Having / not having a sister?

[Alana]

No sisters. I was the third of seven brothers. So there was no influence either way on my crossdressing as a result of having sisters or not having them. Brothers definitely had no bearing on my crossdressing.

Apparently I was supposed to have been a girl. At least that's what my mother hoped for and she and Dad had a feminine name picked out for me, ready to go. No amniocentesis (not sure of the spelling) to determine gender of the fetus back in those days. Each of the brothers thereafter was also supposed to be a girl. Mom has said that she finally got her daughters through her sons' marriages.

As to having sisters causing men to be less respectful of women; I don't think that has a bearing on being disrespectful. If so, the fights and hassles of having brothers should also make women, and even men, disrespectful of men. I was taught to respect others, regardless of how I perceived my siblings or their behavior.

I sometimes wonder if any of my brothers, particularly the younger ones, are also crossdressers. To the best of my knowledge, none of them are. For whatever reason, I appear to be the only one with the "gift," as Virginia calls it.

I came out to my mother this last year and told her that she did have a "daughter." However, her memory is failing and she doesn't remember much anymore. Sometimes she doesn't even remember my name; she has to ask which of her sons I am.

Alana

[Leeza]

I had an older half brother and a younger sister. I don't think either played much of a role in my crossdressing, although the Christmas after Mom figured out that I had been piercing my ears, my half brother and his wife gave me a pair of hoop earrings. Oh was I embarresed, but I liked them. In fact hoops are still one of my favorite designs.

. Sometimes she doesn't even remember my name; she has to ask which of her sons I am.

The loss of memory is so sad. For several years before my mother passed I knew she was loosing her memory although she always knew me. After her passing my sister and I were talking and she said that often times mom would not know her (sis) when she went to see her.

Leeza

[Hope]

I'm with Donna, no sisters, just two older brothers. It is what it is. Nothing we can do about it, and I'm not sure outside influences are the culprits.

IMHO

Hope

[Absaroka]

My relationship with my sister made me more respectful of women, although perhaps less "chivalrous".

I have a number of friends who are lesbians. It occurs to me maybe I like lesbians because with sex out of the way it is like having another sister.

Absaroka

[BrendaAnn]

I was an only child, but I did have a girl cousin who came to live with us when I was a teen. But even before that, I was jealous of her dresses and pretty things. My mom also dressed me as a girl for 3 straight Halloweens starting when I was 12. I looked forward to Halloweens during those years. After my cousin came to live with us after that 3rd Halloween, mom didn't dress me up anymore. My cousin was 3 years younger than me, and when she came to live with us, I had hit a growth spurt and could no longer wear her clothes.

[JoAnnDallas]

I grew up with two older sisters. Being the youngest and a male, I was always getting yelled at for leaving the tolite seat up and such. So I learned quickly that it was easier just to sit and pee and other things that normally only woman do. Now these things are second nature. Even my Dad started sitting to pee, just to keep peace in the family. We were out numbered 3 to 2 (2 sisters, 1 mother). LOL
I will admit that growing up with older sisters may have influenced my CDing a lot, but did not start it.

[Ann Stef]

Some boys grew up without sister. They got fascinarted with trying on their mothers underwear. Those with sisters, may have had a play time where they tried on their sisters dresses. Underwear may have come later in the 2nd case. Either way, the feeling is there.

[Amber]

I am not sure how to answer that question. Having a sister did not make me want to dress, I wanted to try on those fem things. But having a sister meant that I had clothing that was appropriate for my age. I don't think I would have ever tried on my mother's things. For me that would have just been too much.

[Robyn Katie]

Hi Amber, and welcome!

Yes, trying on mother's things seems undoable to anyone of adult age. But as a child -- and having no sister -- that was my place to turn, and it was enormously, fearfully exciting.

If I'd had a sister, though, I doubt I'd have tried on anything of my mother's. It would have been natural and just as exciting to head straight to my sister's things.

Wow ... wish I'd had a sister. Always have.

When I was too young to know much of what was involved, I pleaded with my mom to bring me a sister. I can still remember how daring and desperate it felt to ask that question ... and how bemusedly she answered something to the effect that, well, that wasn't really within her control. Was I ever disappointed!

Love, Robyn Katie

[Susan]

I am the eldest of three boys. My mother always wanted a girl but it wasn't to be. I don't attribute my dressing to this. It has always been a part of me since I could remember.

[Wendae]

Wish I had of had a sister. I can hear those that do laughing.

[Tania María López]

I have four sisters and four brothers.

I have always had a very good ralation with one of my sisters, one year younger. We grew up together, always had the same group of friends, and we have been working together in our own bussines for more than 25 years now.

I would like to be her "sister", but it had not an influence in my crossdressing.

[ChrissyT]

I definately think that my having sisters promoted my crossdressing tendencies. First, I saw that girls received different treatment from adults. When I was young (in the 1970s), girls got hugs and kisses and boys got hand crushing handshakes and slaps on the back from men, and pinched cheeks or, at best, kisses on the cheeks from women. They were told how cute, pretty and beautiful they were, and I got told how big or tall I was getting. Honestly, telling a ten year old boy that he is big or tall means nothing to him. Being gushed over about how cute and pretty you are means all the world to little girls.

Secondly, girls got complimented on their clothes. And they got to wear attractive, colorful clothes. In the 1970s, it wasn't unusual for my sisters to wear brightly colored clothes with wild patterns. My sisters wore pantyhose in colors that included navy blue, light blue, yellow, dark green, lime green, yellow, red, orange, purple and pink, in addition to more standard colors. As a boy, I got bland dark colored pants, white shirts, black socks and black or brown shoes. No one complimented me on my clothes.

Thirdly, when my sisters, who were 18 months and three years older than I, were teens, they began wearing some pretty provocative clothes. Remember, it was the 1970s. My sisters wore short skirts and dresses with pantyhose in every color of the rainbow, and interesting shoes like high heeled loafers, platform sandals, and pumps. The first sweater dress and the first mini-dress that I ever wore belonged to my oldest sister.

All of those things made me want to be like them. And when I was presented with an opportunity to wear my oldest sister's pantyhose, I jumped at it. It didn't take long before I was wearing bras, blouses, sweaters, skirts, dresses, slips, pantyhose, nighties, and high heels. (For some reason, I didn't wear panties, which I now lover, until I was an adult.)

I sometimes wish that I had confessed my desires to my sister who was 18 months older than I. We were close then and I now think that she might have indulged my fantasies.

[RickS]

I had one older sister . Yes she influnced my crossdressing.
I wad 9 and she was 12 when she caught me looking at her panties. She got a pair for me to try on . Was hooked.
After that when the parents were away ay work she would dress me up as her sister.

[Bernice]

I had no sisters, and one much-younger brother. I was the daughter my mother always wanted, but could never accept, because of my male genitals. When my parent’s marriage ended, I soon learned that all men were evil – inherently evil, because many women said so. I had no desire to be evil. That may have played a factor in my crossdressing. The beatings (for getting caught crossdressing) did not.

Wearing my mother’s clothes was just about the only way I could crossdress. I tried making a skirt from a pillowcase, but it was a disaster.

Women were always a complete mystery to me, at least until I was about college age. It seemed that women were always unhappy with men, whether we immediately did exactly as they asked or not, though I was much more likely to comply with the requests of women that most males were (because males needed to be in charge). Until I was in college, the only effective way to make most women happy was to go far away and stay that way.

Obviously, I am glad that part of my life is long over.

Hugs,

Bernice