 8, loved how they felt. So not my fault - they should have locked their cupboards. Pitty about the zipper getting stuck once and my sister having to rescue me. Now that WAS embarrassing.
Did it myself also. Don't remember much from my very young years I do remember seeing mums and sis things around a lot. Sometime in my early teens I wanted to go out in one of my sis frilly dresses. Thought about going to the school Halloween party but was afraid of being harassed. But I did go out in the evening. My mom was very good and dressed me at my request. (OK maybe it was my mom's fault for helping me) I know I totally passed that night because of an embarrassing encounter with a neighbour. (her embarrassment not mine) I don't remember thinking much about it after that but I do recall the feelings I had being very similar to those I experienced when I finally started dressing in earnest.
AnitaH
When I was maybe 3 all the girl relatives put makeup on me etc. My mother put me in panties at about 4 or 5 and I wa hooked. I was left alone with my sister whem my mother worked and dressed from an early age.
Annabelle, what an interesting answer and makes me think about it in even greater detail.One never knows truly how this started with people like us,you may be right........? I am pretty well left speechless here so ,I'll give you points on originality? maybe lol,but I definitely agree with your halfway house statement.
Hugs V xoxo:)
sorry its wordy -
As a very small, frail child, I remember several times my mom having me wear my sisters night flannel gowns when it would be very cold out. I remember seeing Christmas movies from when I was 6 and in the first few moments my sister and I are walking into the living room, both in long lace and flannel gowns then the images stop and the next time I'm on camera I'm in a long blue robe covering (hiding) the gown. I have also seen movies of me playing in the back yard with my toys wearing a white top with Peter Pan collar and yellow short-alls.
The push over the edge was when I was 10 and stayed at my Aunts for 3 weeks. Mom and dad dropped me off on they're way out of town and hours later it was discovered my suitcase was still in the trunk. I wanted to play in my Aunts pool but the only swimsuit available was a one or 2 piece so I chose the 2 piece and only put on the bottoms. They were obviously bikini and obviously a girls and my Aunt said that she had way to many people coming to her home for someone to think she let little girls run around half naked so I had to wear the top as well. I Wore my cousins clothes and that bikini (and several others) for the next 3 weeks. I was hooked.
My Halloween story - That same year, for Halloween I convinced my mom to let me dress as a girl. I had been bugging her relentlessly for the 2 months post my time with my Aunt for girls clothes and finally got a pair of panties from of her. Well, she relented and I wore my sisters long-sleeved maroon velvet minidress with her black go-go boots, a white slip, one of her old white padded training bras and "my" panties but she bought me a pair of nude pantyhose! Also from somewhere she came up with a black wig that fell to my butt and she did my makeup - complete (foundation, eye shadow, blush, mascara and shaped my eyebrows). I think in part she wanted me to be unrecognizable so she wouldn't be embarrassed but also by doing my eyebrows hoped I'd be embarrassed afterwords - I wasn't. We did the trick-or-treat thing then I had a party to go to at an old neighbor's house. I hadn't planned on going "dressed" but mom said she had no cold cream to remove the makeup so I'd just have to go as I was. I think that was when I decided I really liked being a girl. When I was at my Aunts, "Jennifer" was born and I was her for 3 weeks and no one knew the difference (that I wasn't a girl). But with my friends, I was "me" and was accepted. Now I know that it being Halloween had everything (probably) to do with it, but I was the only "girl" there out of several pirates, Superman's and other "boy" Halloween costumes. Plus, I wasn't just a boy in a dress, I looked completely like a girl...like a girl who had chosen to be there and NOT in a Halloween costume. I loved how I felt and how I was treated. I had to sleep in my makeup that night when I got home and I slept in the bra, slip and my panties (much to the chagrin of my mom the next morning when she woke me). It was mid-afternoon before mom "found" her cold cream and removed my makeup. It took months before my eyebrows were "normal" again but I got only one comment about having "girlie eyes" the first day back at school (from the class bully) but nothing more was said after that first day...and due to the eyebrows I was continually mistaken for a girl for quite some time, I loved it.
Jenn
No, I honestly "lucked" in to all of this excitement and glamour. :daydreaming:
But if Sophia Vergara is looking for the job, I can have my bags packed within the hour! :D
My sister's clothes were an accessory to my early crossdrressing crimes. And her accessories, too. But my sister never knew it. Fortunately for me, my sister and I were the same size through many teen years. Then I had to get my own stuff.
I experienced a “trigger” moment when I was eight and visiting my maternal grandparents. I had left behind the suitcase my mom had packed for me, therefore no change of clothes. That evening my grandmother called me into their bedroom and proceeded to hold a pink sheer nightgown up against my shoulders. I blushed furiously while she laughed, adding that I needed something to wear while my clothes were being washed for the next day. I protested and was given a t-shirt to sleep in instead.
I had trouble falling asleep that night, thinking about what had been offered to me. I do vividly recall thinking I would’ve worn the nightie had my grandfather not been there with an opportunity to see me. Between the awkwardness of that moment and the fact I had no change of clothes, I asked to be taken home the next morning.
Within a year or two I began experimenting on my own with my older sister’s clothes. I’m not suggesting that the incident with my grandmother got me started, as looking back now I know from very early on I had an interest in expressing my feminine side. I have wondered if she had sensed that about me or was it simply a case of harmless teasing. And yes, a few years later I did try on that nightgown.
I just remember my older sister and her friend dresses me up as a girl for holoween a few times. I guess that how I got started
Yeah-get in line Deb
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Originally Posted by Debglam
I started on the road by myself but when I was 18 a group of girls needed another girl in the group.
I became that girl on a casual basis.
What a great time I had as an 18 to 20 year old girl.