I keep reading how CDs first start out stealing their moms clothes and dressing in secret out of fear of being outed etc.. However, I was just wondering if any CDs here had mothers who were actually supportive and encouraging of their crossdressing.
Did your mother ever dress you up as a girl or let you use her clothing? Did she ever compliment you on how you looked as a girl? Did she have any restrictions on your dressing?
thanks
HI Luvs: My mother once crossdressed me in my older sisters party gingham dress with buttons up the back, lace panties ,and lace socks with maryjanes in front of my sister and her little friends because I was trying to crash her teaparty.
I remember being both humiliated and stimulated at the time . My mother crossed the line because I remember her saying if I told my dad she would spank me too.
Fast forward to age 14 and a very pretty woman told me I needed to wear a bra specifically she said " You should be wearing a bra honey , your tits are bigger than mine".
About a week later as I walked past my sisters open bedroom door I saw her black Vassarette 36B lace underwire bra and I put it on . I almost feinted from the sensation of my boy tits being held up in that brassiere and I was a CDer forever in that instant.
Two days later my mother came looking for my sisters bra and pantygirdle (I took that too) and she found them on me , and really enjoying them if hyou know what I mean . She made me strip and took them and made me promise not to wear my sisters
clothes anymore . So two weeks later when I was desperate to dress up again , I got into my moms lingerie drawer and took her bra pantygirdle slip and stockings . That is what I was wearing the second time she caught me.
So she asked her friend what she should do to help me and he said "get him his own things and forget about it" so she did . About a week later I came home from school and on my bed was my own first bra girdle and slip . She told me not to wear them out of
the house or to let my dad see me in them . I was both happy and safe (no shoplifting or stealing womens clothes ,a sex crime at the time where I lived) I was mothers little sissy at age 14 and although she may not have been happy about it she did take care of me .
My mom never helped me with clothing per se, but she occasionally polished my fingernails, showed me how to apply lipstick, and put clip-on earrings on me, starting around age 2-1/2. She let me get my ears pierced when I was nine (although it wasn't her idea originally), and bought me my first pair of heels when I was 12. Her interest waned after that when I entered junior high and puberty started to hit.
- Diane
by accident really, my mother gave me two tops that were comfy and stylish at the time, there was no hint of this being CD, just clothes that were nice.
another time i was bought a 2nd-hand tracksuit, it had faded from red to pink and was totally embarrassing at school - i never wore pink again until my recent CD explosion
It's funny that you don't think about these things at the time. I had a dresser that had some women things in it, the one article was my sisters wedding dress slip, it was amazing to wear. when my sister moved out it was hard for me to get pantyhose. I started working a part time job in a grocery store and I would buy them telling everyone my mom asked to buy them for her. At one point I had a pretty large collection and being young when I would finish, (you know what I mean) I wouldn't clean the pantyhose and I wasn't the neatest person and the drawer was getting messy. One day I came home from school and I went that drawer, the pantyhose and the slip were all washed and folded neatly. After that every few weeks I would find them washed and folded, never was anything said or did she treat or act different towards me. that was over thirty years ago and nothing was ever said. I guess its true what they say about mothers, it doesn't matter what there kids do they will always help and be supportive. Your thread just made me have this flashback, Thanks.
Just to provide the contrarian view, my Mom was in no way supportive. She discovered where I had stashed one of her bathing suits that I had purloined (I'm guessing I was about 6 at the time) and ratted me out to my Dad. It was not a pretty scene. The fact that I continued to crossdress after that is proof to me that crossdressing is not a choice.
I don't think my mother encouraged me but as a very young boy I would often find myself wearing my sister's panties and sometimes socks and a lacy tee because my own underwear was 'dirty'. When I was in the fifth grade I wore a dress to school for Halloween and because of numerous things that happened after that I became quite serious about CDing.
When I was around third or fourth grade I had an aunt that dressed me up in my cousins clothes when I got my own clothes dirty. It was around that same time that she beat me severely with a rubber hose. In later years she always referenced me as a 'sissy' or made disparaging remarks about my masculinity.
Another contrarian here. I was found out first by my Mom (on my first ever cross-dressing attempt, no less). Despite my extremely small frame (US size 2, women's), she barely tolerates me wearing women's jeans when not presenting female, and is still strongly against any of my attempts to present as female for the sake of it. I still ended up using one of her ball gowns (now missing) for a school play; it almost made it to junior college orientation before the discipline committee got wind of my orientation group's plan to cross-dress. Incidentally, she has also reminded me many times to 'be a man', albeit using the Mandarin equivalent.
My mom would buy things she never wore. Once a beautiful long blonde wig. I really had a thing for Goldie Hawn back then.....wait...I still do. Anyway...to be my own Goldie...bliss.
I do remember stealing her Jergen's Hand Lotion , god that stuff smelled so feminine, and using it with my paint set for makeup.
My mother opposed it vehemently but I had a lot of support from girlfriends.
My mother caught me in possession of some of my sister's clothes when very young, I remember her just looking at me like, "you shouldn't have these", I guess she assumed I had been wearing them. I've since always wondered whether she knows, but either way, she has definitely not condoned it at all.
Like others here, my mother was very much against my wearing any women's clothing.
Yes, my mother often dressed me as a girl when I was a young teen. She was an expert dressmaker and specialised in weddings. She loved to do complete weddings, and would have all these girls over to the house to be measured for bridesmaid dresses and bridal gowns. As she was assembling them she needed to see how they hung on a real body and how they moved, so having a boy in the house 14-16 years old and about the size of a young adult woman, the next step was inevitable. I must have worn 50 or 60 bridesmaid dresses in my life, and maybe up to a dozen bridal gowns.
One time my mother was fitting a bridal gown on me and she commented that it was funny, the dress looked better on me than on the girl it was being built for. So my parents hammed it up, filled out the boobs, put the head-dress on me and my father pretended to walk his "daughter" down the aisle. I remember it being a lot of fun, it was a long time ago.
When I was a child my mother had me wear my sister's tights under my pants. It was a cold, winter day and she said there were no more clean socks to wear. I complied and loved the feeling. This event as well as others, started me down the crisscrossing path. Ironic that I'm writing this now wearing nude colored tights under my pants.
Mom started dressing me in my sister's clothes as an infant, way before I knew what was going on. I distinctly remember someone looking at me and saying what a pretty little girl once, when I was very young. She also avoided getting my hair cut, using excuses like she was running late and wanted to catch the bus (which ran every half hour, so that excuse didn't wash either), or that she ran out of money. I didn't live near many other kids, so I played by myself a lot, dressed in all kinds of my sisters hand me downs. This continued until dad came home early and saw how I was dressed and blew a gasket, saying I was not to wear her clothes again. According to mom, it was simply to save money. Which would have made sense, as we were poor. But she splurged on things that she wanted, such as new furniture. I also wound up with sis's underwear, with sewed blue and red thread into the waist, and mom told me they were the same as dad's fruit of the loom briefs. I don't know how much may have been because she really wanted another daughter, if she resented my being born a boy which screwed up her life, she was cheap and wanted to reserve spending on things that she wanted, or if she was mentally ill. But I'm sure it all contributed to my gender identity problems as I grew up.
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Lets also not forget that not all moms are nice; some are evil. Mine believed that people only had children in order to have someone to take care of them when they got old. Mine made it clear that the only reason she stayed with my dad was because of me and my sister. She made up all kinds of stories about how abusive my dad was to her. Neither I nor my sister ever saw anything like that from him. My mom's only concern about us was how our appearance and behavior reflected upon her.Quote:
Originally Posted by Maria 60
"One of the first memories I have is me painting my nails with crayons. I do not remember how my Mom reacted when she saw them, but I do remember she asked if I really painted my nails."
So she knew, but did not fight it. I also accepted very early this is off limits, so I kind of let go. She took me to music class. Not instrument, but singing and reading the notes class. For the class you needed to have in-door shoes. I selected the soft ballerinas we had home either from her or from my sister. She actually allowed me to take them to music class. I remember I freaked out, and I did not want to go. I fought my mom, who finally took me to music class. There I stood in the flat ballerinas. The kids were asking if I was attending ballett or what? Felt embarrassed. Class was soon over, and nobody cared.
I was not accepting myself and I could not fit dressing anyway in my guy world... I am trying now.
My mom would let me dress in front of her, order clothes out of the catalog with me, and buy nylons for me when she went to the store.
I have mentioned this several times on here so one more time for the newbies. My mom wanted her first child to be a girl. She lived in the time when the women sewed the the babies clothes and she had made me several dresses out of flour sacks. My dad wasn't too pleased about all this but she dressed me for almost a year in the dresses she had made all the while letting my golden locks grow. Finally dad couldn't take it any longer and put a stop to it, sometimes though even after dad said no mom would let me play at her dresser in front of her big round mirror at the back. She let me play in her old makeup, and even painted my nails and toenails at times while dad was at work. He finally told her to stop and she did but I was hooked it seemed. I went thru my tee years and into my twenties without much wanting to dress but it seemed to all come back after I got married. Just watching my wife get dressed or her putting on her makeup touched something inside me to start playing again. Maybe something our moms instilled in us started and has lead to the things we do today. I still enjoy it 65 years later.
My mother said on a number of occasions "You'd make a nice girl"
Mine was dead against it and never knew if I actually did it. At one point I remember her threatening to make us wear panties if we didn't stop fighting. I recall thinking she had no clue how that was going to work!
She would have encouraged me to wear very cute, girlish, juvenile clothes if only I were born with more petite and feminine build....
Naw, but she did find my stash and burn it, forbade me from doing and called me everything but a child of God. Funny thing is years later I overheard her tell a relative she thought when she was pregnant with me she was gonna have a girl. I often wonder of that had something to do with it, the fact that I am CD. I told her I heard her say that and she denied ever saying it but I know what I heard.
To this day the fact that she won't accept it bothers me. But I can't really expect anything different. I have to live my life.
My mom didn't encourage it. I was young, in grade school, perhaps second grade. My cousin, who is two years younger, had left a pair of pink satin panties at my house, which became my secret panties to wear in bed at night. In my closet, besides my stuff, were a bunch of clothes that were my parents. Among the items, there were two that I just loved to wear. One was tan and the other was light blue. I don't know what the particular garment was called, but picture a one piece swimsuit with long sleeves and a very short attached skirt. I think you will see figure skaters wearing something similar when they compete. Anyway, at night, I would wear the panties and one of the garments while I was "sleeping." My mom caught me in the act one night, I had the panties on, and the other item was still on the hanger, in my bed. She wanted to know why, if I missed my cousin, did I miss my mom, why? why? why? I was terrified, near tears, and kept answering with I don't know. I repeatedly said that I wasn't going to put on the garment, which was a total lie. I wanted it to be over, so I just agreed to random suggestions she was asking. After that night, all those clothes in my closet vanished, never to be seen again. That moment was never spoken of again, but there were a few other instances where I was outed or caught in the act in some way.
I wish she did!!! I think she did sissify me growing up, with out either of us knowing it? she over protected me and smothered me. I have two older sisters, so I think that's what she knew. but my dad, he wanted a SON!!! so he pushed me in sports, and tried to make me a man. so..... here I am, all mixed up!!! and dressing is just the start.
I am one of the lucky ones in that my very open minded Mom encouraged me to explore and helped me with it...So glad for that!
No way. I still shudder to think what my parents would say/do if they knew about my little hobby.
Well she did catch me in her bra and panties. I was very young. After that I would tell her, mom I'm going to play in your things and she would say ok just put them back when your done with them. It got to the point where I would watch TV wearing her things. My dad was gone working a lot so this happened most days! She never acted like it was a thing so I enjoyed!!!
The simple answer is NO ! I don't think she gave it a thought that I might be wearing things belonging to my sister or the selection of clothes handed round from friends and kept in the bottom of the airing cupboard !
Just a I was writing this I began to wonder if I would be a CDer, if so what sort if those clothes hadn't been available ? I guess it would have kicked in later !
I used to sneak and would borrow my sisters things. One evening my mother and sister were going to town shopping and I wanted to go but my mother told me I had to stay home that I could go and put on one of her panty girdles and stockings. I didn't because dad was still home.
I had been caught a few times when I was younger by my mother for wearing my sister's panty girdle and bra's. We had a basement where we would hang out swimming clothes to dry but if there was a woman's swim suit down there I would always try in on.
What a loving mother you had. Did you ever dress in a complete outfit from your mother like heels, stockings and dresses?Quote:
Originally Posted by Rondawants
I was raised by a single working mom with my older sister so I had an intense feminine home life. My mom worked in an office and always dressed very classy for work, heels, hose, girdles, slips, nice dresses. Everyday I would watch her dress as we lived in a one bedroom apt and she was not shy about getting dressed in front of us and often walked around in her underthings. My sister would dress me in her panties and nightgowns when I was only 3 or 4 years old. Mom would have me hook her bra and zip her dresses in back up as long as I can remember. I developed an intense attraction to all things feminine and was wearing sisters things and moved up to moms when I was in my early teens. My mom never caught me in her things but suspected I wore her things which I did regularly when she was at work. She would leave notes in her undie drawers that said things like boys don't wear these things, etc.once she actually wrote to Ann Landers asking for advice and it got published in the suntimes, she left the paper open to the article on the kitchen table for me to read. Fortunately Ann's advice was that there was nothing wrong with young cd's and most were hetero. I think that gave mom some piece of mind and she stopped leaving notes with her things. When I got married at 21 and came by for a visit she asked me to take out the trash for her, I said sure and carried out two bags to the garbage. I opened them because they were not typical trash bags and inside they were full of all of her underthings that I commonly wore. I think she was hoping my cd days were over once I got married. That was 40 years ago, I still dress as much as possible, and I am still glad she never confronted me directly.Quote:
Originally Posted by seanmuscle
Mom never directly provided clothes, but she was a sloppy housekeeper and the laundry room was too tempting to resist.
She also had all of us, three boys and two sisters, fold ALL of the laundry while watching Disney and Ed Sullivan. I think that's where my addiction to the smell of the rubber in 18 hour girdles and cross-your-heart brassierres began.
My mother did encourage me to dress, in fact I think she thought it was punishment at first. Please bear with me, its a long story that leads up to my mother turning me into a CD.
My mother always said she thought I would be born a girl, me being her second child, my brother 5 years older than me. She would always take me into the dressing rooms with her while shopping, while my older brother waited outside. I would see he in her underwear all the time, it became natural to me. Back in the 60's we always got catalogs for Sears, JC Penney and others. I always found the lingerie pages and enjoyed looking at them, both the girls and womans things. As I got older and bolder, I started trying on my mothers things. Then it happened, I became excited and made a mess in her silky panties, but it felt oh so good. I always thought that she would never find out, so I just folded her things and put the soiled panties under the clean ones in her dresser. Over time I tried on more and more of her things. Then again, it finally happened, I needed my own things and wanted some of those pretty girls things I had seen in the catalogs. I started stealing panties from a local store, because what 7th grade boy would be caught dead buying panties? One day, on the way home from school I went in to get my first bra. I walked in with my books under my left arm and went right to the girls lingerie section. I found a pretty girls teen training bra in a box, picked it up and put it with my books and started to walk around the store. While doing that, I slipped the box under my jacket and walked out the front door. As I was walking through the parking lot, I took the box out of my coat, took out the bra and tossed the box under a car. A minute later I heard a man call out to me, he just picked up the box and demanded I come back to him asking if I thought I would get away with stealing. He took me into the store and called my mother and police. They didn't press charges, but I wasn't allowed in the store alone again. My mother picked me up and took me home, sending me to my room to wait till my father came home. When he got home, I had to tell him what happened, as punishment he was going to spank me and told me to turn and take my pants down. At that moment, I remembered I was wearing panties. When he saw that, he yelled for me to get to my room and out of his sight. I went crying and spent the night in my room alone. In the morning, my mother woke me up late for school, telling me that since it was Friday, she called me out for the weekend. She then told me WE were going to clean my room. She went right to my closet and took out my old gym bag with my panty stash and said this is the first thing were getting rid of, tossing it into a garbage bag. We ended up taking all my clothes, she found reasons to take everything and put them in bags, except one outfit for me to wear that day, saying now she has to take me out and buy me new clothes.
We took the bags to goodwill, then went to sears first, going to the girls section. I looked at her, said these aren't for me and she said if I was going to steal girls clothes, I was going to wear girls clothes. She bought me a complete wardrobe of girls clothes, from underwear to coats and shoes. She never put me in a skirt or dress, but even bought me girls PJ's and a girls robe. She also bought me some nighties, but told me I wasn't allowed to wear them around my father, only in my room at night for bed. She went on to say again, that she always wished I was born a girl and now she was going to have her daughter. From that weekend in 7th grade, she only let me have girls clothes. She waited about a year before buying me my first bra and nylon panties, prior she only let me wear cotton panties and girls undershirts, in 8th grade I was old enough to wear bigger girls things. She also went to the school that first Monday, telling the school that I was no longer able to take gym class due to medical reasons. Since I took shop class early, I didn't have to worry about that, but she did sign me up for Home Ec class in place of gym class saying that there was no reason for me to sit in a study hall. The girls at first were skeptical of me, but soon took me under their wings and accepted me in their class.
So yes, my mother did help me and started my lifelong journey as a CD.
@leeann_360: Does your mother still treat you as a girl and know that you still crossdress?
My mother is no longer with us, but through her days she always treated me like her daughter. Many times we would go out for lunch and shopping, even after I got married.
Leeann_360, I heard the same thing growing up I was supposed to be born a girl. I was the Oops baby. My 2 brothers are 6+ years older than I am. I always heard from my mom they wanted a girl. I don't know if that is one of the reasons I dress, it probably could have been why I started. The other answer is No.... My mother did not provide clothes or encourage me to dress. I always had to borrow her clothes to dress though. I got stuck helping do the wash when I got old enough so that helped. Plus she never had any dresser drawers that weren't a jumble so she never noticed things being taken out and put back. I don't know if she ever knew I was getting into her things. If she did she never said anything. I know if my dad would have ever found out I would he would have not approved to say the least.
My mother encouraged me to dress as a girl for Halloween when I was about 8 (maybe 9). Thereafter, I was a girl (with her help and approval) every year until I was about 16 or 17. She was a single mom and I was an only child. She, of course, had to work. The result was that I was home alone a lot. She had to have known that I was raiding her dresser and closet, but, I believe that she did not know how to deal with it. I believe it, probably, embarrassed her and that she did not want have a confrontation with me over my desires. Once, I was shopping with her when I was about 13 or 14. We passed a table display of bras for young girls. She asked, quite seriously, if I would like for her to buy me a couple. She even picked up one a told me that it would, probably, fit me nicely. I wanted to say yes in the worst way, but I couldn't bring myself to admit to her (and myself) what my true desires were. I have always regretted that. There was never a do over.
The only words spoken to me when I was caught dressed by my mom was a ton of yelling and hitting. I could only wish she encouraged me or at the very least, try to understand. But meh, wadda ya gonna do?