My mother made me do it LOL. Actually, my mother forgot to do the wash and I realized I was out of clean underwear. Rather than go commando for the day, she gave me a pair of panties to wear for the day. They were comfortable and different and from there I started trying on more and more of her clothing. I must admit I did have a fetish for the latex(?) girdles of the early 60s. I must have been about 5 or 6 at the time.
Almost 60 years later I'm still at it.
First, I seen pic of me with a dress as toddler. I was always fascinated with bras, girdles with garter belt.
I envied the ladies when visiting our house and wish I could dress like that.
First time shopping it was a bra and garter belt with stocking. It was a joy that will never forget to this day.
Its has never stop to this day.
Wanting something is a fantasy which on a long time period clouds your mind and makes you think you need it.
Rayleen
I am not really sure what made me crossdress the first time it was so long ago, I would have to say the clothes just called to me.
In my youth our family lived in a rather small house, small enough that my mother had to hang all her dresses in the bedroom closet of my shared room. By around age 7 I found myself drawn to reaching into the closet and touching those dresses on occasion. I felt perhaps a combination of loving the tactile feel as well as the comfort that they were my mother's. And the adventure began...
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