It was so long ago. 38 years have gone by since I told my sister about my crossdressing. But I don't remember if I told her I wore her cloths. She's the only person in my family I came out to and she passed away in 2011.
It was so long ago. 38 years have gone by since I told my sister about my crossdressing. But I don't remember if I told her I wore her cloths. She's the only person in my family I came out to and she passed away in 2011.
"You're the only one to see the changes you take yourself through", Stevie Wonder
Well Robbiegirl, the conversations were different between what of theirs I was wearing on Halloween and when it wasn't Halloween.
They were specific of what and who's garments I had on. The dress/sweater/skirt/shoes they could see for themselves of who they belonged to.
The hidden female garments they asked about. Specifically the bra I was wearing. The pantyhose? Not so much. Was I wearing a panty just made them laugh.
Goofing around with them growing up, doing skits and games as their "unknown sister", provided MANY opportunities for the only boy in the family to wear the clothes of the older girls that they no longer wanted to wear.
Getting caught at age 12 by my next older sister led to nothing but absolutely truthful conversations with her.
Dressing up as a pregnant girl at age 15, led to some very specific questions by my 2nd oldest sister, since it was her dress and heels I was wearing without her prior approval.
How could I be but anything but be truthful to her, with her coming home on Halloween to see me like this?
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