I should have developed an adult baby fetish because my mother punished my by putting me in diapers one time when I was 6 for wetting the bed. She really meant it, and I enjoyed every aspect of that punishment. However, I had no interest in such things after that. My CD'ing is uniquely me, and me alone....don't know how I got here, but I did.
[SIZE=2]My mother only dressed me in boy clothes...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]By the age of 7, I absolutely Hated wearing clothes meant for a boy, but that didn't stop her from buying more boys clothing..[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=2]I really do have the...Right To Be Wrong.. [/SIZE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkSTG...eature=channel [SIZE=2]and my mistakes will make me strong![/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Just call out my name...and I'll come running...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SxTo...eature=related just lovin classic JT again...[/SIZE]
When my Mom figured out that I was wearing her stuff (she never actually caught me) she confessed that she had often dressed me up as a little girl when I was very small. She said she had wanted her first born to be a girl and got a charge out of unknowing strangers telling her how cute I was. She blamed herself for my desire to crossdress. I don't remember any of it, but I sure wish I did. I didn't start dressing on my own until some years later when I was about 12. Hard to say if my early childhood experiences had anything to do with it.
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No I was never dressed femme as a kid. I discovered this all by myself.
From pictures I have seen, and talks with my older sister I found out my mother dressed me in my sisters hand me downs until I was aged 3, the final time was in a Baptismal dress which I guess was common at the time. After age 3, I was dressed always in boy clothes.
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Tamara
Not here, I had the father that was trying to overly masculinate me from day one.... lol that worked well
When I was 10, I was taking ski lessons. My mom got some tights from one of her friend's daughter for me to wear instead of thermals. I didn't like it at first, but soon came to love the feel. I don't know if that triggered my CDing, but it was my first experience with it.
Jaydee
My mom used to dress me all the time when I was a baby. My older sister was never a happy child and she really wanted a happy little girl. I was a happy little boy with beautiful white blond curls just waiting for some attention. Mom took pictures and I saw them when I was older. Too bad I didn't get copies when mom was alive because dad threw them all out after mom passed away. In those pictures were all the shots of her dressing me as well as when my sister used to dress me and all the shots of me in the Cub Scouts when I was completely dressed as a girl in the skits we put on, which was about a third of the pack meetings (I was the designated "girl" because I was the only one in my den that didn't mind being the"girl"). All of those shots of me lost and gone. Probably the most devastating thing my dad ever did to me, because he knew I wanted those pictures and he did it purposely. He did later apologize and asked me to forgive him. I think he tossed the pictures because he was jealous of the relationship mom and I had and he didn't.
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"If you could kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your troubles, you wouldn't sit for a month."
~Theodore Roosevelt
sorry to hear it that sucks.
Sadly not me. My mom used to get really pissed off when I would get caught wearing girly stuff.
It's not that she 'made me', it's that I was too young to know there was something wrong with it. I was a toddler when she would dress me in my sister's clothes; by the time I knew what she was doing, she told me it was just so that I wouldn't ruin my 'good' boy clothes. As I was playing alone the vast majority of the time, I guess no one else knew what was going on. She also let my hair grow inappropriately long, I remember my dad asking when she was going to take me for a haircut and she would make excuses about being too busy even though all we did was stay at home or not doing it to save money, even though she was spending on stuff for the house. One of my earliest memories was of someone looking at me in a stroller saying what a cute little girl I was, so I guess I was wearing something inappropriate that time as well. She also would sew red and blue stripes into panties that my sister had outgrown and try to make me think they were the same as boy's fruit of the loom briefs, again, supposedly to save money; she told me since they weren't worn out by putting in the stripes they were the same as boys underwear. I guess she didn't think I'd know the difference. It wasn't until many years later that I discovered the underlying reasons that she really wanted me to have been born a girl.
Some causes of crossdressing you've probably never even considered: My TG biography at:http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/...=1#post1490560
There's an addendum at post # 82 on that thread, too. It's about a ten minute read.
Why don't we understand our desire to dress, behave and feel like a girl? Because from childhood, boys are told that the worst possible thing we can be, is a sissy. This feeling is so ingrained into our psyche, that we will suppress any thoughts that connect us to being or wanting to be feminine, even to the point of creating separate personalities to assign those female feelings into.
I've written about this on this forum before, yes my mother dressed me up frequently. She was a very good dressmaker and specialised in weddings. When I was the right size she'd use my as a live manikin. In my life I must have worn maybe 30 bridal gowns and maybe 50 or 60 bridesmaid dresses and I just loved the feeling of a big frilly dress.
I remember one time getting very silly with her and really dressing for the part and pretending I was walking down the aisle, then suddenly my mother got upset and wanted the dress off me. I found out later that she'd suddenly realised that I looked better in the bridal gown than the girl who was due to wear it for real. My mother often said that I should have been born a girl.
Hannah
But they sure turned a blind eye while my older sister did!! My parents called me Melissa when she had me dressed. They acted as if it were the most normal thing in the world..gif "Big Roll Eyes")
Wow! You are so lucky! This almost reminds me of the one boy scout meeting that I went to -- dressed as something stupid like a cowboy -- where several of the boys were dressed as girl scouts and brownies, and one was quite proud of the fact that he was wearing a training bra -- and had to show it to us. I was green with envy.Originally Posted by shayleetv
Damn -- this thread has made me sad in some ways as I look back and imagine the life that should have been, if only ....
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My mother once bought a dress for the daughter of a friend who lived abroad. The daughter was about my age and size and my mother made me try on the dress to make sure it would fit her friend's daughter before she posted it.
As I was only 8 or 9 at the time, I pretended to hate doing it but, of course, I really totally loved it!
I have been forced by my mother to wear girls' pants when I was 10, because she didn't believe me that they were, insisting she found them in the boys section. She was admonished after my first time wearing them out of the house by my aunt.
But that should have scared me away from dressing because it was humiliating at the time, but I somehow came back to do it on my own.
My brother, by comparison, was forced to wear my sister's pajamas once because my parents forgot his when we went on vacation. I finally talked them into letting him sleep in his underwear because I couldn't look at him without laughing, and they were upset that I was involuntarily doing this. It wouldn't have been as funny if he had chosen to wear them.
I rememeber once i was at my mums friends and her daughter dressed me in a ' nurse ' play outfit, then a few weeks later my mum dressed me in a black dress with black tights/pantyhose. didn't really remember until reading this thread
From about age four I started to wear dresses but my mother didn't know about it. When I was seven she caught me wearing a dress. As she helped me take it off all she said was," boys don't wear dresses." When I asked why she just said, " because."
Once when i was in a school play i had to wear tights, MMMM maybe that is where it all started
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nope.
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My little brother one time helped my parents "find" a stash of panties that I had. They were taken away and bleached and either given to my sister or disposed of. They made it clear that it was "a road I didn't want to go down," and asked me to promise never to bring them home again. I have often wondered what the effect would have been if they had reacted differently. I don't think that it would have made me like this any less but might have changed the guilt load. A few years back my dad did soften his stance in that if clothes are the worst thing I do in a day I am pretty okay.But they sure turned a blind eye while my older sister did!! My parents called me Melissa when she had me dressed. They acted as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
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no, I just started wearing my moms things when I was about 5-6 years old and have worn female clothes for the past 25-30 years on a daily basis even at work (I was an RN) and wore white faded glory jeans and white pantyhose and womens nurse mates shoes and a white scrub top - I don't even know what my male sizes are anymore - Ellen
Yes! She used to dress me as a young child, as early as 2 years old, she dressed me as a witch for Halloween. I don't remember it but it is on home videos. I do remember her dressing me at home after that but never made me wear anything out. Later around 12 years old is when I started to dress on my own.
The only thing that my mother did was hold a pink footed pajamas up to me at a department store, because I was about the same size as a friend of hers that she wanted to buy a Christmas present for.
Oh yeah, I did forget, she did dress me in women's clothes once when I was a teen and she found out about my crossdressing. It was only that one time though.
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