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how did it all start with you? How old were you?
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For myself it all began a couple of years after I married. I’d always had a heel and foot fetish, sadly my wife didn’t possess the same interests. She did have one pair of heels that were a huge turn on at the time.
One day during lunchtime when she was also at work, I tried on these sexy heels, “just to see”. Well, instant gratification!!!
From then on, lunchtimes were a time to look forward to other than just eating!
When she went to visit her family I just progressed from shoes to stockings, then a skirt, then everything else came along over time.
I now dress whenever I can, which isn’t often as I’d like. I used to dress mainly at a local bi club called cam2cam but since its closure dressing up playtimes have been limited. -
Hi all
Wow so comforting to read all of your posts .When did I start? I guess at birth, after my mother having 3 miscarriages all girls I was born, and having already bought girls clothes I spent my first years dressed in girls attire, after that I guess my earliest recollection is my babysitter a lovely older lady who was handy with a sewing machine, she made me a handbag complete with flowers and pink material which I wore everywhere, and with blonde curly hair was often mistaken for a little girl, to this day I can’t recall why she made a little boy a handbag but I was not complaining. Then onto sneaking mums clothes jewelry ect at every opportunity, at school I hated having to wear my boys unifom and was jealous of what the girls were able to wear my dressing continued till I was old enough to get a job where I purchased my own clothes dressing when I could and growing ny hair long at this time I was very confused I really wanted to be a woman not just dress here and there, with no internet and not much info at the time I experimented with birth control pills menopause pills anything I could get my hands on young and stupid in hindsight .A few years later I met a girl and she fell pregnant I was 22 and being a firm believer in accepting ones responsibilitys I put my feeling aside and put all my efforts into being “the man” and taking care of my family but as you all know you can’t just flick a switch and turn off so I had to be content dressing in private again a few times in front of so not well recieved the relationship only ladted a few years now approaching 40 and the desire to become who I feel I always should have been is stronger than ever after a good go at herbal hrt the results while a step in the right direction have not yielded what I am after. currently in process of starting conventional hrt.
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I started age five or six,attracted to my mothers under wear and clothes,too young for it to be a sexual or fetish thing.It was just a natural attraction.During my early life our extended families lived in “two up two down cottages” which afforded very little privacy. I was used to seeing the buxom women in our family in various states of dress.A Freudian anylist would argue that I had been scarred by these early child hood experiences.
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My first experiences were before puberty, brief as it was. I can recall dressing in one of my sisters leotards and stockings. I knew I felt something all embracing then, however I also thought it was a terrible thing to do. Then my next experiences were in my mid teenage years. Again a feeling of being overwhelmed with emotion and a sense of self encompassed me. I had a gap of about 10 years; however in my mid 20s my dressing was more complex and trying to look more girl like rather than just a boy dressing in girls clothes. As I worked shift work at the time, I had days where I could dress for long periods of time. Those days were an awakening for me as I also started to read more woman’s magazines trying to relate to who I was. I had another gap for 15 years or so and then in my early 40s until present day I have embraced my feminine side more and more. Fortunately for me I have a supporting partner and society these days is more acceptant than what it was 20 years ago.
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I suppose it all started when I was a young boy, 9 or 10. My first experiance was when I was at home alone. I had 2 sisters and I liked to dress up in their clothes. For some reason it felt so natural to me. As I grew older my sisters would bring home their friends to stay and I would admire their young bodies and wish I was them. Sometimes when they would go out and I was alone at home I would try their clothes on as well. As the years rolled on the urge to dress became stronger and even though I had many girlfriends, nothing seemed to be as satisfing as dressing up. Now I have to go away to indulge myself, as my partner is straight laced and wouldn’t understand. So thats how it all started with me
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Very true,
Like all of the fesponces, i started very easly around 7 to8. My problem was that i usually had to steel cloths of washing lines and i started to enjoy the thrill. Also like mostcomments i would consantly cull all my cloths and within 12 months, would have more, durring my marrage i stoped for a long time, but in past few years have imbraced who i really am.
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The age range 8-10 seems to be a fairly common age that many of us commenced our cross dressing. I think I was about eight or nine. It was about that age that I discovered the laundry basket in our bathroom. I had finally been granted permission to lock the bathroom door for privacy so I was able to try on my mother’s underwear. It was an amazing feeling because I felt that when I dressed in her clothes I was her equal, that she could no longer hurt or discipline me. I knew I’d be in a lot of trouble if I was ever caught out so I had to be very careful.
Some days, when I had time alone (always difficult when I had a younger sister) I was able to actually venture out of the bathroom. That was a huge thrill, a mixture of fear and elation.
By necessity of circumstance I had to curtail my cross dressing when I joined the army in my mid-teens but it was just a delay of a few years. Once I was living off base I was able to resume my need, albeit with few precious items I’d managed to buy “for my girlfriend…”
It is now an acknowledged part of who I am and I no longer have to hide. Now it is a matter of discretion, with consideration for others rather than being secretive. It’s a great feeling to have that control.
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My first memories of crossdressing were of wearing pantihose that were in a bag in the bathroom – possibly my sisters or mothers, and loving wearing my mothers heels and sisters GoGo boots – This was the early 70s – I remember the first time I sort of dressed head to toe was sisters panties and bra, opaque pink tights and a purple long sleeved minidress and my sisters black go go boots – I loved and was hooked
Kathi
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the same here i started when i was about 5 or 6 just playing with the older girls you know the dress up thing just must of triggered something deep with in i stoped to for a few years but it never leaves you its like your programed i have found the female side is much stronger than my male side and if you dont ballace it you can loose control thats what i call a pink fog day so why we dress i have no idea you just have to under stand your self and accept or you will be unhappy and in away heart broken
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It was hard for me as I only had 3 brothers so girl’s clothes were a bit scarce in our house. I can remember being 5 and were living in a town in England called Corsham, we had been travelling from Scotland to Portsmouth to get on a ship to Australia when the ship caught fire in the dock so we had to live in England for a year until the next ship was available. The town had a fair each year and all the kids dressed up in costumes and travelled on floats through the town to the fair ground. I was dressed as a 14th century soldier (won 1st prize, still got costume and certificate) but all I could do was cry as I wanted to be a mermaid.
After migrating in 1969 at the age of 6 there were only the odd chance of being me, like dressing up at school at play time with clothes from the “dress up box”, I once got stuck in a dress with the zip at the back and went into a tearful panic. My mum did ballet before she had my older brother so when I was tall enough to get the suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe I would wear her costumes and shoes. I thought I was good at putting things back properly but who was I kidding. I loved all the costumes, especially the petticoats and for quite a few years the ballet and tap shoes. As the years went by I occasionally pinched a pair of stocking from mum’s draw thinking she would not miss a pair, now knowing that you always know how many pairs you have.
When I started to work at 15 things changed as I started to buy my own clothes “for my imaginary sister” and kept them under the base of my wardrobe. Moved out at 18 and lived with 2 girls and although I never touched their clothing I so wanted to wear “Ruth’s” red knitted dress.
I moved back home at 19 and kept my “real” clothes in a locked suitcase on top of the wardrobe for another 5 years. My mum never noticed that all my jeans were girls jeans which kept me partially sane with pantihose underneath.
In the 80’s I was in the punk scene so I use to go out at night wearing a Kilt, leather jacket and Doc Martin boots as this was the closest thing to a skirt I could get away with. People thought I was “hard core” as I had an Indian style Mohawk, if only they knew. It’s funny how people judge you on appearance alone, something I’ve learnt not to do.
I still had a Mohawk in 1997, I was 34 and thought it was about time to grow my hair and be more “me” than anything else. Some people didn’t recognise me, which I was happy with and I have not looked back since.
I know dress in woman’s clothes or unisex, only wearing a man’s shirt to work and the odd family outing. I don’t wear make-up all the time, possibly due to none of the females in my life wearing it unless they are going somewhere special, and I feel comfortable just wearing the clothes a woman my age would wear, going out to shops etc in jeans and a hoodie or jumper in winter and jeans and shirt in summer. I do wear make-up if I am wearing a dress or skirt as I feel that you should dress in a way you would not be embarrassed to be seen in.
My life in abbreviation.
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My earliest recollection of dressing was in my pre teens around 11 or 12. Though can remember fantasising when much younger about being a girl. Would have house to myself and raid mothers closet. I was at the time infatuated with a pair of red heels she had, even if a bit big for me at that time. As went through my teens spent a lot of time at my grandmothers and found mums younger sisters clothes available. Particularly liked her bikinis and when alone would flit around house and backyard. 21 saw me married and started dressing in my wifes clothes. Soon after ventured into shops and made a few purchases of my own. Guess from then on I would build up my wardrobe, eventually purge all my clothes. Sometimes this was necessary after wife found a few of my items, also tell you that she sprung me a couple of times early in marriage dressed but that was in her clothes. At 64, just recently reached that milestone am more into being Ellie than I have ever been. Don’t venture out dressed, but enjoy shopping as I have learned that apart from a few strange looks from time to time most shop peoples don’t worry and often quite helpful. Today I get time to myself on a regular basis so am able to enjoy a couple of days at a time in Ellie mode. Biggest problem today is trying to keep my Femme gear close at hand but hidden.
