I think I was about 8. And, since I didn't have any sisters, it was my mothers clothes. She was a part-time model for a local department store, so she had some real classy things. What I really fell in love with was her rubber Playtex girdles, in particular the open bottomed ones. I love(d) the feeling of stockings pulling on garter tabs It went from there to her other things, bras, slips, skirts, blouses, wigs, makeup, bathing suits. Did she ever catch me, no. But, I think she knew. Mother seems to always know Now, I have my own clothes, and a wife that really enjoys my dressing.