Did Anyone Feminize You?

At age 4, it was my tyrant mother who controlled all my time and demanded I become her feminized "little sissy maid". From then on I had to learn to do all the house work, change the bedding, do laundry, washing/drying dishes, scrubbing the bathroom, etc. She always dressed me in my older sisters hand me down clothes before I could start any chore! Each chore I did was white glove inspected by mother, and if it was not to her standards I would get beaten and be forced to wear more girly items, including panties, slips, little heeled MJs, makeup, nail polish, and behave as a good little girl "because I was a very bad boy". She would humiliate me saying "you'll make some one a very good wife someday". This ritual went on 'til my mid teen years when I realized not all bad boys are petticoated.

Home alone a lot when younger. My mother was a dance teacher, so there were all sorts of stocking, garters, panties, etc and leotards to choose from. I got to the point where every day she would be at the studio until late, and I could indulge my desires for several hours at a time daily.

I used to go through my moms dressers and try on her stockings.There was a boy in my neighborhood i would play show me games with...lol.It would start out with some strip poker and then innocent "mutual" fondeling(okay,im an easy date...(; ).Since he was a few years older than me i guess i became gradually submissive learning from or being directed by him,my feminine side thankfully flourished.Those were pleasent memories, and i wont ever regret being wanted sexually during my preteen years........thank you........gerry

at 11 a guy seduced me and as part of it dressed me up in my sister's clothes and be his girl to play

I had an ex that was bi, but prob more into girls, and she dressed me up one time. It was so much fun!

Well, it all started when my mom bought me a pair of white cotton boys underwear with a yellow nylon front panel with the fly included. The front panel had cute little lions and tigers and bear prints on it. I couldn't keep my hands out of my pants. I loved the feel of the nylon on my underpants and was always rubbing it. About the same time in kindergarten in winter we were poor and could't afford to buy new boys long underwear so we wore hand me down girls long brown cotton stockings held up by a form of garter belt that went over our shoulders to hold up. At cub scout age I discovered my sisters white sheer panties with a cute little heart on one side. I wore these to the evening scouts meetings, was so scared I would be caught but so excited also. Mom alway found me bright blue and green corduroy pants that were kind of girly to wear to school and in seventh grade made me a pair of underpants out of a red floral pattern cloth. By this time I had already found mom's unders drawer, bras, panties, stocking, girdles, etc.. then I took up baby sitting for friends and found their clothes. OHHH My. SIGH !!!

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But when I was 7, my mom and her tennis friend played tennis while me and mom's friend's 6 year old daughter romped around in the back our 1970 Chevy Kingswood station wagon. Big big car. God bless the 1970's..... that era ruled!

We kids switched underwear while our moms were playing on the tennis court. Pretty messed up, eh?
All I know is I wanted to dress like a girl. That was my ulterior intention. Feminizing me is like trying to force a fish to swim.

Just the girl in my head that has been trying to get out.

My wife introduced me.

Quite the contrary, I was into hunting, fishing, Football and Basketball although my mom's sister did all those things except play Football, I have no doubt she could have excelled in that game too.
I spent a lot of time with my mom, she got me started into Basketball and Football. Seeing her nude compared to my dad naked, I knew exactly who I wanted to look like down there and whose underpants I wanted to wear!

I was not supported in any way. My parents nor my sister would have approved of me as a girl.

There was a trigger though. When I was about 10, I had finally gotten a room all to myself. As a child this is a big step. I had my own dresser with my clothes but my older sister had a lot of old clothes that were given away and she kept her older stuff in my room, in a draw of my dresser. I never touched her clothes up until I was 12. Heck, It was non existent. My sister was 6 years older, thus she was 16 and I was 10. We lived in a small house, but my room was slightly isolated relative to the other rooms. When I was 12, I started to notice girls and having all of my sisters clothing let me inspect what they wore. Skirts, dresses, bras, and cute little panties. Once I started CDing this draw set me up. I remember a distinct pair of panties that was purple with a blow in the middle top. These became my favourites and I would sleep in them a lot during my teen years. A few years later, everything in the draw went but by then I already had my own.

Other interesting occurrence was in high school. I was with a girl for about 8 months. It was one of my first relationships where It was sexual. Anyways, one time I had a girl over after school and we were discussing double standards in our high school dress code where males aren't allowed to wear the skirts but females can wear the males shorts(we had a uniform). The uniform for females was feminine and empowering. White blouse and a plaid skirt around knee length and you were allowed to wear long socks in the winter. She thought I had the legs for a skirt and after pushing me onto it as I pretended to refuse I wore her skirt with the socks. Didn't get to the blouse. She thought it was sexy and gave me a lesson on how to sit properly. It was quiet an experience. However it lasted about 20 minutes and we never spoke about it again.

Me my mom and stepdad

my mom would tell me to put my sisters panties on when i was small.my stepdad forced me to dress and sit in front of our house atabout ten. but i met a girl and her mom tehy dressed me and put perfume on me we played for hours . still look for that feeling of love and accetance have not found it but its ok

Oh yes, I got a lot of help from my mother. She reminded me frequently that I was supposed to have been a girl. Anyway, she made dresses at home, a home business and specilised in doing complete weddings. There were always bridal gowns and bridesmaid dresses around that she was working on. Just so she could see how the dresses hung on a body she'd often ask me to put them on while she worked on te dresses, get me to walk in them etc. I must have worn 20 different bridal gowns in my life and innumerable bridesmaid dresses.

One day I was test driving a bridal gown for her when my parents got a bit silly. I would have been 13 or 14 at the time. We added the veil, got me some flowers, padded the bra and my father pretended to lead his "daughter" down the aisle. Suddnely my mother got upset and insisted I take it off. Years later I found out why, she realised that I looked better in the dress than the woman she was building it for.

Hannah

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Originally Posted by Marlana

When I was little, my mom let me put make-up and lipstick on. In my teen years, curiosity and obsession took over.

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That's basically what happened with me. It was never forced or anything. But I remember being drawn to the bright color of lipstick (the early eighties were a good time for that :) ), and asking her to put it on me. This had to be around age 4 or 5 - very early memories. As someone else said... it flipped a switch in me.

Ironically enough, my mom is hyper-conservative, and would never, ever condone the road I've traveled down. If only she knew what became of that innocent kid stuff.

Every now and then, I see situations where a young kid does these same sort of things, and I wonder what the end result will be. For example, I know a couple where the 2 or 3 year old boy always wants his toenails painted when his sister has them done. His mom obliges, and his dad freaks out. I do wonder... could it be a sign of things to come? Will that switch be flipped in him too? Or will it all fade into nothing? The human mind is a funny thing like that...

My sister used to dress me up when we played dolls so I could be one of the "moms." I had to be the dad sometimes, too. But since our dad was always drunk or in the slammer, dads weren't considered a necessity or even desirable.

I remember two of my aunts dressing me in their high heels, and hats, and long beaded necklaces. I think I was about 3 or 4. That was fun. When I was around 5, the same aunt would say to me, "you're a girl", only to hear me protest back, "I'm NOT a GRIL [sic]!" She thought it was cute to hear me mis-pronounce the word by saying "gril", and I acted embarassed, but I really enjoyed the attention, and kind of wished I WAS a gril!

I also had a couple of girl cousins, who I would be jealous of when we all got dressed up to go out as families. They got to wear pretty dresses, and cute white stockings, and shiny mary jane shoes, and put bows and ribbons in the long hair. That looked very fun and I remember thinking and wondering how "special" it must feel to dress like that. I also have a vague recollection of my mom wishing she had had a girl. I was her second son.

Another great early memory was the jar of "Happy Face" facial cleanser that my mom had on the bathroom shelf. It had a drawing of a cute girly face on the label, and I would wash my face with it, whenever I had been crying. I thought it would automatically wash away my tears and help me "put on a happy face", as the slogan went. It smelled so fresh and girlie, and would always put me in a better mood. Wonder why?

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Hi Victoria, I remember playing dolls with my neighbor at an early age, she was an older woman who never had kids of her own, my mother was probably glad to get a break from me for a few hours. than in 2nd grade my friend and I played the ugly sisters in a Cinderella play. The next time I dressed when I was 17 a few times then stopped until a few months ago at age 67. Check out my homepage link on my profile page to see if I've made up any for lost time.Thanks and Hugs Jaymee

HI Jaymees,

yes you have certainly made up for lost time and I would definitely purchase Real Estate from a classy sassy mature women as yourself!

You look great with a modern stylish sense of dressing!

Hugs Victoria xoxo

No one feminized me. My sister thought it was cute, when at the age of 8 I wore her black knee length boots (up to the top of my thigh), bangles over my ears for earrings and handbag. That was the only time anyone saw me crossdressed until I was 26, as after that I did it in secret.