Ok. So tell me about your Mother.
I have several questions. And regardless of how I phrase them I'd like to hear from anyone with an opinion. You know how it is, you see a post "Ever had sex with a man wearing jodpurs?" and you think well no actually, so don't reply even though your experience is quite valid and informative, so when you read the thread it looks like every crossdressing man is into equine persuits because they are the only ones who answer.
If you had a Mother post a reply. And even if you were an emaculate birth....your input would also be interesting.
So....
Did your Mother, in your opinion, by her absence, presence, encouragement, acceptance, negativity, huge breasts etc etc.....have anything DIRECTLY to do with you wanting to wear women's clothing?
(PS I am not good at ences and anses so if they are wrong........**** it.)
My own answer is....No. I did it all by myself. No idea why. (Still no idea). No idea what started it or what causes it. In my deepest darkest moments of confusion, I really can't pin anything at all on my Mother. It would be a nice 'out' clause but the only link that I can see between me and my Mother is her clothes were handy.
Probably, but not intentionally
Mom always wanted a girl. The first three all turned out to be boys too. But as far as I know, I'm the only CD. I doubt the burden to "please mother" was much of a factor, but I cannot completely discount an effect deep in the psychy. The only attempt to dress me up was occasionally at Halloween. But she'd done that to my brothers too. I was too ashamed I'd be outted, even at that young age, so I never let her... even though I really, really, really, wanted to. Our direct neighbors were girls. I liked playing girl games like "house" with them. They'd secretly dress me from time to time. I guess because they were kids too, I played along and let them. Eventually I asked them to play dress up. I'm still hiding it today. In conclusion, I think I just have a gentle soul that likes the feminine aspects of my life.
Kathleen Ann
hope there isn't influence
I hope my mother didn't influence me. i would be wearing grannie panties and super duper control top panty hose that feels like a gunny sack.
i would try them on when she wasn't home but i always like what my much older sister wore. never tried them on.