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My mother was an incredibly successful executive and a dominant women. She was and is a great mother, dressed very well, very business like. i do think the reason i dress has something to do with her.......
i have been lucky enough to be a fairly successful in business have alot of people working for me......however i like nothing better than being dressed and made to be the secretary for my wife now....... think this is because of my mother....atleast that is who i blame:D
I posted this before, but it seems appropriate for this thread.
My mother is now 79 years old and lives in a house my wife and I bought for her that is two doors down from us.
She is still a wonderful lady, getting older and just got her 25 year pin from AA. When I was growing up, I never knew she drank, just thought that everyone occasionally found their mother passed out at the kitchen table with a half empty bottle of scotch. I'm much better now, thank you. :heehee:
I was around 9 years old.
My 15 year old cousin had moved in with us. It was a sad story, her mother had died, her father remarried, the typical wicked step mother, car wreck, her father died and the step mother went into a nursing home.
Somehow in my 9 year old mind, I thought she (the cousin) was getting favorable treatment from my parents. I wanted to get the same kind of treatment.
For some reason I thought if I wore her clothes, my parents and grandparents would shower me with affection also.
I put on a pair of her yellow big panties (this was about 1958) and a pair of her side zip jeans. Nobody even noticed. (In retrospect I don't see how they could not have known, but they didn't say anything to me at the time.)
One time when my parents went on a trip and the cousin was in charge of us. She was downstairs reading a book. I got on a pair of her panties and crawled into her bed. (In our house it was scandalous to sleep in anything but pajamas or a nightgown.)
The cousin came upstairs and turned on the light in her bedroom and saw me in her bed. I feigned being asleep. She came over and ever so gently lifted up the covers and saw me in her panties. The covers came back down, she turned out the light and went and got into my bed.
After a while, I went into my bedroom in just her panties. She was in my bed reading a book. I told her I was scared and wanted someone to hold me. She looked at me and told me to go back to bed and hold myself.
The episode was never mentioned again.
She eventually went away to college.
Fast forward about 5 or 6 years. I had developed a bedwetting problem. Wet beds and wet sheets were a real bummer.
My father insisted I was just to d*** lazy to get out of the bed to go to the bathroom. Lots of tears, spankings and wet pajamas. My mother eventually bought me several pairs of 'stay dry' incontinent pants that I was to wear under my pajamas. I was both embarassed and excited about them at the same time.
My father had remodeled our basement and turned it into a bedroom. I was down there by myself, had a tv and radio and my school desk where I did my homework.
I had progressed to buying my own panties by this time.---this was before walmart and kmart. Went to Kresgee's or Woolworths to get them.
One night I was in bed in a just a pair of panties.
My mother came downstairs to kiss me goodnight. My pajamas were lying on my desk, along with some laundry she had told me to put away earlier in the day.
She told me to get out of bed and put away the laundry like she had told me to do. I told her no, could I do it in the morning, I was tired.
Mother insisted I do as she told me to do. Then she saw my pajamas and wanted to know why I didn't have them on and did I have on my 'protection' (That was our code word for the incontinent pants and diapers I wore to bed....we would NEVER call them by their real names, only by protection.)
Mother than told me to get out of bed right now. I refused. She reached down to pull my covers off of me and I blurted out, "Mom, I'm naked!"
She went over to my desk and picked up my pajama bottoms, gave them to me and told me put them on and put away the laundry.
I put the bottoms on over my panties while still under the covers and got out of bed and started to put away my laundry. She then insisted I wear protection to bed and I was always to wear protection and pajamas to bed. Nice people didn't sleep without pajamas.
She then swatted my butt. She must have been able to tell I had something on under my pajamas because she pulled out the waistband and asked me what I was wearing.
I started crying. I told her it wasn't fair, I hated wearing protection, I hated having to wear big white briefs (JC Penny double seats--wish I had some now..she bought them for me) that looked like diapers, I hated wearing diapers to bed and I liked how these underpants felt. I told her I had bought them thinking they were boy's bikini underpants.
She hugged me and said she understood how I felt. But until I outgrew the bedwetting it was so much easier on her to have me wear protection. It was too much trouble to have to laundry everyday--we didn't have a dryer- and to wipe my face and put on my protection and go to bed.
And she stood there. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I was too embarassed to pull of my pajama pants and have my mother see me in panties. I had only occasionally put on my protection in front of her, never in front of my father.
Finally I said the heck with it, sat on the bed and took of my pajama bottoms. I then walked over to my desk in my panties and turned my back, took off the panties and pulled on my protection.
This was very exciting to me and I didn't know why.
I started to get back into bed and my mother asked if I was forgetting something. I started to put on the pajama bottoms. No, my mother said, finish putting away the laundry.
I put away the laundry in my chest of drawers just wearing my protection. I was so embarassed and excited at the same time and didn't know why.
When I was done, my mother came over and kissed me and said, 'don't forget your pajamas." and went out the door and turned out the light.
Oh man, I knew I was in trouble. Not only was I a bedwetter, but my Mom had found out I wear panties. And she was probably going to tell my dad. I worried about that until I fell asleep. I think I cried myself to sleep that night. I wished I had on panties instead of protection.
The next day when I got home from school, I was in my basement room lying on my bed watching TV. My mom came downstairs with a bag from Sears.
She sat on my bed and said she loved me and was so proud of me for being a nice young man. She told me she was sorry that I struggled so much. She knew I was a good kid. Things will get better she said. Then, as she leaned over and hugged me, she said, "I understand boys need their privacy," and handed me the bag. "These are for you", she said.
Somehow I knew I had the upper hand. I just laid there and didn't return her hug or take the bag. She got up, left the bag on my bed, said supper will be ready when your father gets home and went upstairs. At the top of the stairs, she turned and said to me, "I am not going to mention this to your father."
After a while, I looked in the bag. There was a package of panties from Sear's. Three pair, blue, yellow and white.
My Mom wasn't in any way an influence on my crossdressing. She did have couple of clothing items that I was crazy about. I can't remember ever identifying with my Mom more than with my Dad. I think that my brothers and my sister and I had the right amount of masculine and effeminate influences in our lives. There were times when I was growing up that I thought of my Mom as kind of a well intentioned nuicanse. She did all the usual nervous parent stuff like trying to control who we hung out with and how late we stayed out at night. It's funny how a person's mind will play tricks on them. I'll fess up that I had a great deal of affection for my parents. But much of the time I thought of them as a pain in the ass.
I never thought of my mother as good looking. I mean all CD/TG/TS folks are supposed to have a thing for their mother,right? But it's strange how your mind will playtricks on you. I was looking through some family snapshots of my Mom taken in the 60's and 70's and I was actually shocked! Mom was kind of a teardrop frames sunglasses and cigarette holder beauty with a bouffaint and zirconium oxide earrings. And this had never registered with me! So I've gotta say that I just don't think that anything in my relationship to my Mom had anything to do with my Crossdressing. I think my dressing could be something hormonal or neurological. Dad passed away years ago and Mom is real old. But she is in great shape and the doctor says she could live to be a hundred. she doesn't look like that way anymore but once in awhile I show a couple of those snapshots to people and they're very,very surprised.
My mother has had possibly a great (at least indirect) influence in my crossdresssing.
Certainly without being conscious of it.
She dressed me as a girl when a baby since she was proud of my long girlie hair. I was her preferred child (the last of 3), I had a temperament close to hers, and she probably wanted me (or appreciated me) at her image. She had some repressed hostility against my father. From her conversation I understood that men were not OK , especially sexually, so I was more inclined to want to be a girl to be more like my loved mother and to avoid to become later such a bad man.
In fact, my father was a man acting great and a fantastic father too.
Both my parents were great as people and as parents as well, even if they have sometimes made obvious mistakes, just like everybody do.
I am very proud to have had such parents.
Moreover, I had certainly some prominent feminine traits as a child and teenager. Maybe those traits have inconsciously influenced my mother to act with me as with a girl. So maybe my mother has had no real influence at all in my crossdressing.Nobody will know.
I have been tempted to become later a TS, when I was a teenager.
Around age 15-16, I recognized I was a male, and decided to live a male life.
I don't regret that wise decision.
Hugs
Nadia
My mother died suddenly when I was 15. One day, I found some of her clothes -- mainly nylons -- stored in the attic and began to use them.
It all took off from there, although there were earlier events, none were as important.
Julie
I like the this thread ,in my own experience my mom's clothes were handy but nothing special she was a farmers wife working right along side dad.
I've always loved the feel of satin next to my skin, I liked blankets with the satin trim when I was little. That just sort of grew into other things minimal
body hair until I was in my 30s and other body issues lead to me expermenting
when I was younger.
Yes my mother was a strong influence. She would dress my young uncle up in her clothes, though I can't say that she actually dressed me (poor, poor memory). The memory of my uncle is fairly clear though, probably because we have pictures. I was the 3rd child and 3rd son, but she really wanted a daughter. She finally got her wish and I had 2 younger sisters. My mom was dominant and would talk about how only women were responsible...
My mother did not directly influence my being transgender other than whatever happened in the womb. I have a theory though that maybe she ate too many pizzas during our pregnancy. Her influence was more from the standpoint that I admired her strength, talent, abilities, and style. I find myself trying to emulate her to this day. She was my mom what else can I say?
my mother had a great influence on me wanting to dress. she was smart, pretty, loving, caring and fashionably up to date. i think my desires come from wanting to be that type of person. also she taught me how to cook. thats what got me a wife!!! hee hee, now my wife loves it when i cook in heels!!!
No, my mother didn't have anything to do with my crossdressing, but...when I look at some photos of myself I suddenly realize that I look a lot like her!!!!
My first Cd experience was wearing my moms pantyhose.....
SandyR
None. I can't prove it, But I think I was born this way
Hugs,
Melissa:happy:.
I don't think my mother was much of an influence in my crossing.
She was only 4'10". By the time I started I couldn't fit into any of her stuff. I just like the feel of women's clothing better.
Other than whatever happened in the womb, and trying her clothes when I was 10, I have no idea if she did or not.
I know she didn't dress me as a girl, like she did my youngest brother (which I didn't know about until last year).
But, I have no recall as to how we related when I was very young. I was middle one of three boys (born '54, '55 and '56) until I was 6, then we had another brother, and a couple of years later, another brother.
My mom told me that, with each pregnancy, she never expected to give birth to a daughter. She never had a girls name picked out for any of us. Maybe one reason she accepts my CDing.
About the most I remember of my younger days was doing boyish activities, running, climbing trees, playing Tarzan in the trees, catching snakes, lizards and other bugs, etc. And she didn't hesitate to use a switch for punishment, so she wasn't the over motherly type.
I am the youngest of a large family,(my siblings are all female) And so as I was brought up in a predominately female enviroment it always seemed perfectly natural to me to wear a skirt or a dress. My Mother whilst seeming to be a bit bemused at my crossdressing was always supportive as were my sisters. I really couldn't think of a better family or situation to be born into if you are a crossdressser
My mother was a petite American born Sicialian who was raised with strict moral standards. She did her best to pass those standards down to my siblings and me. In my family, there were seven kids, five girls and two boys. I was the first born son after three girls which makes me the middle child of the seven. My mom tried to instill her morals into us by sending us to parochial school and weekly worship at church every Sunday. My dad also had a hand in our moral upbringing, but mom's influence was the strongest.
As I have stated in numerous other threads I was introduced to crossdressing when a cousin dared me to wear a dress and panties. He would always up the ante as the dares became more bold. Before that dare, I had never tried wearing anything of my mother's or any other female. When my cousin dared me, we were in the attic of the duplex house the two families shared. My cousin left the room while I changed clothes, and waited outside the room until iI called him back in.
From the moment I slipped on the panties, I was hooked. I loved the silky feel against my skin, and in the mirror, I liked the way the dress looked on me. Even though I was scared to be seen in the dress (because I knew my cousin would tease me relentlessly) I enjoyed the way it flowed over my body. After that first encounter, I would experiment with my sisters' clothes, borrowing panties from their dresser drawers and dresses and skirts from their closet. My mom never caught me wearing anything but she did find evidence, and would give me a good scolding.
When I was 15 my second sister met an untimely death from a freak accident and I wore her clothes in my grief for her. During my teens, I started dressing as often as I could but I was never influenced by my mother to do so. My dressing was my own doing, something that I enjoyed in silence. My mother suspected that there was something peculiar and would warn me to not "fool around".
I'm alone now and not subjected to anybody's influnce but my own, and I am enjoying dressing any time I want and not answer to anybody. So to answer the original question, no my mother didn't encourage my dressing in any way.
Luv and :hugs: Jill
Nature or nurture? Both in my case I believe. I think truely I was born the way I am.
However that being said, my environment not only at home, but where I grew up untill I was 8 had to have a big effect on who I am as well.As to Mom, she worked nights in Rudy's Dress Shop in Sheepshead Bay. Dad worked days. Only saw him for dinner and an hour or 2 before it was time for me to go to bed. Working in a dress shop, my Mom had to and did look great. I remember watching her get ready to to work. After a shower, she would put on panties and a bra then open the door to air it out of the steam. The bathroom was the only place of privacy as tyhe apartmart was open plan, and my parents and I shared the one large bedroom. So, I got to see her get dressed, and put on her makeup everyday. Until I was in the first grade I spent 99% of my time with her. At the age of 3 I started to clop around in her heelswhich she thought was cute. What i learned at that young age was from her. My Dad, when I was around him was pretty clueless about parenting he was abused, and left to himself as a child. We couldn't connect even when I got older. He loved sports and I couldn't care. The only thing we had in common was a love of cars. Don't get me wrong, he tried hard, and I know he loved me in his own way, and I him.
I also, at that same time, was living in a neighborhood that didn't didn't have any boys my age close. All of my playmates on the block my age were girls. I played house instead of stickball. It was also when I first crossed dressed. One of friends and I would swap clothes.I loved it. Scared we would get caught, never happened though.
Nature or nurture? Yes.
Love and xxxx, Lily
Maybe. I'm not really sure. My mom was nutty and excentric... that being said I grew up mostly around all women. There were 4 women in my household (all older and extended family) and only 1 male, my grandpappy. So, maybe just maybe I had a little bit of an influence by the women that I was constantly surrounded by and looked up to. I would have to do a deep psycho analysis and professional consultation to even come to an estimated conclusion about all that.
As a child about 4 years old, I thought I was being good most of the time. Mother thought differently about my behavior and punished me by forcing me to wear frilly aprons while doing housework. She insisted I wear my older sisters dicarded short dresses, full length slip, white lacy socks, black shiny shoes, and silky lacy little girl panties. Demanding I learn how to do all the housework consisting of polishing furniture, vacuuming, laundry, washing-drying dishes, scrubbing floors, and ironing to name a few, I always had to be dressed as a little girl with a frilly apron. She called me her "little sissy maid". Each of these chores were inspected and approved by her, or done over and over until it passed her white glove test. I had little time to play - mostly cleaning, school, and homework. Every year was worse than the previous year until I was a midteenager. If I refused to wear or do whatever she demanded (and I did sometimes), I was severely beaten, given more chores to do and had to act as a girl, wearing feminine clothes for a longer time. For me it was many years of deep humiliation and very little self worth. Maybe this is why I dress today.
Chari
My mom was a striking American Indian Beauty, in her youth.
I first remember meeting her (I was a foster kid) when I was about 9 or so. She had already "Let herself go" for reasons complex, emotional, and deeply saddening.
In the years she was gone, I yearned for her, and, in my teens, I saw a gorgeous picture of her....
While, her brilliance, and spiritual beauty is eternal. I never lived with her, and never knew her as the visually beautiful woman she was created to be.
I feel like Roberta is, in part, a tribute to the beautiful mother I have, recreating the energy of her youthful beauty. I feel connected to that woman of so beautiful in so many dimensions...
:rose: Roberta :rose:
My memories of my mother, from my childhood: I was very close to her, and distinctly remember wanting be like her and thinking that I would grow up to be like her and own beautiful dresses like she had. My father was distant, and my memories of him from that time in my life are either indifferent or negative. My mother at least tolerated me dressing up in her clothes, and occasionally participated.
So I guess that would be a "Yes" for me.
Carol
My mother's influence was mainly how she treated me, as someone else annotated "she always wanted (me as) a girl" and told several relatives and other people that. Having six brothers, I was the one learning how to cook, clean, sew, etc., even though I have two older sisters. The dressing part was my older sister, the younger of the two. I admired her on every part, I wanted to look and be just like her. So in private, I was dressing in her things. I never liked anything my mom had.
No my mother I emulated but she had nothing to do with it My sister however was a great support and encouragement
I'm soooo glad you all had such loving relationships with your mothers and that she is still alive to this day.:mad:
I grew up among women, as a matter of fact, my mother's side of the family, was mostly female.
When I was born everyone was kind of jealous because I was the first "male" in a long line of females, in any case, that didn't stop my mother and my grandmother from trying women's clothing on me. I even have pictures of me wearing a babydoll when I was five! But I don't blame my mom, she is the best mom ever, my HS buddies unanimously agreed on that lol.