My story, part 1

[Nancy A]

I was always a very sensitive child. Around age 12/13, many of the boys in my very repressive catholic school called me "gay" because I did not tease the girls the same way they did. I had a great deal more respect for them.

Flash back to an earlier age. I must have been about 4, and I was "wiggling" on the living room floor of my grandparents house. Just at the point of maximum good feeling/relaxation, my grandfather roared across the house "Quit that wiggling! It's a sin!".

Flash forward--age 13. I am feeling confused about who I am, and any time something feels good, I also feel guilty about it feeling good.

I spy my mothers bra on the basement dryer, and a pair of silky panties. I remember thinking to myself--if I am gay, as the other boys say, should I dress like a girl? I put on the bra and panties--it felt electric and forbidden. Naturally, I started to wiggle.

I sneak a silky pink nightie & panties from the laundry to my room and keep them hidden for at least a month. I hid them under the mattress--and to my horror, they are very wrinkled. My toughts are--I can't put them back, and perhaps I should wear them while I sleep.

I spend the night dressed in these silky items, and feel more excited (and guitly) than ever before.

Over the next two years, I would sneak items, wear them, wiggle, and so forth. Every time feeling excited and shamed. I take to creating my own versions of fem attire with what is available--an upside down bra subbing for a garter belt (so embarassing!). Around age 14, almost a year into dressing--I have my first climax--and am rather stunned by it.

Around age 15 I decide this is wrong (the catholic in me makes a roaring comeback) and I stop cold turkey until age 20.

To be continued...

[Trina]

hun im gay and i never "wiggled" as a kid dressed up.i started doing that much later in life lol.accept who u are and your fetish.its fine and from your posts it sounds like your so is aware of your fetish and accepts it.lucky you!!

[Vivian]

I love dressing like a girl, my wife loves being a girl. On that we see eye to eye. Just be the person you love and want to be. Being gay, bi or straight are labels. Love yourself and love somebody else. That is whats important.

Hugs Vivian