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Very, very little like 3 or 4
Hi Everyone
I had to have started in grade schoool its such a blurr. Im 22 years of age
and Ive been doing this off and on but know its no turning back Its on forever. My mother was my ideal woman and still is I use to always watch her
put on her make up, I use to have to spend my saturdays in the hair and nail
salons. After the hair and nail salons we would spend the rest of the weekend shopping at the malls. I would wear her panies when she was away
from the house her bras would never fit because her breast were so big. So
I went out to the malls to get my own. My mom never knew I dont think but my step father use to go thru my stuff when I was away, so who knows.
I had left the CDing alone for about two years untill I met my girlfriend And we were the same size and she was allright with it after she caught me and know I just can't stop. I have my nose and bellybutton pierced, painted toe
nails, Im growing my hair long ,and I have arched eyebrows. Its like Im my own hobby.
i've four older sisters (that makes five including me )
so i can't really remember a time when when i didn't
wear "girls" clothes.
Guess it all started for me when I was 4, dressing in emerald tights for a school play, afterwards I kept going into the clothes basket and trying them on. A few years later I had to wear my sisters tartan skirt in lieu of a kilt and that was it I knew I wanted to wear girls clothes. After that its the same old story of 'borrowing' my sisters and mums clothes until I could buy my own.
well i started dressing for my frend when i was 7 years old we played a game i was the girl and he was my husband .... that time when i gave to him since then i never stopped doing either.. i used to use my moms clothes now i use my frends sisters clothes without her knowin lol
hey julie just saying hi and trying to figure out how to talk here
While I was preparing to bath , I saw laying around my mom's stockings .
I wondered what it felt like if I had to wear them !!! So I put them on ...
and guess what !!!...
My folks went shopping every saturday morning , while I stayed home to watch cartoons . I had 3 hours to myself all alone . Start going thru my mom's drawers,
trying on different pairs , finding out they all brought different feelings .
We used to live near a railroad track , where there was many companies by the tracks . One of them , was a pantyhose manufacturer .
So when , I went to play outside after suppertime , I used to visit their loading
docks , at this time of day , I was all alone , then went thru their trash ,
where they sent all their miscuts of the day and/or mistakes .
Most of the time , they were one legged pantyhose , there were so many ,
I could bring back home 50 half-pantyhose different colours every night .
For all these years , it was pantyhose festival !!!
Then around my late 15's , I start wearing skirts ,
and progressively , to the bras and the rest of it is history...
Never got caught !!! I was very carefull !!!
Hard to remember??? :confused:
Ok musings and ramblings
These are in no particular order.
First, I had no sisters. 4 boys!! My mom could just have died! :D
I was supposed to be the girl she wanted (humm not too far off!)
First not pleasntly remembered. As a very young child (5 years old) a local kid around 9 betrayed me under the guise of being my "friend" told me about how I could make him feel good.. I guess you know where this is going. I think that really had a profound affect on my personality. I knew it was wrong, but he convinced me that I should make him happy first, then he would make me happy! So while on my knees, knowing it was totally wrong I guess I got sort of hardwired to be subservient. This went on for one summer.
Next, my brother came back from Vietnam. He brought back a vietnamese doll all dressed in a long silk native dress. Well, needless to say she became the "evil spy' to my GI joes. I remember lying on my stomach rolling hips and getting a special feeling down there as she either drugged my Joe, or tied hime up. I never understood the feeling, but it felt great!
Later, at holloween, I a grade 4 student saw a grade 2 boy dressed for the parade in go go boots, mini, thights, blonde wig.. Oh, it really struck a cord in me. Couldn't get the image out of my mind.
Later I looked in mom's drawers, experimented but that's all.
I remember Mom suggesting that I dress as a girl for halloween a year or two later, and we had the biggest fight! NO WAY will I wear that..can you say denial?
Then, former owners of our "new" house we moved into as a teen left a hope chest filled with merry widows, corsets..OH MY HEART! Needless to say I spent a lot of time in the bathroom dressing! The former owner would visit from time to time and brought the most fantastic cosmetics. The best lip gloss I have ever tried..very dark. That was it..I knew I was addicted..still am to this day.
Sorry to go on so long..it was sort of cathartic! :)
Gosh,,can I kill off a thread? :confused:
HI All: I remember the first time I ever thought of wearing a bra and the first bra, and the effect it had on me then and forever.
It was the end of summer in 1965 in Nashville Tn., my older sister had not started college yet and was still at home. I was 14yo and noticed all the sexy new lingerie she had gotten. I saw this lacecup black underwire Vassarette bra that looked so hot and sexy just casually thrown into the corner of her bedroom and since I was home alone.
It was a coincidence that it fit me like I was fitted for it [36B] and I was electrified and overcome with the sensations of the lace againist my skin, and the support of the underwired cups. I was changed in that instant on that hot southern humid afternoon into a crossdresser.
I was soon wearing my sisters bras and pantygirdles as well. Before my sister left for college my mother had to "talk" to me about not taking my sisters lingerie. I was made to promise despite my denials to not touch her clothes any more.
Several weeks later I became very desperate and I reasoned [rationalized] that I had not promised to not wear my mothers lingerie. So I was soon into her dresser and her bras, pantygirdles and slips too. The upshot was when she discovered I was wearing her lingerie she asked a friend what she should do to help me. Her friend told her to buy me my own lingerie! Soon I had my very own bra pantygirdle and slip.
I honestly cannot place an age on this. I know I have felt this way my entire conscious life but as for actually dressing up, I would have to say it was before I was 5. I used to try on my mother's makeup when she wasn't around and then raid her closet looking for anything I could wear. I am sure there was a single solitary event that started it all, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was.
I was 8 or nine and my female cousin who was 3 years older used to dress me up and make me play dolls with her :)
I was introduced to crossdressing when I was about ten years old. Two girls that lived close by asked me if I wanted to play with them. Having nothing else to do, I accepted. The condition on which I could play with them was to dress like them. They dressed me in nylon panties, a slip, a bras, nylon stockings with a garter belt all under a skirt and blouse. They added highheel pumps, wig and earrings. They applied lipstick, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara and nail polish; then paraded me about as their new girlfriend. I was in heaven, and hated to have to take it all off again to go home. However that was the moment that ignited the spark of crossdressing in me, and it has continued to grow and grow. Finally when I was on my own, and working, I was able to buy my own "femme" clothes, lingerie, wigs and cosmetics.
Luv ya, Peggy Sue :love: ;)
Wow - they must have been some pretty advanced dressers then for young girls to wear all that! And to be in a size to fit a 10 year old too.... :thumbsup:Quote:
Originally Posted by Peggy Sue
DanaJ
Seems that Dana has the old ahem meter working
No worries, with over 300 replies it's a wonder it's still running. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by MsEva
i dont remember...and dont know why i like it
i do remember borrowing family underwear, trying a sisters dress, putting a towel around me like a skirt. even having on a borrowed pair of panties and standing by window and guys working next door watching, thinkin i was a girl undressing...since then i have liked people seeing me in lingerie, well girls at least. i did borrow some day of the week panties in college from womens laundry. but it was later that i bought my own, few times in stores or online, now i do it in stores and they know its for me.
but i still wonder why i started. and why i cant stop.
I began crossdressing when I was 13, I started with my mother's pantyhose and sandals. Prior to this, I had been fascinated, nay mesmerized, by women's sandals. At the age of 12, I began puberty and discovered masturbation. It didn't take me long to associated women's sandals with sexual excitement. Consequently, I would sneak into my mother's bedroom, strip, try on her leather sandals, and pleasure myself.
It was during one of these surreptitious sessions that my curiosity got the better of me and I started to look through my mom's dresser drawers. In the very first drawer I opened I saw what looked like a pair of knee highs, rolled up, but much larger. I picked it up and unrolled it. It turned out to be the first pair of pantyhose I ever held. They were suntan, sandalfoot, with a regular panty top. The course of my life was about to change forever.
I had to try them on; there was no going back. I took off the sandals I was wearing (brown leather Bass Sunjuns with a single strap over the toes and a quarter strap around the ankle, by the way) and proceeded to put on the pantyhose. I tried to put them on like a pair of jeans, but didn't get very far. I thought about it for a moment and remembered that whenever my mom put on a pair of knee highs she would roll them up first. I tried this and found it worked a lot better. I inserted my left foot into the pantyhose and pulled the stocking up over my calf, knee, and all the way up my thigh. As I did this, I got very excited. I rolled up the other leg of the pantyhose and pulled it up my leg. I stood up and pulled the pantyhose the rest of the way up. They came up all the way to my chest when I finished putting them on (I was a slip of a lad back then). The soft daysheer nylon felt really good on my legs, and the sensations enhanced my excitement.
I sat down on the bed and strapped the sandals on my pantyhosed feet. I lay back on the bed and looked down at my body. I loved the way the pantyhose looked on my legs, and really loved seeing my pantyhosed and sandaled feet. I raised my legs in turn, admiring how they looked in the hose and sandals. The sexual feelings were overwhelming.
From then on I would try on my mom's pantyhose and sandals any chance I got. One of my favorite sessions involved trying on three different pairs of pantyhose--a regular sandalfoot pair like the first I ever tried on, a pair of all in one panty and hose, and a pair of silky sheer pantyhose, all suntan in color. Wearing them was sheer ecstasy.
One day not long after this I was having another pantyhose and sandal session when I got curious about what was in my mom's closet. I rummaged through the clothes hanging on racks when I came upon a red and white polka dotted sundress. I took it off the hanger, slipped it over my head, and pulled it down my body. I looked at myself in the dresser mirror. I liked the way the first dress I ever wore looked on me, especially with the pantyhose and sandals. I took it off a couple of minutes later, but it set me firmly and irrevocably on the path of transvestism.
I was about 6 or 7 I think it started with y cousins panties one summer and it never stoped. I had an Aunt that would let me wear stockings and most of her closes. I dont think she known that I wanted to be fully dressed. I have been dressing eve sincce. It has come and gone. I told my wife fours ago. The guilt was to much and I had to share this big part of me with the woman I shared my life with. It is much better now that she knows.
hugs PD
I was about 10, halloween, my sister dressed me from head to toe as a girl.... Short skirt, blouse, long wig and go go boots... I remember getting dressed and she handed me pantyhose, I had no idea.... I pulled them up my leg and had on my tightie whities.... She started laughing told me that would not do and gave me a pair of pink bikini underwear.... and a matching bra.....
One of the guys at the party asked if he could walk me home.... we walked, holding hands and he treated me just as he would with a girl........ I was his girl.....
He kissed me good night and lets just say I have been hooked every since.....
mmmmmmm :love:
since i was a little kid.
ooxx
I was probably around 13 when I first started trying on my Mom's underwear. I am sure I had the desire long time before this as I used to watch my Mom as she got ready to go out on weekends. My Mom was a very attractive women and loved to wear very sheer bra's, girdles, and very silky slips. When she would put on her makeup she would be only wearing her sheer bra and sheer panty girdle or bottomless girdle. I would sit and talk with her the entire time she was putting on her makeup, as I loved to look at her sexy underwear.
My Mom and Dad both worked so I had plenty of time to myself every day after school. I used to go into my Mom's draws and feel her lovely slips and check out her sheer bras and girdles. After doing this for awhile I decided to try on a few of her things to see how they felt. The first thing that I tried on was one of her silky slips and I was estatic. I could not believe how good it felt and how excited I felt that day. A few days a week I would try on diffferent items of her lovely collection of bras, girdles, garter belts, stockings, slips-I loved it.
This went on for over a year until my Mom came home from work early one day and caught me sitting on the couch with one of her bra's on, bottomless girdles, and stockings. I was totally embarassed, but was surprised at my Mom's reaction. After the initial moment of silence my Mom just asked me how long I had been doing this and I told for about a year. She did say that's why herdrawer had been messed up sometimes, and she figured that I had been looking through her underwear but did not know I was wearing it. I told her I was sorry and would not do it again and started to leave the room to go and change. My Mom told me to sit right where I was and she would be back. I figured, well here comes the lecture when she gets back. My Mom came back about 15 minutes later dressed in her bra girdle and stockings. I was in shock when my Mom said we could watch TV together in her underwear. After this happened my Mom would put different items on a weekly basis in my drawers for me to wear. I loved it and would wear what she left every day. My Mom would let me know when she was coming home from work early and I would make sure that I was dressed for her when she arrived. We would do housework together just wearing her lovely lingerie and high heels. My Mom would take special notice sometime in certain areas and would comment that I looked like I was really enjoying myself(It was obvious)!
I wish I kniew but it's kind of a hazy memory. Probably around 10. I do remembers sneaking clothing out of my sister's room. It was back circa 1970 and she had some really cute hot pants and halters. I actually went as far one time to venture out into the street all dressed up in the early morning. It was a great time until on the way home I hear my family calling and looking for me. I had to ditch some of the clothes and make like I was into the "streaking" fad of the time. Can you believe it? All true.
I was about 6 or 7 when I started sneaking into my mother's clothes, but I started with her clothes, rather than her lingerie. I recall being envious of the nice things girls got to wear as far back as kindergarten. My parents had split up and I lived with my mother and I was also watched by an aunt and a lady from our church.
My mother had stored some of her dresses and stuff in the guest room as "overflow" from her closet, so those are the first things I started trying on. Soon, I was trying on things from her bedroom closet, and it increased in frequency when I became a "latchkey" kid after school -- mom worked a 9-5 job and I got home from elementary school by about 3:45, so I had time to indulge my tastes in femme clothing. My mom always had nice clothes as she worked for a financial planner.
I was about 10 before I decided that I wanted to try on her lingerie under her clothes, too, so I started with pantyhose, bras and slips, and eventually put on panties over my regular boy underwear. Wearing pantyhose naturally led to trying on mom's heels. By the time I was 11, I was dressing in mom's clothes from the skin out, clicking around in heels, and experimenting with lipstick and makeup. :love:
Mom finally found me out when I was almost 13, in seventh grade, when she came home early and almost caught me red-handed. :eek: I had to strip out of her maroon ruffled blouse and gray skirt suit, stuff her lingerie and hosiery in the laundry, but had no time to hang up her clothes because I had to get back into my boy clothes in my room. So I left them on the floor of her closet hoping she would start dinner instead of changing first from work. No such luck, because she found her clothes down and since I was the only other person in the house, I was nailed. :(
Fortunately, as I've said before, my mother was very open and accepting of my crossdressing -- she just didn't want me to sneak around behind her back anymore. Turned out she was very indulgent when it came to getting me clothes to wear -- she didn't want me to muss up her clothes, especially her lingerie -- so she got me my own. I ended up being able to dress quite a lot at home throughout my teen years. I just thank God that I had the mother I did. :)
Until the age of 18 I never have worn women clothes. It began at a garden party at my girlfriends home. It was a sunny day but in the evening it became cold. My girlfriend noticed it and went into the house to take some clothes for me and two other girlfriends of her. When she came back she wore a dark red twinset and held some other clothes in her hands.
I knew of her love to classic style clothes and she was just the type of girl who looks beautiful in it. :love: Each of the two girls got a cardigan and when she came back to me she handed me a light grey pullover, I mean I thought it was an pullover.
Then I noticed the many little buttons and I realized that it was a cardigan too. "Would you wear this cardigan? It`s one of my larger twinsets and the size must be ok for you" she said. I took on the cardigan leaving all buttons undone. First I was a little bit ashamed of wearing a girls cardigan, I have never worn any cardigan before and I tried to hide the button side. :o My girlfriend noticed it and said “Don`t you like cardigans? I love them and I know that it`s a woman style but it looks very nice to you, isn`t it?” turning her head to the two girlfriends. “Yes indeed, but for a man it would be better buttoned up,” one of the girls answered. “Oh, but not completely, I think it would look better with only a few buttons closed,” the other girl replied. My girlfriend turned to me and began to close some of my cardiganbuttons and I hoped that the three girls didn`t notice my face turning red.
I went into the bathroom, especially for looking into the mirror to see my cardi outfit and was surprised about my “new look”. It looked really good and I closed the cardigan in different ways such as my girlfriend often did. I noticed that my face colour became normal and went back to the three girls. I began to enjoy the feeling of wearing one of my girlfriends cardigans and listened interested to the girls conversation about sweaters, twinsets, skirts, dresses, nice buttons and all the other girly clothes till this theme ended. I was surprised about myself that I had so many fun by listening to these girly things for such a long time, I have never done this before. For the next two hours we played cards, spoke about all and nothing and had many fun. I hated that the time was come for me to go home because I had to go working early next day. My home was only about 15 minutes away from here and I decided to walk this way. When I began to unbutton the cardi my girlfriend came to me for a long kiss and I must say it was a very nice special feeling for me, both wearing these beautiful soft woolen clothes. :love:
“It`s cold tonight, you can give me back the cardigan tomorrow” she said to me closing the buttons I just had opened.
This day I will never forget and it was the beginning of the nice feeling wearing women cardigans and twinsets, first in private but after a while I loved to wear them in public too.
Now I live together with the same girlfriend for over 25 years and we both enjoy this wonderful woolen feeling.
Today our sizes are of course different so that I have my own cardi and twinset collection and we both love to wear them together. We have bought some skirts and dresses for me too, but I wear them only at home, I have never worn them in public, but perhaps…..?
We like to remember this first fashion day and I am happy to have such a beautiful girlfriend till today.
Love, Alexa.
Sorry for my bad English, but I have only a small English vocabulary.
I was 8 or 9, can't be exact, I seem to recall doing this after we had moved house and I had a bit of freedom. My parents didn't come home from work until about six, so I had a couple of hours, just had to avoid my brother.
I didn't have a sister at the time, so it was my mothers clothes that I "borrowed", never did get caught.
Rachael. :)
Well the first time I was 5 and my Mother did spank me with my Grandma very Mad at Her for doing so. They did argue for hours over Her spanking me for putting on Her slip that was on the floor. My Mom said " I don't want Him to be a Fag". I remember her words to this day.
Then the next time I was 15 and In my Mom's closet dressed.
Well then I was in denial for years.
Love to you all!
Haley:)
I was about 14 home from school alone just felt so right to try my sis cloths! Now i love it feals so nice to wear some sexy underwear insted of boxershorts
Started a few years ago when I was about 13 (I'm 18 now). I used to LOVE wrestling, and like any young kid, I wanted to become one. I would used to "wrestle" with myself, like, throw myself onto the bed and such while wearing my tight longjohns.
And I don't know WHAT made me do this, but I went into my mom's room once, and found a pair of white pantyhose. So, I put them on, and pretended they were the tights that wrestlers wore. They were a good substitute back then, but what I REALLY wanted were some spandex (not that I knew what spandex was back then). Unfortunately, my mom didn't have any shiny spandex in her drawers. :(
However, when I went to my cousin's house once, I saw her wearing a pair of SHINY pink spandex bike shorts (I think shiny bike shorts were popular back then in 1999-ish amongst the young teen crowd). She had three pairs of shiny spandex shorts (because she was a ballet dancer, I think). That bright hot pink pair, a bright lime green pair, and a black pair with stripes on the side. Eventually, after going to her house several times (my parents would leave me with her family when they had to go somewhere by themselves, or if I wanted to sleep over), I found the courage to go into her drawer and steal the pink pair of shorts. I was in love. Hahaha. :p
Since then, I would be a young little thief and steal spandex (whether it be cotton or shiny nylon) from her drawer. And not just her, either. My aunt in New Jersey had some nice spandex clothes. I stole a pair of red bike shorts, shiny black spandex leggings, and a shiny black leotard from her. And another cousin who lived in Pennsylvania, stole a few pairs of panties from her (including a white one with pink hearts, it was so cuuuute! I want to buy a pair).
I have loved wearing spandex ever since I started. Except now, it's not so much the shiny stuff anymore. It's more of the ballet dancewear that I like now. A black long-sleeved cotton leotard with a pair of white or pink nylon footed dance tights. :D But, I still have some shiny stuff that I've bought.
Anyway, that's my life story. Bye now! :D
i started when i was 13. it was great i was home alone(except for my sister,who locked herself in her room) one day and decided to lay on my parents bed and read one of my mom,s magizines(i've loved womens magizines since i was six)but i saw a bra sticking out of my moms drayer. i went over anddecided to see what bras were like it took me 5 minutes to get it on right but once i did i just loved it i then went to my 14 sisters,Molly, room(she had always tried to get me to wear her clothes, she thought it was cute) and told her how much i loved tthe bra i was wearing so she went and grabbed a box of tissue paper and stuffed my moms bra. then she got some of her clothesout. turns out we wore the same size(and still did until i turned 18) but once she saw me in her clothes with a stuffed bra on she decided to call mom at work and ask if she could go shopping if she took me with her mom said yes so i put my clothes back on and walked to the store that was across the street from our neighborhood. she then started grabbing different bras an holding them up to me withthhe cup pushed out. and found a size she liked on me she then grabbed ten of different style bras in the size she had chossen,grabbed alot of different colored panties, aqnd some lingere and otheer various articles of womens clotheing. then every day she'd take me somewhere(id be wearing my ne clothes under mmy boy clothes) and she'd take me into the girls bathroom to change and do my make up. shed put my clothes in her purse and wed hang out as to sisters. now my girlfriend and i do this almost everynight.
love to all
Chelsea
i was looking for something and ran into a bag,one that had panties in it and after that i started wearing dresses and nylons with it.i wore sister's and mom's .i was lucky we were all about the same size.later on i started buying bras and panties at the store when i was 16.i've built up wardrobes and binged sadly a time or so.(bad news).now it's whatever makes me look and feel feminine.
michelle
17 yo. My mom's bra. Though I have been dying to try on womens clothes since 10 :D
it was when i was about 4 yeasr old i would sneak in my sisters room she is 2 years older than me i would go through her dresser drawer and take one of her panties and put them on and got caught by my mom and told me not to do that again the next day i found a nice little blue dress that my sister left on her bed no one was around so i put on along with some panties pantyhose and shoesi got caught again by my mom and she made me wear it infornt of everyone. A few years later at about 9 years old i started all over again this time my sister had better clothes i would find a nice black lace bra and panty set and put it on with a nice red skirt and white blouse and a pair of mom high heels and was walking around the house nobody was home so i thought my mom and sister caught me got yeld at with a spanking and said you like to wear your sisres clothes then we will have to take you shopping for some dressed like that i was yelling that i didn't want to but i had no choice to and i was happy when we did because now i dress up everyday now
I remember this like it was yesterday. I was 4 years old. I was caught by my oldest sister wearing my youngest (4th)sisters slip and dress. I am the youngest of six with four older sisters. I got caught with my 3rd sisters clothes several times through out my time at home.
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Originally Posted by hot chelsea
Wow, AMAZING that a 14yo girl had enough money to buy you 10 bras, lots of panties, more lingerie, and various other articles...
I first started when I was about 6 or 7. The odd thing is that I never understood why I had the urge to, but I felt I had to. I remember locking myself in the bathroom, going through the hamper, and trying on my sisters clothes. My first article of clothing ever worn was grey pantyhouse, and an orange and grey skirt/shirt combo. I would then go into my sisters room, grab the shoes, and bring them into the bathroom. That is probably the only time I ever fit into her shoes. I would turn the bathwater on and pretend to be taking a bath, while I was sitting on the toilet dressed up. From there, I would dress every opportunity I could. Along with dressing came the guilt, for i am a very successful, athletic boy who did not fit the mold of dressing in girls clothing. I would dress every morning in middle school before I left for school. It is amazing to look back and see how early we started. My first recollection was around 4 when my mom used to let me wear her night gown. Hmmmm, could that have been a trigger. I used to fall asleep every night wearing pantyhose as far back as elementary school. It is funny how 20 years later things have not changed. In fact, the only thing that has changed is my desire to do more!!!! I even took hormones several years ago. The effects happened so quick I had to stop :(
Beautiful picture of you. I was in the seventh grade. I put on my mothers pantys and
bra and a slip of my older sisters. The feeling overwelmed me, I loved it but didn't know why. I was sitting at my mothers vanity trying to put rollers inmy collar length hair. My mother found me but she tried to be cool. She asked me if I wanted to see how I would look all dressed up. I did, so she dressed me in a skirt and blouse and put
a little makeup on me and lip stick. Then she asked me if I wanted my hair curled and
before I could think about it she took me into the kitchen and shampooed and set my
hair in rollers. I've been hooked ever since. About twenty years later she told me
she did it so I would get the idea out of my system. It didn't work.
Thanks for listening. Big Hair
hair in rollers
i started by wearing my sister's dresses and then her panties.i remember ther being disney characters on themi later went to mom's bras and panties she had in bags downstairs for garage sales and later on came across dresses and pants.
i also remember wanting to be the "baby girl" when me and my sister played when we were around 6.
michelle
don't know and don't care anymore
I think I was about 11 or 12. I slipped out of the house and tried on one of my mom's bras. It just felt so good, I just started doing it more and more as a child. :angel:
When I was 12 I summonsed up the courage to take a pair of my sister's white cotton "Cherub" briefs from her bedroom cupboard and wear them. I had found something attractive about knickers for a while before that but this was the first time I tried a pair on and the result was mindblowing! From them on I used to secretly wear her knicks both plain white briefs and navy blue ones and her more girly floral patterened panties except on PE Days when I had to wear the hated Boys Y Fronts changing into "my" knickers again when that dreaded lesson was over. I was able to ditch PE when I was 15 ands have never worn male underwear since! I also started to wear my sister's skirts, bras etc when home alone and also borrowed some of my Mum's clothes both knickers to wear under my trousers for that day and other items to dress up in when alone. The rest is history!
I was 5 when my two older sisters dressed me in our mother's bra, garter, and stockings. It was not long after that I had my first feelings that I should have been born female. These feelings would come and go and the crossdressing would do the same. When I was 12 I dressed again in my mother's clothes and this time I filled the bra with socks. This was my first erotic turn-on to CD. Since that time I have kept my feelings locked away in a closet in my mind. Giving in occasionally and then purging. I've only accepted my inner self in the last two years. :) A lot of lost time don't you think?
i was 12 years old and it was my sisters bra and panty set
5-years old when my mother dressed me in the dress she bought for my cousin's birthday present and then took pictures of me. Still have the photos in the family scrapbook.
When i was 10 or 11 i snuk into my mums room and tryed on a bra. I still dont know why but i found it sexy so i kept doing it. Right until this very day.
I was only young when I tried on my first shoes.
Then I progressed to my sisters tight and panties.
I moved up to nail polish and even got hooked on bra's when no one was home.
My younger sister had dressing up dresses which I would drop in the outside toilet and make excuses to go and lock myself in with the pretty frilly yellow bridesmaid dress.
The girl next door gave lots of things for my sister to dress up in and I realy enjoyed thies more than she did.
I even did my paper round cross dressed once and the thrill of getting caught enhanced the experience.
My wife is out and i am enjoying a few hours of crossdressing as I type.
Bye for now
New member so just jumping on the bandwagon.
My first memories of crossdressing were when i was in first grade. My female cousin lived with my family. We were about the same size at the time and I remember wearing her frilly socks and white Mary Jane shoes. I asked myself why it was boys couldn't wear slip on shoes because at the time I HATED tying my shoes.
My first true crossdressing came when I was 10 in fifth grade. Women's shoes were my first love, still are. My mom didn't have high heels or stilettoes, but they were cool nonetheless. So one day when I was all alone, I tried on her shoes. Loved it. I could wear them until seventh grade when my feet got to big. After a while, I decided to get bolder and put on pantyhose, then underwear, panties, and dresses. I didn't get into makeup until college.
Real long story. If you want to read the whole thing, drop me a line here. Its on my CD Livejournal, the only other thing that keeps me sane. ;)
Madeline
Gosh, I guess I was about 10 or 11. Began by trying on my mom's red slip and bra. I couldn't beleive how good it felt, the way the satin felt against my skin. Soon I was raiding my cousins' pantie drawer at every opportunity. The feeling of her panties tightly cupping my bottom was absolute heaven! By the time I was 12 or so I must have "aquired" about 20 pairs of panties, along with a few bras and several pairs of pantyhose
started about nine used to try my mothers undies on always felt like a girl useless at sport but as i had 3 older sisters and they really wanted a sister i was treated as one my blonde hair was down my neck before my mother would let it be cut . my sisters were always dressing me in girls clothes they said it was for fun but they really liked to make me look good . so i have always liked being a girl even down to seeing boys a nice and playing with girls , but i really took off at 15 when i went on the stage with my sister as she was an actress what a great time lovely dresses and make up and no one taking any notice of me it was heaven so much i was getting attention from all the men there so am still dressing now it is ok cause my wife dont mind and treats me more as a sister than a husband i love the freedom of not having to hide it from her even lets me have a man friend so i am very happy but feel sorry for someone who has 2 hide it from their wives must be x very frustrating hope you all ok love grace