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.