Originally Posted by
Stephanie47
My mother would do the laundry in a washing machine kept in the kitchen. It was against the rules of the housing project to have a washer in an apartment. She hung the laundry to dry on a clothes line running down the length of the hallway to the bedrooms. There was also a drying rack hung over the bathtub. I was attracted to her nylon slips. I loved the feel of the material. I would caress or fondle the material as I passed by. I progressed to taking them off the clothesline and trying them on. There was no desire to be a girl. I just was attracted to the feel of the fabric. She also hung her floor length nylon nightgowns which I also loved.
When I was in kindergarten my teacher complimented my cowboy shirt one day. She referred to it as a "blouse." I let her know in no uncertain terms that was "a shirt and not a blouse!!!" This awakening did not occur until my mother started doing the laundry in the apartment.
Why? Now becomes the difficult part of trying to figure all this out. I was a post WW2 baby. Our family had lived with my paternal grandmother until we were able to move into a post WW2 apartment building for veterans. I was three years old. I remember I was still in a crib. Some years later I started having visions of myself as a young dead woman laying in an overgrown lot. I was dressed only in a white slip. I still have that imprinted memory. I always found it unusual because we did not have a television set. So, there was no news to watch. I could not read yet. I did not go to school yet. This was something I would not have encountered. Why would a four or five year old have an image like that? Several years ago my wife started watching a program series of kids with past life experiences. I did some internet research on the subject. Most of the research indicates the child usually forgot those experiences as he or she got older. Of course, all this hinges on whether one accepts that premise at all. My wife does believe it is possible. If she and I were to ever have a sit down and discuss my cross dressing I would bring it up. I always found it funny that my love of women's clothing started with my mother's white nylon slips and that image of myself as a dead young woman in a white slip laying in an overgrown field.