I started at the age of 17 and by 18 I was full time,going to college as a coed. Never looked back.
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I started at the age of 17 and by 18 I was full time,going to college as a coed. Never looked back.
I don't know exactly when, but I do remember wearing my moms stuff sometime at a young age. I think it was at the of 15 when I really began CD and I have been doing it ever since.
I started when I was 8 or so, and trying out mom's clothes and lingerie and along my teen days.
aged about 13. got this urge to try on Mum's clothes while she was out and got that sexual buzz, loved it and still do
I believe I was 5 when I found my mom's clothes from when she was a kid in a suit case. I didn't give it much though but I kept on dressing never felt bad never felt wrong
I remember being 5 or 6 putting and on my mothers jewerly, clip on earings and lip stick. By jr high I had taken her fishnets, loved them. By college was into my girl friend clothes. Put dressing aside for 20 years and didn't buy my first pair of pumps until much later, 40's then the dam broke, with clothing, corests, wigs and makeup. The rest is history, Algoma
My earliest memory is from when I was about 4 years old. My mother had a short black gaucho that I could wear like long pants. I'd put them on an run around in the laundromat on Saturday morning laundry runs.
When I was about 5, tried on some pantyhose and have loved it ever since.
But I only do it for the sexual thrill, once I relieve myself I put on my regular clothes.
Growing up with 2-older sisters that are close in age, I was always jealous of the attention and clothes that received. I'm not sure if at what age (7 or 8) I first tried on a dress, but I've been hooked since.
Started about 8 whn I was "used" as a model for a flower girl's dress for a neighbor girl's wedding...told to my face I was too pretty to be a boy
I don't remember exactly but I remember trying on my mom's stockings and white fishnets in our laundry room. I was probally around 4 or 5. The rest is history.
I'm the youngest with four older sisters. I was 6 when my oldest sister was 16. That was 1955 and the girls' dress were to die for. I think I started around then because I was old enough to be left home after school until my mom came home from work in an hour or two. In that time I tried on every bouffant petticoat and dress my sister owned.
Over 5 years ago, I dug into my wife's drawers looking for pantyhose or tights because of a sexual fetish. However, in May 2012, Sarah emerdgeed and I started dressing then again NOT sexual fetish, but because I'm probably a transgender.
For me it would have started at about 9-10, I realized there was something not fair, girls got all sort of fun clothes, skirts pantyhose, makeup, and that wasn’t even including underwear, I started playing with my moms makeup trying it on, at some point I would sneak into my parents bedroom and I tried on some of her clothes, then my parents caught me one day, boy did I hear about that. And that ended that while I was under their roof
So the first time I actually tried full on when I was 20 and living on my own
This is the classic and famous question, and it appears on this forum from time to time, and every now and then.
Without getting into specific times and dates in our lives, it often begins in that very moment in our childhood lives where we ask that question "why do girls wear dresses, and boys wear pants?"
As I remember, I was about 11. We had a big house, 8 kids, 3 girls and 5 boys, the girls all my elder. I went up in to the attic one day, and was going through some boxes of stuff, and found a white full slip. I remember taking off my shirt, and pulled that slip over my chest and pulled it down....the feeling was intoxicating...and the eventual result is what you might imagine; a first for that little boy...lightening! There was no turning back after that, I was changed forever! After that my mom started finding me hiding one of her bras between my mattress, oye! Still one of my favorite things: pick out a pretty white bra, insert my breast forms, and pull a nice lacy full slip over and down over my body...heaven! I always wished I could look down at my chest and see female boobs.....
When I was about 9, my sister had a heap of dressup material in our playroom, so I was frequently in girls clothing and jewelry, my sisters had this sort of coloured lip gloss and I started wearing that. As I got older, I started wearing girls clothing more frequently, I was still using lipgloss and lipstick up until I was about 12. One day I planned to try a full girly makeover in the bathroom, so I grabbed a few of my sister's dresses, a bag of jewelry and my mum's bag of makeup. I was very rough with my makeup skills and I looked a bit subpar. Over the years I have improved greatly and could pass for a female with a wig and a bit more skill, I still can't apply blush, lol.
I think I must have 4 or 5, sneaking into my mum's room as she slept, trying on here underwear and nylons.
I remember also nagging my Grandma for lipstick at this age.
I seem to remember having to wear green tights for a school play at a similar age. Protesting to my parents that these were for girls, but secretly loving it.
But it really started when I hit puberty, in my mums wardrobe, and faking sick days to stay home from school.
I understand that about 70-75% begin in early childhood. Then about 20-25% begin in adolescence. Finally about 5% begin in adulthood.
As for me, it goes back to my very earliest memories. My mom would tell stories about how she wanted a daughter when she was pregnant with me. I was a very clingy baby, always wanting to be carried by my mom. When I was about 6 months old, my mother was pregnant again. This time she gave birth to my sister. My mother finally got the daughter she always wanted. My sister was pampered, spoiled, and I was jealous. When I was about 3 year old I started raiding my mom's closet and playing "mommy". In order to keep me out of her closet my mother made me a dress as play-clothes. My father was upset with this and the dress had to go. I had to undergo some sort of aversion therapy, but it didn't take.
12 years old
The earliest I remember, would be around 5 years old. It began with pantyhose and scrunchies and escalated from there. Been caught plenty of times and had my butt beat for every time too but in my opinion it was well worth it and now at adulthood, it's all fair game. I remember being caught before school wearing a bathing suit under my clothes, I had got the bad end of the belt and hand before school and more of it after I got out of school. It made me much more wise were to stash my hidden gems out of the gaze of parental figures and siblings. I didn't start fully dressing, however, until the age of 19 where it felt so natural to me to be dressed up, even it was just around the house.
There's dedication for you. Luckily I was never caught. :-)Quote:
Originally Posted by FeliciaCDSNJ
I see a trend here...it's the pantyhose! The pantyhose companies made them so irresistible so they would have a more people to sell to. It sure worked on me lol. Probably about 10 like a lot of people here. I do remember putting on as many pantyhose as I could find at one time. Not sure what that was about....
I was 11 or 12 when I tried on my sister’s bikini. I remember loving how good it felt. Next were her panties and a bra. I found a pair of my Mom’s stockings and a girdle with garters in the bathroom and tried them on. I wore them to bed that evening. That was 48 years ago and I still love the look and feel of a bra and stockings!
I was around 4 years old, this was 1958 (before there were panty hose, btw. I had two older sisters, 5 and 8 years older than me. I remember always being jealous of the pretty clothes they always got (I suspect this jealousy is at the root of my obsession with feminine attire). I specifically remember coveting the younger one's new red petticoat. I put up such a fuss she let me wear it frequently. In later years, I'd sneakily wear their panties and bras, and put on lipstick. When I got a job in my later teens, one of the first things I bought myself was a cute baby doll nightie. I never fully dressed until I moved away from my parents in my early 20's, and I had both the time and money to indulge myself.
I have a vague memory that I at age 5 (or perhaps 4) for some reason wanted to wear my neighbor friends mum's coats when I was standing alone looking at the coats in the entrance hallway of their apartment, but I accidentally tore down the entire coat hanger construction in a feeble attempt to reach the coats. I don't remember if I could try a coat on or not in the end, or what happened after I ruined their coat hanger.
Swapped jackets with my first "girlfriend" at age 7. She had a girly orange and red winterjacket that I adored and really wanted to wear. For some reason, she was happy to wear my jacket, and we wore each other's jackets day long, and over a couple of subsequent days.
In my first school years, my first or second grade, 7-8 years old, my teacher had this long slim and beautiful dark brown leather coat with a fur trim which I tried on when she had left it outside the class room and everyone else where away for lunch. I remember that earlier on, the girls in the class had borrowed this coat and walked around the schoolyard wearing it, and our teacher had berated them afterwards. Anyway, I remember that I was really jealous, fascinated and for some reason also wanted to wear the coat and walk around the school yard. At that age, neither I nor them, where that tall so the leather coat nearly touched the ground. And then in the end, I tried the coat on, felt like a grown up woman, and I was in heaven. :-)
10 years old? ish... Cousins ballerina dance recital costume found in my grandmothers closet.....
Started somewhere around 6 or 7. Trying on moms underwear because I loved the feel of silk and satin. The next age I remember when it really took off was around 10 or 11. We had just moved and I would occasionally stay at my grandparents where my parents had stored things in the attic. I remember finding a giant bag of bras, panties, girdles, and stockings. It was heaven and I haven't looked back since.
Alexandra,
i used to run around the house in my mom's heels when i was maybe 4? i loved it! back in the day, there used to be small sample lipsticks that would be given out, and my mom would give them to me to play with--i loved them too.
hugs,
lesli
I was about 10 years old. I love the feel of silk and satin. I tried on mom's white blouse and was instantly hooked and I never looked back and have been dressing since then. The feelings are so very INTENSE........I love it !!
I remember being in grade school and sneaking into my older sisters room when everyone was gone and putting on her clothes, starting with undergarment, girdles, etc and then trying on so many of her dresses. Guess I was lucky that she was so much older than I was so that she had enticing clothing - even back in the 60's.
I was about 9 or 10 and was staying at my Grandparents place. It was a big house with lots of bedrooms where my aunts and uncles still had their own rooms even though they were all away from home. I was in an aunts room staying and in the wardrobe was a satin full length bridesmaid dress from a wedding we'd all been at recently.
Tried it on..........gorgeous! And the feel of the fabric..........unbelievable!
about 11 years of age the cding had been working on me for some time ,I was whatching an epesode of happy Days nobody was home .i went up to my moms clothet found a dress i thoght i would fit
It was a feeling i had never felt before or since .But as much as i hate it at times i love it
I was about 10. I went to a relatives place by a lake. We went walking and someone had left a pair of white flip flops there. I drug behind long enough to be out of sight and then tried them on. Flip flops don't seem like much, but it was enough to be hooked for life!
idk when but i remember when i was forced to do it when i was very young my sister with her friends put on a white frock on me and we went to the mall and i hated than
since I grew up in the 80's and women actually wore pantyhose, I wanted to try a pair on so I started with my sisters pantyhose at 7 years old and the rest is history
I was probably around 4 or 5. A female relative thought it would be fun to use me as her personal Barbie Doll. After that I was hooked
At age 3 I used to run around in one of my moms nighties. At age 7 I found some panties at a friends house. About that same age I discovered my moms square dancing petticoats and pettipanties. From there it was all history.
Yes I do. I was in first grade and the girl across the street who was the same age had a dress up skirt. One day she left it outside. There was no one around so I grabbed it went behind a bush and tried it on. At least that's the way I remember it.
From as young as I can remember... Three sisters made for a plentiful supply.
I can remember being five or six and sneaking into my moms dresser and stealing her slips.
I still love satin and lace...
As I got older, I started "borrowing" things, panties, bras, dresses, etc., from my sisters.
Once I moved out on my own, it became more opportunistic; i.e., I would get lucky enough to have a pair of panties mixed in with my laundry in the apartment complex or a girl friend would leave something at my place.
4-5 years old. Cousins basement play for parents. I had to wear that pink satin outfit with tutu. I was finished the second I had it on.
I felt pretty and perfect!
Vanny
At around 6, sister left her slip hanging on the bathroom door, the fit was bad, but the feelings where oh so good.
That is a beautiful memory. Thank you for sharing. :-)Quote:
Originally Posted by Julia NZ
My first memory of dressing in any form coincides with my first memory of being caught too. Wearing my mother's knee highs at about 6 underneath my footie pajamas. Just before bed my mom came to put socks on me since it was a cold winter night and I was caught red...footed...and faced. She caught me in pantyhose once later at 13... Not the slyest kid in the world.
We were at my aunt's house. She was (is) the type that wore pantyhose and heels everyday. I had to go #2 something wicked so she let me use her master bath, which was like finding the holy grail. In there she kept a hamper just for pantyhose and I couldn't resist trying them on. I was maybe 6 or 7. I had them about half on and the door flew open and there was my mother, wanting to know what was taking so long. When she noticed what I was doing, all hell broke loose. Not pleasant.
I started at age 11,i was so amazed how good it felt wearing nylons and figured if nylons felt so fantastic,why not try panties,bra,skirt,heels etc and the more I put on,the better I felt and still feel the same,maybe better when I get a chance to dress now
I was in 5th grade when I asked my mom if I could be a girl for Halloween. It just came out of the blue (or out of the pink). I don't recall sneaking into her drawer (at least not before then)....but I admired girls and obviously wanted to emulate them. My mom took it as a crafts project and went to the thrift store, put together a lovely costume. The next I remember was slipping on my girlfriend's bikini and feeling euphoric. :)
Somewhere between 1954 & 1956. I wore some of my mothers things, other than heels I don't remember exactly what. Starting in 1959 I wore her cat's eye frames when ever I could get the chance. She was supposed to wear new first pair of glasses at all times, but for the first year or two after her first fitting she wore them about 90% of the time. I sure did like my look waring red lipstick, red nail polish and her brownish frames. I sure did give me a rush. Her next pair were silver cat's eye, which I don't believe I ever borrowed. My mother went to an ivory cat's eye frame. I believe she looked her most ravishing wearing the ivory frames. Staring circa 1970 dhe went to wire non-cat's eye style. By 1970 I had my own female frames.
I think I was around 6 years old. It was a little embroidered beige cardigan. Belonged to a girl who visited our house. I can't even remember her name or whether she was a relation or not. The compulsion to try it on was so strong.