Originally Posted by
Kate Haylette
Hmmm, not sure if mine counts....but my mom was the
oldest of 4 sisters. One was still pretty young. They
weren't a well-off family, so when i was brand new, for
my first few years, my clothes were hand-me-downs
from the sisters.
My mom told me that years later. I do vaguely recall
sitting under the ironing board in the half-assed shack
we lived in and one of the sisters teasing me about the
little dress i was wearing. Playfully, of course.
On my own was about 8. I didn't know or care about
anything to do with sex....i just liked the clothes.
I made several mini-skirts from just cut-off jeans for
years after. I could make them whenever i wanted
a new one.
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