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how did it all start with you? How old were you?
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My memories begin at about the same age. I used to dress up with my sister in mums shoes and clothes as a child, I was also fascinated by nail polish from a young age and it progressed to wearing pantyhose and the like. Into my teens I still wore mums shoes while nobody was home and it just grew from there once I moved out of home. I stopped for a few years and then it began to get serious agian about 2 years ago when I started buying my own heels and clothes and jewellery. Now it’s at the stage where I’m comfortable with who I am and don’t know where the future will take me.
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For me between 5 – 6 swimming in my sisters bathers .. with mum’s approval. (just wrote the Sally story in my blog)
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Quote:My question is this us all start to dress up?
This is a funny subject as in odd, I have always loved to dress. I can remember when I was very young (under 10 years of age) borrowing a few things from my mother and trying them on when she was not at home. unlike other girls I didn’t have an older sister to borrow things from so my next step was to buy my own from Op shops, I was now around 20 just a skirt and blouse and funny no shoes. I stopped when I reached 22. For the next 10 to 12 years they chased a career and a partner but then about 5 years ago I just started again why?
From my blog…
earliest age I remember vividly is around 5-7 years old and I was fascinated with my sister, and occasionally tried to do what she did. Of course this often was embarrassing, and was severely frowned on. My father was not a religious man, but he had strong values and did not understand (or perhaps just did not accept?) gay people, black people, ‘queer’ people etc… for this reason I learned to hide what I wanted to do and be very carefully.
At 14 I was nearly caught wearing stockings suspenders, a mini skirt, bra and blouse, at that point I stopped everything and buried my desires in heaps of emotional layers and blocks.
At around 24 my desires came to the surface again, and I persuaded my girlfriend of the time to ’swap clothes’, she agreed, I loved it and she laughed, not in a happy sort of way, but more of a ‘piss take’ sort of way. The damage was done and for several years more I did not repeat.
More here: http://people.sorbs.net/michelle/blog/1
Take care,
Shells
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For me it was right at birth that I firts dressed .My mum was so convinced that she was having another girl when pregnant with me that not only did she keep al my sisters hand me downs , but went out and bought girls clothes for me.So surprise , surprise ! I came into the world a large 11 lb boy and was immediately wrapped in pink. I was dressed mostly in girls baby clothes for around 2 yrs .My parents even hadnt chosen a name for me before the birth
I was dressed as a girl when dad wasn’t around – which was during the day up to age 5 When I went to kindy, it was a reall shock as I had to wear this damm school uniform !!
Anyway I went through the common ‘big sister dressed me in her clothes ‘routine till about 8 then I secretly dressed by my self worried to death that
someone would find out …
In my teenage years i tried denial, which didnt work .I took up sports in a big way an dthis while it got me some acceptance at shool seemed to spilt me into 2 parts – male and female which couldnt accept th other
Oh well the rest of my story is so much like others I ownt repeat it
Im still coming to grips with the desire to be femme
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My parents split up when I was about 4 or 5, and I can remember having to wear these huge satiny knickers that were all pinned up so that they fit me. Guess my mother left so fast she forgot my undies. But the first time I remember consciously wanting to wear girls clothes was at a friends house, I was 8 and playing at a friends house and I noticed his sister was about my size so I went and played with her instead and of course put on one of her dresses. I remember standing at the top of the stairs looking down at my friends mother feeling like a real princess, while she told me to get it off before I ripped it. It was a brief moment but one I have never forgotten, it felt so good and so right even at that age. I started to invade my mothers draws and wardrobe after that whenever she was out to recapture that feeling. Once I had an income of my own my mothers clothes were forgotten and I started to buy my own, now I am on my 4th or 5th wardrobe but this one I’m keeping.
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I was about five when I realised that I was “different.” I remember having a dream which had me looking at little girl with long fair hair sitting on my fathers shoulders wearing a cotton summer dress with puff sleeves. When I woke up I realised that I recognised her and she was me.
I remember many times up until I was about seven or eight just watching my mother get dressed as I lay on her bed and talking with her. I was so interested in everything she did. All of those hooks and straps and shaping and preening and perfumes . I was in heaven.
I just loved it all and would stand often in front of a mirror holding a dress or underwear and posing when she went out of the room.I would often wear my sisters underwear or dresses as she was more my size when I was alone in the house. I never remember a time when I wasn’t interested in dressing or being more feminine.
I loved to walk around the house and sometimes into the back yard in a dress with a wide flouncy skirt. I believe that my mother and sister suspected but never said anything directly. As a teenager I would often wear my sisters clothes and go for walks at night on my own which was probably dangerous but also probably kept me sane.
Unfortunately I grew up and like for many of us it became impossible to pass. I have purged many times over the years but the feelings remain the same and I still love to dress whenever I can which is not too often.
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I have quite vivid memories of when I was about 2-3 yrs old I guess, my mum would put me in her room to nap but my only thought was to make a b-line for her dresser. It was one of those old fashioned pieces of furniture. It had a narrow draw down low at the bottom which had all her jewellery in. Earings, necklaces, brooches, rings & all kinds of stuff in red felt covered boxes. Also lipsticks & powder with other make-up bits & pieces. At both sides of the dresser there was a door & behind that she had her gloves & scarves plus other goodies to touch & feel on one side. Behind the other side she had some hats I remember. Most ladies wore hats in those days. Above the bottom drawer & between the doors was a glass shelf & on it were some small crystal type bowls that she kept other pieces of jewellery in. Also perfume bottles that gave off an inviting smell. At the back of the dresser was a large bevelled edged mirror that had two side mirrors hinged off it & when positioned properly you could see three images of yourself.
I was too young to understand what it all meant & where it would lead me but I remember the pure joy of playing with those treasures hidden away in that old dresser.
K.
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Hi Everyone, so lovely to read the stories of how it all started for some of us.
As a child I always knew I was “different” somehow even though I played all the normal boys games and did the normal boy things. For me also my real interest in dressing began at about age 12 when I used to weaar my mum’s nighties and underwear when no’one else was home. i do remember at age 14 my (male) cousin and I had a wonderfully fun time dressing in my sister’s clothes and putting on her make-up. Later she accused me of wearing her clothes, but, lacking any real proof didn’t purue the matter.
For many years I just took what limited opportunites I could get to wear any item of feminine clothing and I knew that part of me felt so good and so right! when I did.
Later I began to frequent certain chat rooms as Melody and would just love it when men chatted me up over the net. Since meeting my beautiful SO, with whom I was honest and up front from the begining, I now have my own small wardrobe and can at last wear my own clothes when I want to.
Like many others here I have (especially in my late teens and early twenties) tried to be “normal” and deny my female self, but she and he are both me so now I accept me as I am whether in singlet, shorts and thongs or in delicious lingerie and dresses.
I wish you all love, peace, joy and fulfillment
Mel :flower:
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The memory is so vivid still, even after forty odd years. When I was very young my sister and I had a dressing-up box full of old clothes which we would play games in. As I became more “boyish” the games gradually dwindled away.
Then when I was about thirteen or fourteen my parents began to leave me at home by myself when they went to do the weekly shopping. One such Saturday, while looking around for mischief, I discovered the box and began to rummage through it. I found a red satin dress that my cousin had worn as Red Riding Hood in a pantomime and I put it aside. Then I found the matching red satin knickers and the light bulb went on in my head! I couldn’t get undressed quick enough and by the time I had the knickers and the dress on I was more aroused than I had ever been before.
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Hi Penny,
Guess I’m a late starter. When in my 30s and married, my wife just lost interest in sex. I tried in vane to stoke the fire by buying her Parisian stockings and all types of lacy lingerie. Didn’t seem to work so I tried the nylons and lace on myself and discovered I could look, feel and act just like a woman.
After divorcing, dressing in the closet kept me occupied instead of going to the pub and drowning my sorrows, etc etc. Then one day an incredible thing happened when I was in a shopping centre having lunch at a cafe. There were numerous fashion shops across the isle with the models in the windows looking so fabulously chic.
I went over to look more closely and a number of women came and stood along side me and gave me a few unwelcoming looks. I said to one of them, ‘don’t the models look great. Not like most fat women in the shopping centre.’ She gave me a horrid look and walked away. Then I went into the shop and checked the clothing racks which seemed to lead to more consternation from the ladies there.
I returned to the cafe and watched the women go past the fashion shops and noticed none of them were as feminine, shapely or as slim as the models in the shop windows displaying the latest fashion styles.
Then what seemed to be a crazy challenge came into my head…I wondered if I could one day come back to these shops dressed as a woman and pass as one of the girls. The idea stayed with me and I became determined to show the world what kind of woman I could be.
After trial drives in the car and walks through parks, making a few fundamental mistakes, such as out of control hair pieces and wearing tights and heels while walking down the street, I finally found my comfortable and sensible everyday look and hit the shopping centres.
With enough confidence installed in me I revisted those same shops dressed as Louise and all the women there cast no reaction my way at all. Somewhat to my surprise I was accepted as female shopper and now go shopping almost every day.
Think it was the clothing styles displayed in the fashion shops windows that really got me into crossdressing. Now I just love spending half an hour at a cafe with a pot of tea and a woman’s novel.
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I was truly about 4-5 when i first remember putting on a female garment.
I actually suffered some form of trauma at age 5 because of the realisation I would grow up to look like my father and not my mother.It is not a certainty but a possibility that was when i lost my hearing for a couple of years. I am okies now with no probs at all but i did learn to sign a little just in case.
My story is like many in that I always new i was in the wrong body.
Hey but what nature messed up I have gained because, I am what I am and I like what i am..
Yay so smile be happy and celebrate the fact that we are all special x
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Hi Girls
Yes me too – I was about 3 or 4. I kind of suspect my auntie started it, I remember her telling me certain lipsticks tasted like strawberry or pineapple etc and her putting some on me to see if I could taste it. I know i used to sneak into her clothes.
But I do remember when 4 trying on my Mum’s things, nighties and mostly slips. But then… being caught… and instead of being told off, Mum telling Dad when he got home. Lovely guy, a man’s man, so I was strongly thrashed. I think this happened a couple of times… so.. *smile* for the rest of my time until I left home in my teens, I learnt how to put slips etc back exactly the same way I saw them in the drawer. Even feigned being sick to get off school (when Mum worked)… that feeling when the car drove out… out of bed… into their bedroom… open the lingerie drawer.. wonderful for an 8yr old boy.
Lovely to see the odd news item about how to handle TG children… makes a difference from thrashing them etc! But it didnt work, havent stopped dressing…
Hugs to all
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I think my earliest memory was when I was about 8, but I started to do it more and more, until about the age of 13 or 14 when I was dressing my Mum’s clothes a lot. She had a go at me so I didn’t do it again until I grew up. From then it’s been on and off.
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i was around 11 when i started and i used to wear my little sister clothes beucase they were cute and it started as fun but its turned into something i want to do and has become apart of me
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I know I started when I was a young kid, and my mother gathered some old clothes together as a dress-up bag for us kids. Because they were mostly her old clothes (my father hadn’t thrown anything out for twenty years), I ended up finding out that I loved the feel of the satin nighties, and to put one of those on, with a pair of high heels and a clutch bag, I could wander around the house for hours. It wasn’t until quite a few years later, when I went to a social function for a group I was with, the function being a cross dressing (tongue in cheek) type event, it really dawned on me how much I missed it. For a long time I had issues with trying to be male, keeping that male perception as it should be, but growing up I liked to read babysitters club books, wrote lots of short romance stories etc, and when I went to this function it was more than just a crazy night of drinking and being silly. I think that was when I really started to take notice and investigate the prospect of being more serious about it.
