This is how I got my start...

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Erica S
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This is how I got my start...

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My beginning was in my teens, I guess it was when I was about 12 or 13. When my mother was out of the house and I was the only one home I would go into my sister’s room (she was about 16) and find a bra of hers and try it on. It felt wonderful, you know with those soft, satiny cups against the skin, it made me feel very different in a way I would enjoy more as the years went by. Next when the time was appropriate I went into my mother’s room to find her under clothing I could try on. Panties, pantyhose, girdles, slips and her bras, where some of the undergarments I would routinely put on and they made me feel good. My mother had some full slips and they felt good on me, I guess that is what got me going. This feeling was so different than the boy clothing I would were every day. I especially liked her girdles. It was the mid 70’s and they where tight and I loved the material they where made of, it felt good against my skin. I did like the feel of pantyhose too, the silkiness all over my legs, wow what a turn on. This dressing went on for a few years, on and off again. I tried to borrow a bra from my sister; they fit better, to have in my room for nighttime to put on. I like to try on my mom’s blouses with a stuffed bra, it made me feel feminine, and I was not sure at the time why I liked it, but I did.

My dressing up stopped when I was about 17 and did not begin again till I was in my 20’s. For a while I stared to accumulate some lingerie. I loved the way it felt on me. I was married at the time and my wife did not mind as long as I did not wear it outside. When I was about 29 I purged and got rid of all the clothing I had.

My desire to start having women’s clothing started again about 3 years ago, and has been getting stronger since. My first piece of clothing I got was from JC Penny online. It is a pant liner, and I wear it all winter as it feels good and it can not been seen. I have gotten some satin shells from Blair as they feel good too. My wife (different one) now does not know about the pant liner, but she does know about my shells and a camisole I bought. I since have gotten my first very one pantyhose and I still love they way they feel.

I have acquired a bra of my wife, too small for her, so she does not miss it. I wear it when I can and it is snug, but I like it as it gives me a good feeling. I am working on more but need the courage to go and be fitted properly for a bra and then try on some skirts and blouses.

I will post some more as this has gotten long winded.
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PhylissH
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Welcome Erica

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I did much the same as you but I did not have a sister. I was spending the night with a freind a maid a coment about his sisters clothes being everywhere, I was already intrested in girls clothes just never had the oprotunity. Dont remember what was said but he ended up daring me to put on some of her things,it only took a minute before Iwas dressed.
Amost forty years later I still love the feel of panty hose on my shaved legs
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Angela
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Post by Angela »

I've got four older sisters so dresses, skirts etc. were always available and I took full advantage and I've loved dressing as a girl all my life. My only regret is that I can't dress full time. That's why I'm looking forward to retirement when I'll be able at last to live the rest of my life as a woman and be myself and not have to go through the rediculous pantomime of pretending to be a "man".
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Angela
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