oh yeah! beyond a shadow of a doubt! she found o9ne of her half slips in the bathroom garbage can where id hid itwhen i thought someone was coming in and forgot to put it back where it belonged. boy, did the fertilizer hit the fan!
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oh yeah! beyond a shadow of a doubt! she found o9ne of her half slips in the bathroom garbage can where id hid itwhen i thought someone was coming in and forgot to put it back where it belonged. boy, did the fertilizer hit the fan!
My mom never knew, but I sure wish I would have had some sisters. It would have been nice to have more clothes to choose from.
Both my mom and my sister knew. I used to "borrow" my sisters slips all the time. It was around 1970. My sister was in high school and wore slips under her skirts. Then as I got older, I started wearing my moms stuff. She nor my sister ever said anything about it until I was about 15. My father never knew. I would have known if he did.....with a major ass beating.
I still love to raid mothers closet&dress in her wardrobe,especially her shortQuote:
Originally Posted by Katie Ellen
skirtsuits.I usually pick out one of her silk blouses&slip into suntan pantyhose,ordered
out of mothers womens catalogs,and dress up in one of mothers outfits&stay
dressed for about an hour,walking through the house,in heels
I'm sure my mother new - did not have good hiding places and several times she recovered her bras! In those days, late 50's in the UK, she must have been shocked as crossdressing was not mentioned.
Love Fran.
Like most of us mine started with mothers clothing. Mostly for me, pantyhose, panties, silk slips and bras. I would wait untill all was quite in the house while mother was downstairs watching tv, get dressed for a short time then putting everything away. But one night while fully dressed I heard her coming upstairs, so I jumped under the covers in bed. Pretending to be asleep when she came into the room she gently tried to pull down the covers. I held on for dear life so she just walked out of the room. Oh,she knew but never said anything.:o
Definitely she knew as she was the one that dressed me in my older sisters clothes to be her "sissy maid" from age four to help her do her housekeeping. She is gone now, but the femm side she created lingers on.
Hugs, Chari
I'm sure my Mom knows, but what she thinks, I have no idea. When I was younger I took a pair of pantyhose and stuck them between a couple pairs of pants I had in my bedroom, just as a quickie hiding spot and I planned to wear them later (pantyhose that is). Afterwards when I went to my room my pantyhose was laying there and one of the pairs of jeans had been moved. Theres no way she didn't see the pantyhose. I thought she would say something but she never did. I figure if she didn't say anything, then she was ok with it or she didn't want to know what I was doing with pantyhose.
When I was a teen and started wearing panties and my mom wanted to do the wash, I would take my male underwear and scuff them up on the floor and clean the dust off my TV screen with them so they would look at least half dirty. LMAO. I think she knew I was putting clean undies in the wash. Really you don't get dust on your underwear unless you crawl around inside duct work in them or something. I'm sure she noticed something was up with that? mom's are pretty observant and notice the little stuff you think will go under the radar. :p
Seems like this should be a pretty straighforward question. There's no clear answer for me. I often wonder about it, but my Mom is no longer around to ask.
I had very long hair, which I loved. I couldn't have had that without her approval. She rolled my hair for special occasions when I was younger and eventually I rolled my hair just about every night. She always thought my roller-set hair was beautiful, as did I.
Beginning in the 9th grade she bought me a lot of girl's clothes for school. Slacks, jeans, shirts, and shoes. Most of these I was unaware they were girl's clothes. In the '70's there was very little difference in the most feminine looking clothes sold in the boys department and a lot of the clothes in the girls dept.. The platform heels I knew were girl's, but they were almost the same as those available for boys.
For the most part, I think the clothes were a matter of practicality. I was so skinny that it was nearly impossible to find boys clothes that fit. The girl's clothes looked pretty much the same as some of the boys, and they fit better. Same with the shoes. I wore like a size 7 men's shoe. Not easy to find in those days. Women's size 6 or 6-1/2 was easy.
I got very little thrill out of this back then. I didn't think anyone could tell I was wearing girl's clothes. I later found out I was wrong.
She bought me the first men's nylon underwear I/we ever saw. This was also about 9th grade. Black, electric blue, and red. I don't know what possessed her to do that except that she thought they were pretty. She later said, "I can buy 3 pairs of panties for what 1 pair of thes cost. There's really not that much differenceexcept they don't have a fly. Would you wear panties?" To which I answered, "Well, I guess. It's not like anybody's going to see them." She bought me a nail file and clear polish when I started wearing my nails long, and told me I better keep some polish on them or they were going to split or break of into the quick. She also gave me some concealer and foundation to wear to cover my acne. She didn't like the way the tinted Clearasil dried and cracked. She always referred to the Clerasil as my makeup, anyway.
So,obviously she knew I wore gir's clothes and had a feminine hairstyle. It seems incongruent to say that I don't think she knew I was a crossdresser or transvestite, but I don't think she did. I may be underestimating her, but this was back in the '70's, and I don't think she knew any of those terms or that she associated any of this with any kind of deeply rooted inner femininity. I don't know that I did either. We were both so ignorant of this stuff back then. If she had had access to all the information we have available today, she may have not allowed any of it. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
There were other times when I got caught with one thing or another, but these were pretty insignificant compared to the everyday stuff I was allowed. It seems really stupid tht at the time I never put the pieces of the puzzle together. I didn't ever realize there was a puzzle! I don't think she did either.
Hello Dear Girls,
I think of it sometimes also... My mom is very smart and i think she knew. may know that i have side lige this. But she have nothing mention.. so at the moment i let it be like this way...
Kisses My sweet girls,
Yes, she Knew. She dressed me as a girl for a school halowwenn party when I was 11. When I asked her if I could be a girl from then on, I am sure she regretted it.
I am very confident that my mother knew, because she caught me in the act more than once. Even worse, when I was four, the whole family caught me sleeping in one of my sister's skirts. That didn't go over so well, and I eventually learned how to keep my interests private. Everybody but my mom seemed to think that I had grown out of it, but the opposite was true.
If my mother knew she would have killed me.
:sad:
I think so. But she never approached me verbally on the subject of me wearing her things. I would take her panties out of the hamper most nights to bed with me, and often enought also out of her panty drawer. I was always careful, but I know I would occasionally leave telltale signs. One night she took a load of clothes out of the drier and placed them on the night table beside me while saying goodnight. All of those clothes were there all night, and I could not resist finding panties buried within and playing with them that night. I think she did this just to comfirm her suspicions about me wearing her panties but I will never know for sure. I wish I would have discussed this with her, but I never did and cannot now. She passed away in her 40's. A lovely woman and a great Mom.
Yes, my Mom caught me once. Came home sooner than expected. She didn't say anything then and hasn't said anything since.
I never got caught, I'm just not sure if my mom (or later my younger sister) could tell that their clothes had been touched.
I was very careful! I made note of everything I could. Things like which way things were folded or hung on a hanger.
I was very paranoid. This was the mid sixties. I was really afraid that I'd be put away or something.
We're creatures of habit. I basically know how I fold any of my things. I think I'd know and I was probably naive to think she didn't.
Only once did she make any kind of offer. I had strained a groin muscle. After complaining for a couple hours my mom asked if I'd like to wear one of her panty girdles to see if it helped. I didn't hesitate very long.
It was never talked about again. I did want her to know so that I could do more, but I wasn't as lucky as some of you.
I still wonder though.
I was fairly careful to put things back but I did get caught once.
Gave it the old, "I was just fooling around" excuse but as I look
back, she let it drop far too easy given her general disposition.
Some other small things as I was growing up too. She has been
gone for 6 years now and I never got the courage to ask her but
I think that she knew and just accepted it because she loved me.
That's what mothers are all about. So days I really miss her and
whish she was around to talk to now that I have made peace
with my dressing.
Jackie
Mom knew.
Like so many at age 9 I started sneaking into my mother's room to wear her panties, stackings, garters, girdles, and slips. I never tried her outer clothes. It was a super thrill. I tried, always to put everything back just as she had it but there was no way I did. No 9 year old can.
Later, I started taking items from her dresser and not putting them back. I had in my drresser at least one pair each of a slip, stockings, garter and panties. My mother had to know even if she didn't miss the items from her stuff cause she did the laundry and put everything away including into my dresser. The stuff was not very well "hidden" that's for sure.
I did this right up until I left home. She never said a word, she never took the lingerie back and I dressed up in the privacy of my room. I felt so sexy then!!!
Yeah, I'm sure she knew. I'm obsessive about hiding, but where do you think I got my obsessiveness? Yeah, I'm pretty sure she knew what was going on.
I didn't ever crossdress until I was in my 30s and had been out of Moms house for a while, but with her attitude, I believe she would not let me do as I wanted, as long as no one else knew. Mom lived a life of accepting everyone as they were, or wanted to be. As for telling my dad Mom would never reveral a confidence, no matter what it was, to any one, so no, she would not have told him, if she had known.
I'm not sure if she knew that I liked to wear panties, but.......
I had purchased a lot of mail order panties for my highschool girlfriend, and we split up before I could give them to her, so, I had them hidden in an old type writer case (locked) and hidden under my bed. After I went away to college, I gave them all to my college girlfriend.
So, she may have know that I possessed them, but she also knew that I gave them away to my girlfriend.
I think she did, Moms know lots of things they never tell us.
Yes..my mother new. But she never said anything to me directly, although maybe it would have been better if she had. She would always make remarks about crossdressers though. If she saw a CD on TV she would make comments like "If I were a man, I wouldn't be found dead dressed like that". She always said thing like that when given the opportunity. I never had the chance to explain myself.
My Mum knew I was a CDr from the word go and it didn't bother
her at all. She always seemed to be wryly amused at my antics
but there was never any negative reaction. She was very tolerant
and considering I was was brought up in the late 50's way ahead
of her time.
Thankyou Mum.
Oh my mother knew all right. I enjoyed wearing her satin slips and nightgowns ( she had such pretty ones) and her kid gloves. Try as I might, I could never fold them the right way when I put them back in her drawer. She took to writing little notes like "don't touch" and place them in her lingerie drawer, not that it ever stopped me. Strangely though, she never confronted me with it and we never talked about it.
My mom knew I wore her things. Just before I got too big to wear them, My grandpa walked in on me as I was sitting at my mom's vanity, wearing her bra, panties and a lacy full slip and putting on lipstick. It seemed that she had noticed her things were being moved,while she was at work, and had asked the grandparents to keep a lookout from across the alley where they lived. Grandma had seen me walk by the window and sent grandpa over to investigate. I got a really good spanking and talking to the next morning. Interestingly, it was explained to me that the spanking was for stealing her things, not for wearing them. I got the impression that I could wear dresses and skirts as long as they were my own. It wasn't long after that when I bought my first skirt.
I don't know for sure if my mom knew, but I always had the suspicion she did. She probably thought it was just a phase, and hoped I would grow out of it. I think as a kid, at one time I actually had more pairs of her panties then she did. I guess it never came to me that she would realize they were missing. She never said anything to me directly, but I remember one Halloween..at the last minute she had to put together a costume for me, to go to a church halloween party. I ended up, in one of her blouses, a wig, and some makeup. I always hoped she'd have taken it a bit farther. I was lucky, that as I grew up..I was actually the same size as her, so got to wear her things all the way through college. Just never got to show her the daughter she could have had.
Yes, my mother knew. She found some of my clothes in a box which I'd stored on top of my wardrobe whilst "cleaning up". We had a heart to heart and she said that she'd rather I stopped wearing women's clothes. I agreed, burnt everything and tried my best to tread the straight and narrow path or normality. It didn't last very long and once I'd left home I had the freedom to be me a lot more of the time.
The subject's not been raised since then (about 20 years ago). I'm sure that she wonders whether I stopped or not but she's never asked.
i think my mom suspected for a long time, she would make remarks when they would go out and leave me alone, like "no fooling around" or "behave yourself". i think my sisters might have suspected something too because i didn't always remember how a certain item was folded, and i would always put their slips away wrinkled. my mom thought i "outgrew" my fooling around, but i didn't hehe.
Jill
not a chance, but mom always said I was supposed to be a girl, and she had a name picked out for me and pink cloths.:D Hey that reminds me I'll have to ask her and maby I'll have a new name:shades:
Mine did not know, wish I had told her tho
When I was growing up in the 60s we had a storage closet where my mother would put things ready to discard or give away, including a lot of her old clothes, including bras and girdles. When I was alone in the house, this was my playground. I am sure I never put things back exactly as they were, but it did not matter that much. If she ever figured it out she never said anything. She was also the type unlikely to admit, even to herself, let alone my father, that anything was "different" about me. She was a great mother, but very old fashioned.
She has been gone for 10 years now, so I'll never get to ask.
1st..my mom wanted to have another daughter..That's why I got the name Ashly and I had to wear my older sis dresses until age 6. Around age 10 or so I discovered her slips (my sis slips didn't fit me until I was 15..) ..Well, in the beginning I had the same problem like JiFem described it ;)...so eventually my mom dedicated some to me.Quote:
Originally Posted by JiFem9ll
No question she knew that I wore her clothes as she would find them when I hid things. She sent me to be tested and that said "He is okay". I used to fully dress at 12 and take our dog for walks. There were questions about who was walking her.
At age 6 my mother in a pair of tights, when she was gone from the house and all alone I would wear her bra's and painty's. One time she even found me in bed at night time wearing one of her bra's, yes she knew but did not say any thing at all. She is still alive but I have not told her that I was still dressing up in woman things :)
Love,
Lile
Not sure...........yet. I, like so many others here used to borrow her things when growing up at home. I never heard a thing as to whether or not she ever noticed any of them out of place. If she did she kept it to herself. Now, later in life she recently discovered that I paint my fingernails on friday evenings and that I always were painted toenails (she just laughs about it). I have considered telling her more, though, at this point I don't think that there is any real useful purpose for doing so. That might change in a couple of weeks after my sister in-law arrives for her extended stay with us. I've decided to tell her about my dressing, since she is going to be staying with us for four months. She does have a tendancy to blab a bit and Mom lives right next door.......we'll see!
Dawn
Although she never came out and said anything about it she did find one of my sister skirts in my drawer and said " your sisters skirt is in your drawer again don't know how it got there but as far as I am concerned it can stay there" . She thought it was to short for sister to be wearing, guess it was alright for me though
Not sure if mine knew, but i remeber her showing me how to take care of my nails and hands, how to put on nail polish. :D
Yes, moms know.
cindi ann
My Mom about four years after I was divorced and back in the house for a short time, asked me years later, what was that huge bag of clothes shoes and boots under the bed. I pawned it off as my ex's but I think she knew better. Never ever discussed it again.
Hugs, Amanda
Oh she knew! The only problem is my parents are so conservative, they had no idea how to handle it so like typical dysfunctional parents, they simply attempted to make it go away. I can't even think of how many times I have purged... oh the wonderful outfits I have given away!!!
20+ years later and I am finally working past the guilt laden feelings associated with acting like the opposite sex of my birth.
Oh how my life would have changed if they responded differently when I said I wanted to be a girl! :p
I'm not sure whether mother knows,and I still go in her closet,every day,after sheQuote:
Originally Posted by Katie Ellen
leaves for work.I greatly enjoy dressing in her good wardrobe,my favorite is her short
skirtsuits,with a pair of suntan pantyhose,ordered out of mothers womens catalogs,
with one of her silk blouses&her black heels.Other times,I just like to reach in the
closet&pull out one of her short mini skirts&a top/w nylons&heels.I am fully dressed in
one of her outfits right now,sitting at this computer
Although I was always very careful as a child wearing her clothes I'm absolutely sure she knew.
I don't know whether she still thinks I dress but I guess she suspects.
My mother knew.
I really cant be sure if my mother knows. Like a lot of others, I thought I was very careful returning stuff when I was younger but no doubt wasnt as careful as I thought. I'm not sure if I want to find out if she knows anyway seeing as I live with my parents
I'm pretty sure she had the idea something was up, because I think my sister had told on me the few time she caught me wearing her dresses.
The fact that she caught me at age 10 hiding under the bed whilst wearing her clothes leads me to believe she may have had an idea that I was a bit different!!!
I didn't know back then how OBVIOUS it is that Pantyhose have been worn since being washed. So that alone let her know that somebody was probably getting into her drawer to borrow things.
The thing that really tipped the balance was when I found a few slips and a pair of panties I had as a teenager washed, folded and returned to my room along with the other laundry!! I never put them INTO the laundry basket (of course) so she must have found my 'stash' in my room and decided that things needed washing.
I never spoke to her about it, and am still tempted to come out to her at some point. She DOES know I wear a kilt and at one point made a comment along the lines of 'I don't know why men don't wear skirts anyway, they are much more comfortable'. I should have told her right then but got cold feet.
i know she knew. She walked in early and caught me in mer pantyhose and heels. Got me grounded from the swim team, but other than that she wasn't too bad about it.
I was never caught, but considering how much I wore her stuff, and that I was (while being as careful as possible) no less clumsy than most 12-year-old boys, it's hard to believe she didn't twig. I remember once when I was about 17 watching a television play with her about a transsexual, and just after the TS had come out his mother she said to me "I wouldn't be very pleased if I found you coming downstairs in a dress". I kind of took this to mean, "I'd rather not know", but I can't be sure, and I've no plans to ask.
Kisses,
Lucy