That's interesting. Did you know that our memory for odors is stronger than all the other senses. One of my early crossdressing memories is the first time I tried on lipstick. I'll never forget the smell of that lipstick. I don't know why but I loved that smell from the first whiff. To this day the smell of lipstick still turns me on.Originally Posted by Teddie
My earliest memory is trying on a training bra I found in a house my parents had just bought when I was 6. I put it on out of curiosity and wore it a few times but soon forgot about it. From then on the thought of crossdressing never occurred to me until I was 17. My girlfriend one day commented on my body and said I would make a hot looking girl. That did not boost my ego considering I was skinny and was trying to bulk up and I didn't want to look like a girl, or so I thought. Before I knew it she was turning me into her girlfriend, mostly for her amusement. That worked for her because she was into other girls anyways and it worked for me because I was pretty much willing to do anything as long as I was getting sex. I feebly complained about dressing but the truth is I would have dressed like Bozo the clown if she asked me to. It didn't take me long though to realize I really liked dressing, especially dressing for sex. At this point my psyche was all messed up. The dressing went on for a year or so with but we eventually broke up and I stopped dressing. It was like I turned off a switch. I didn't have any desire to dress at all. I didn't even think about it. Probably because it reminded me of my girlfriend and I wasn't getting any sex either. I was torn up pretty bad over the breakup and actually ended up joining the Navy partly to try and put things behind me. For 6 years I didn't dress. Then I got out of the Navy and got married. I discovered that having my wifes lingerie sharing the same dresser as my socks and underwear would lead to frequent dressing malfunctions where somehow my wifes panties would wind up on me instead of my Fruit of the Looms. Of course it was only a matter of time before she noticed things in her dresser drawers were not arranged like she had left them and then she came home early one day and caught me dressed. I explained as best I could what I was doing but she pretty much already knew what I was doing. Our relationship was strained for a while. I didn't realize it at the time but that was the best thing that could have happened and soon felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. 24 years later we are still married. My wife doesn't approve of my dressing but she tolerates it. At times I think she actually enjoys being around me when I'm dressed but she'll never admit it. All in all I have no complaints.
