My first memory was me and my brother mucking about and him having the idea of putting on my mums nightwear.
I must have been maybe 5 or 6? And I vividly remember wearing a satin night gown and satin dressing gown.
We were laughing and joking and showed my mum, she of course told us to stop playing about with her stuff and take it off.
But I remember looking down on myself and feeling that fabric on my body and it sparked something in me, I believe this was the exact point of my crossdressing journey.
From then I started sneeking in there at moment I was alone to try on those gorgeous short nightgowns. I love the feel and the colours, it felt like a soft liquid flowing over my skin. I knew boys don't wear these things but I was compelled to carry on.
I want to share my origin with my first post and over time go through the years of memories.
It starts here and then goes into how my mum used to iron clothes for people for money and always having new girly items to try on, to her finding stashes but not really confronting me about it and to the time she gave all my items away to charity and me hidng items under my bed and her placing them on my bed to kinda let me know that shes knows in an odd way.
Then Halloweens of dressing as a girl too many times that people started questioning me so I had to lay off the "female" side of Halloween.
One of my friends gf's giving me clothes she no longer wanted knowing I was crossdresssing but kept my secret.
I also came up with an idea sell clothes on ebay and make it normal for me to ALWAYS have girls clothes in my room.
If you would like to hear these stories please let me know, and if you had any similar situations please write it in this thread.
Thank you all for taking the time to read this and I'm very happy to finally share my experience.
