I've told this before but my mom knew that she was going to birth a girl she even dreamed about it. Back then flour came in sacks made of cloth so she made three dresses and when I was born surprise. Her girl had a thingy sticking out. She ignored that and I was dressed in a bonnet, flour sack dresses and taken pictures of in black and white. She let my hair get long and made more dresses until dad said that was it and cut my hair and put me in britches. While dad was at work mom still let me play in her things. Her heels, hat, slips and she even painted my finger nails and toe nails. Dad again put a stop to it all. Around 12 I started dressing on my own every time mom would throw out a pair of hose I hid them in the barn attic, I had a girdle at around fifteen and was in full dressing mode when mom and dad would go to town. I have always loved silky, feeling material against my skin. I tried quitting in high school but still would slip back into it. In college after I got married I then sipped into my wife's things. Still love it. In my old age. There's my origin....