I always though the Russians did it (even have proof), must just be the climate ��Originally Posted by Susan Thomas
I always though the Russians did it (even have proof), must just be the climate ��
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No doubt I am descended from a long line of crossdressers going back many centuries, it's in my blood and in my genes! I only wish they could speak for me now, they would surely say to those who look at me askance, "See, she is of our making, and we did so to ensure that our customs will not be lost. Accept her into your circle and treat her kindly, for her fate is not of her making."
Natural... no supernatural force was influencing me - as far as I know.
I can go back as far as 2ed grade.I knew I was different in some way but never could figure it out(well adleast not way back then)I did have an early fetish toward legs (not to sound like a pervert or anything)And I'm not even going to go into all that.But the fetish did grow and I think it may have had some kind of bearing on what I am today.
I like so many others struggled through my teen years with feeling different I never really had to many Gf's when I was growing up and just had to go through all the stuff that I wasn't really ment for,such as getting married just to show that I was a guy and there wasn't anything wrong with me.I cant say that it was all a waste.I loved my EX and don't really have to much regrets but then on the other hand I look back on it and say what a waste of 10 years of my life!OMG if I only knew back then what I know today ,my life may be so different today.Anyway I went thru all of the stages I started wearing some of my moms things back when I was 15 or so and that went on on and off for many years.And then ALAST the internet came along!This is when I found that I wasn't so different.But it wasn't until I got my divorce that things really took off.I was now free to do as I wished and it all started by shaving my legs and facial hair(never to look back).
And to get back to the post I guess I would have to say a bit of both but more natural I believe.
Sindey
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It was an event, my aunt asked me to zip up the back of her dress. She was wearing a long line bra and a side zip girdle and my thought was how did she get into that. I found out as a teenager and still enjoy the thoughts and feelings now.
Just a natural thang for me. Started at 5 or 6. Always in the closet, especially my sister's closets and I had four to chose from. Hmmmmmmm, could that be the reason?? Four sisters - naw! I like the extraterrestrial theory myself.
Being the only boy with 5 sisters, 3 older and a set of twins a year younger, there is No how, No way I was not going to end up in girl clothes somehow.
It was a fun time growing up with all of them :-)
Mentioned in an earlier thread that my cross dressing may have been triggered when I was 8 or 9; #1 a somewhat sadistic teacher (dominatrix ;-)) punished me for talking in class - put a paper skirton means and paraded me around the school(wasn't pleasant it was trauma)#2 the other one was more pleasant in the foyer of a theatre I got immersed in what seemed a sea of female nylon stocking and knee high (neck high for me) boots
Clothes encounters , it don't much to get addicted to wearing girly clothes
It's something that I've just wanted to do. I was for a while trying to make girl friends dress me up. In a truth or dare app I had, I would put dares likem:
swap clothes with the person next to you
team dare girls vs boys, dress up challenge.
We never hit those dares when we played. I wasn't lucky.
I can't really say what started me crossdressing. I remember as a child I liked looking at the women's and girls clothes in the catalogs.I was supposed to be picking out clothes for the next school year. Then one day when puberty hit, I discovered my mothers underwear when I was unloading the dryer. Then one day when I was home by myself, I started snooping in my mothers dresser and found stockings and a garter girdle. Then it went on from there. It just felt right.
BTW I still don't like shopping for men's clothes.
i was natural as i was curious trying on a pair of my grans silk panties felt good started at the age of 12 and never looked back
I have always been curious. Since I was 7 or 8 putting on my mom's clothes and doing my nails...i was caught and she was mad and my brothers laughing of course so i begin to be more careful and kept it to myself until lately starting to do it more
I have no idea - well, I have some speculations, but I think my path is somewhat atypical, at least relative to the other posts I've seen on this topic.
As a kid I didn't care much for sports in general (still don't) but did enjoy games like dodgeball and occasionally soccer and softball as well as running around in empty fields playing 'war' or 'capture the flag', so it wasn't that I was particularly 'girlish' or 'boyish' in my recreation choices. I never felt that my clothes were inappropriate and don't ever recall wanting to wear dresses or any such thing. I did have one incident at summer camp where I was borderline molested by my cabin-mates, being stripped and mocked, which may have made me insecure about my sexuality and therefore about dating (see below) but I can't say so for certain. In those years (between about ages 9 and 12) I was often bullied by older boys and I think I just saw this particular incident as more of the same thing. One year, to escape the regular bullying at school, I would often go to the local library down the street and read everything I could about sex, but apart from making me more curious about the topic in general I don't recall having any thoughts related to gender identity. Somewhere around the same age I remember trying on my mother's bra & panties on a couple of occasions but it was just one of the pseudo-sexual exploratory things I did around that age and it didn't seem particularly fascinating to me at the time.
I was generally shy and bookish overall and was as happy to be alone as with friends. I enjoyed some sex play with a few girls in the neighbourhood, and later my best male friend, but my orientation was more hetero than not. In my teens my shyness inhibited me from dating and, though I had a number of good male friends, I also felt quite at ease around girls and enjoyed their company. At some point I began thinking that my life would have been different if I had been a girl, particularly in the realm of dating. From there I concluded that, if I'd been offered the choice at birth, I would have made the decision to be a girl. I didn't actually feel that I was a girl, only that somehow I maybe could or should have been one if things had been different.
Fast forward to my late 40s, when I began playing in online RPGs and created several female characters to which I became quite attached. I found that I enjoyed roleplaying women (and was often assumed to be one behind the screen) and that it gave me an opportunity to express parts of myself to which I had not hitherto given voice. Shortly afterward I revisited my sexual interest in other men and also encountered trans porn. I'd always been bisexual (though more straight than gay), and this stirred up all sorts of thoughts and fantasies. As I became more attracted to the idea of being with a trans person, I think that this somehow connected with my latent teen interest in being female. The idea of crossdressing slowly grew in my head, starting with the idea of doing a glamour shoot a la Rocky Horror Picture Show to see how I might look in lingerie and, as I made more trans friends online and began to read more about it, I finally decided to buy some clothes. Now I wear skirts, bras and panties almost all the time when I'm alone and I find that I quite enjoy it.
So, if I had to identify a particular event that made me unconventional, it was perhaps the feeling that girls had a better deal in life - a sort of female envy. I understand now, of course, that women face many challenges that men do not, but I had no such understanding in my early to mid teens. I now consider myself to be an autogynephile - I still identify as (mostly) male but now also as falling somewhere under at least the edges of the 'trans umbrella'. I am not a woman and would probably not ever transition, but I would like to be one, or at least to be able to express the part of me that is female on a regular basis.
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I must have been 5 or six. sometime in the early 60's I did not have any clean underwear for school so mom told me to wear something from one of my sisters. over the years as we grew up I tried on
a lot of their stuff. Now I buy my own. I do remember in high school on of my sisters saw me in her bedroom and said it was just a faze I was going thew. I guess i"m still in my faze
Baldy1,
I was kind of assisted into it. Although I was always fascinated with women's clothes, I was always helping my mom wash and fold clothes just so I could handle them. However my first girlfriend and her friends would get together on the weekends for sleepovers or pajama parties. Even though we were going out steadily and they knew that I wanted time with her as well, when they had their pajama parties I wasn't invited because I was a guy. I complained one time because we had just had a wonderful meal and movie, however when I took her over to her best friend's home she said the only way I could stay is if I wore women's clothes. The four of them got a good laugh over it but when I agreed their face lit up and they gave me a bra, panties, and a nightgown to wear. Then said that while I was there with them I would be treated like one of the girls and not Sherry's boyfriend. If I didn't do what they said or refused to participate in whatever game that they wanted to play I would have to leave.
So for the three and a half years we went out we all had a wonderful time. We're all still friends and send messages to one another though I am still referred to as "Michelle" my femme name...
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Michelle
My mother was very stylish, later my sister (2 years younger than me) did some work as a model. I had great inspiration.
Started in kindergarten trying on classmates shoes, and, well, never stopped.
Briefly ( like 7 years) had to suppress the dressing while married, felt empty, once divorced(unrelated) free to be "me"
It was so natural, I never thought about it,
On more than one occasion, mom found my "stash" and I had to start building a wardrobe all over again.
I can't imagine being any way else
When I was about 5 my mother put me in panties. I'm still wearing panties today. As I grew up I wore my older sisters hand me downs which gave me a great wardrobe. They thought it was cool to have another sister.
Michelle lucky you a super story
Julie
I was in my early teens entering puberty. This was when girls wore skirts to school - short ones. A drop of a pencil could reward you with a nice upskirt show of nylon. Being curious about what was under there, I was rewarded with a sister only a year younger who wore the same treasures. occasionally, she would leave a pair of panties or even panties and bra in the bathroom. First I had to touch, then to smell and ultimately to try things on. Once I did that, the felling of taboo excitement was irresistible. Naturally, followed by gratification. I guess the response became Pavlovian. Panties = excitement = gratification. and to a lesser degree that is still true but it has graduated to all things feminine.
It was natural,for me.
I was 4 years old, pre school, I saw the yellow dress hanging in my nan's closet and I had to try it on. As soon as I put it on it felt right
I got started in the usual way, as a small, hairless boy who couldn't resist his sisters wardrobe. As a teen, it was one outfit at a time, then a purge.I tried a few public outings at age 21, but they were more traumatic than therapeutic, so I went back to dabbling in dressing off and on . Then I found a Flickr page of a T-Girl named Rachel Sams, and was so inspired and fascinated by her looks and outfits, that I knew I just had to try harder. 3 years later, I have at least a dozen different outfits, seven pairs of heels, and hundreds of satisfying outings, mostly shopping, and some food & drink or a coffee.
This is my story too, so I'll just copy as above. I simply loved the satin slips etc and this has been my life ever since.
Becky
I think both of them fit for me.
When i was 3-4 yr old, my mother always dress me pantyhose to not to get cold. And even at that time, i kinda liked it. Feel like i should always wear them.
Then when i was 8-9, me and my friends play with little super hero toys, but deeply i always interested in barbiesit's so hard to explain the feeling but whenever we play house, i feel like i am forced to be a male character. Because i always feel girly.
But it actually started when my parents were divorced. I started to live with my mom when i was 10. and i dont know why but i wanted to try her clothes and shave my legs, i think it is a kind of instinct. Then it continues, once you cross dress, you can never go back
Ps: im sorry if my english is bad
"I always thought the Russians did it (even have proof), must just be the climate ��"
I do love this quote it makes me chuckle each time i see it
Julie
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