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Hey girls

I have not told my mom yet
she knows everything else about me. My wife and my best mate know and are cool and very suportive.
but not sure how to tell my mom, its kind of difficult as she lives in spain so i dont see her much, if it was face to face im sure it would be easyer but on the phone??

Thanks
Neve xx

I sat down with her one sunday afternoon and showed her pictures. I said "Mom, these pics are me. I'm a crossdresser." There was stunned silence for a few seconds, with looks to me, to the pics, and back, and finally, she smiled, saying "Nothing you could do would make me not love you."

As I've explained more of my feminine side to her, she's accepted it, and I couldn't ask for a more supportive person in my life. She calls me "the daughter she never had".

I accidentally showed her a picture.

She didn't know it was me, so I could have lied when she asked who it was.

So, I told her. She didn't believe me at first.

She is quite accepting.

I was face to face with both parents, although it took me about 9 beers to do it. My recent post is in the CDchat i think.

Best of luck when the time comes!

M mother found out via a blog post on myspace. I wrote a long blog in 2006 to all of my friends on myspace. My mother is on my myspace and now face book. She had caught me a few times but I managed to come up with a quick and believable story, kind of. I had dropped hints as well. This site helped me.

I never told her, and never felt she had a need to know.

Zari

I don't know if I could ever tell my mom. I wish I could. But she walked in on me getting dressed when I was nine and saw I was putting on pantyhose under my jeans and flipped. She told me how evil I was for this and that if she ever found me doing it again she would disown me. She then made me take them off and dragged me out to the family, (father - Army drill instructor, Sister -Church leader, Brother -who I looked up and admired more then anyone else) and told them what she had found me doing. They all laughed at me and my mother made me give my word I would never do it again because it was a sin.

In my embarrassment I gave my word and took my punishment. My mother took my door off my bedroom after that and I was not aloud to lock myself in any room in the house, not even the bathroom. Until I was 18 and moved away from home, I only dressed when I knew no one would be home for hours. I go find some of my sisters old cloths put them on and sit and do my homework. I'd always change back about an hour before I knew someone would be home.

So no.... I don't think I could ever tell my mother. But I would love to be able to. To tell her that this doesn't change who I am. That it is a part of who I am.

When you tell your mom. Let us know how it goes. I would so love to hear a good mother/son story about this.

I set myself to be caught. I knew that mom would be the first one to come home and so I went into her room and dressed myself in her bra, panties, and pantyhose underneath my bathrobe. I have very pale skin and my socks only came up to the mid calf range and my robe stopped about two inches above the knee. This means there was an area of about 5 inches of my legs exposed and the suntan pantyhose were QUITE noticeable. I heard her keys in the front door and timed my exit from her room with the moment she was in the apartment and closed the door behind her. She saw me coming out of her room and asked “What are you doing in my room”. “Nothing” I said, I can see her eyes move to my legs and she asks me with a knowing smile “What are you wearing? You have a box of your sisters bras in your closet (I was storing them there for her honest, [besides, they didn’t fit me]), and now this”. I smiled and said “No, I don’t have a box of bras, only one”, and I opened my robe exposing myself wearing her underwear. She smiled and said “Well, you know you can’t just walk around in a bra and panties, let’s find you something to wear over them.” With that, we went back into her room and she proceeded to find me something to wear over the top of the lingerie, and she gave me permission to wear her things until we could go shopping and buy me some of my own as long as I washed all of her things before I returned them. Now, she gives me lingerie and femme clothing as gifts, and she calls me her daughter as well as her son.

Kandis

I didn't have to tell her. She knew I didn't like wearing boys clothes and that I preferred wearing my sisters dresses and panties. It wasn't a big deal, she was very cool about it.

She's no longer alive, but although I never even talked about it, I'm sure she knew.
I had hidden a couple of suitcases of clothes in the attic while I went to work abroad and after I got back not only did I found they had been opened, but I later discovered two of my best skirt suits hanging in her wardrobe!!!!

Even better, I saw her wearing one of them, and it looked great on her
(I always reckon I'd better taste in clothes than her, anyway!)
I was tempted, once or twice, to ask for them back,.....but

I never even asked who discovered the clothes, but I'm sure she knew they were mine.
I lived with her for the last few years of her life and she used to go visiting her sister for a week every month: I suspect it was just her way of saying "you can do your dressing while I'm away"

Alas I never got the chance as she died before my 19th birthday. I had nursed her from the age of 12 through terminal breast cancer and numerous lumpectomies and a double mastectomy.

I was dressing back then but that was necessarily of secondary importance and Susan did not really materialise for a few years after this. I was very close to my mother and I still miss her more than 30 years on. I have one blessing in my daughter has a lot of my mother's looks and characteristics.

Just my little story.

I grew up with two older sisters an older female cousin who lived with us, my twin sister and my mom.
My mom has pictures of my sister and I dressed alike in dresses when we were very little and when I was 7 two of my sisters and my cousin dressed me up for hours.
I never liked boy clothes so I wore my twin sisters things as much as possible because I always wanted to look like her. In my mind being twins meant I should have been a girl too and something just went wrong.
I think my mother understood it saved her money when I just wore my sisters clothes at home and boy clothes at school and never did anything to stop me but eventually she had to buy me girl things to match my sisters when I finally began to out grow her or I would just wear my older sisters things and she always had a fit when anyone touched her stuff.
Even though my mom lives in a different city she she still calls us and tells us about sales at Macy's and Khols.

my mom found my panty stash when i was 16 and she asked me about about it ( are you gay)but i still have not told her that i wear more than panties and probaly never will.

I think my mum knew. she always dressed me as such as a little boy

Hi all,

My father told her when I was about 11 years old. My dad's girlfriend at the time (now his wife of 30+ years) found me in the downstairs den very early one morning--asleep--dressed in a skirt, blouse, hose, and heels and promptly ratted me out to my father, who then got in touch with my mother.

I remember vividly the conversation I had with my mother several days later when she came to visit. I vehemently denied that 1) I liked boys, 2) I wanted to be my own girlfriend, and 3) doing this gave me a sexual thrill. I was red-faced and ashamed for most of the hour she spent asking me questions. To be fair, though, she didn't "grill" me; she was merely intensely curious and handled the whole conversation as lovingly as she could (my father, on the other hand, has never discussed this issue with me and doesn't want to).

All my life, my mother is the only person who's ever been totally accepting of this side of me, even going so far as to donate some of her discarded clothing to me and giving me makeup lessons when I got older (in the 70s, when she worked as a Revlon consultant).

To this day, she remains fond of "Christina" and will show her friends photos of me with pride, she says.

Love,
CJ