I try to get to the bottom of my memory to find some hidden events. I hardly get closer then my previous entry. One other early experience is when we were collecting scrap papers and clothes being with the boy-scouts. I remember taking a half-slip of the pile and putting it on , thinking only my fellow scouts would know as we were alone in the the fields. When I came home , my father -a well-known man in our village- was already informed and asked me if I had worn a half-slip! I denied and got very red.
Also, at home (I don't know why) instead of wearing pyjama's we wore a sort of nighties until about the age of 10; not realy girly ones but still.
Further recollections are about wearing my sisters bathing suit which was far too small!
I would love to ask my parents (both still alive and well) whether they had or have any clue obout my CDing. I haven't as yet dared to ask them, maybe one day.........
another "beginning"
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Mány B
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Mány B
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I would just like to add one more experience.
I must have been about 21 when I got the opportunity to drive all the way to Taizé a place in France known for its religious activities. I drove my sister and friends up there and returned alone. On that journey the front window of the car cracked and so I had to remain in the area one day longer then planned. I had a small hotel in Meursault. I decided that it was now or never. So I went shopping but I didn't have a lot of money at that time so I went to a supermarket were I bought a "set" consisting of panty and bra ( this was a in a -one size ,paperlike- material). Then I bought blue-green pantyhose (no style, I know). When paying I remember the saleslady warning me that I could not return the items in case of misfit. I then went to the market and after long hesitation bought me a very cheep dress. I hurried to the hotel and was of course disappointed. The "set" was very small and of poor quality and when I tried the dress it was way too small and I could hardly close the zipper.
Anyway I was in a dress and that was something. I kept it on to go to bed laying on top of the sheets and I remember that in the morning I found the door of the room unlocked and slightly opened. Maybe I forgot to lock it properly or...?
Enjoy
I must have been about 21 when I got the opportunity to drive all the way to Taizé a place in France known for its religious activities. I drove my sister and friends up there and returned alone. On that journey the front window of the car cracked and so I had to remain in the area one day longer then planned. I had a small hotel in Meursault. I decided that it was now or never. So I went shopping but I didn't have a lot of money at that time so I went to a supermarket were I bought a "set" consisting of panty and bra ( this was a in a -one size ,paperlike- material). Then I bought blue-green pantyhose (no style, I know). When paying I remember the saleslady warning me that I could not return the items in case of misfit. I then went to the market and after long hesitation bought me a very cheep dress. I hurried to the hotel and was of course disappointed. The "set" was very small and of poor quality and when I tried the dress it was way too small and I could hardly close the zipper.
Anyway I was in a dress and that was something. I kept it on to go to bed laying on top of the sheets and I remember that in the morning I found the door of the room unlocked and slightly opened. Maybe I forgot to lock it properly or...?
Enjoy
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Mány B
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Once (aged around 21) I was given the opportunity of going to the seaside for the weekend, pretending that it was better for my studies to be in a quit place. I stayed in my parents appartment on the 5th floor. I had about all my wowens clothes (a dress and a "mauve" skirt) a bra and pantyhose with me and some make-up. That was the first time I ever went out dressed and it was most thrilling.
I did study too, but you can imagine that those sessions were frequently interupted by going to the mirror, adjusting make-up and applying new lipstick. At last when I juged it late and safe enough to be able to go out, I put on my coat and descended the stairs -the elevator having the possibility of getting stuck- and finally felt the seabreeze on my legs. On the beach it was quit dark so there was no big risk. On returning however I choose to take the sea-drive which was lit and I remember feeling for the first time the fear that real girls or women must have when walking alone at night. It was a great experience and one I will never forget.
The following day, before going home I experienced the reverse feeling of guilt and lack of self-esteem and decided to end my CD-ing, packing all of my girl-stuff and sending it to the salvation army.
Initially I was proud of this move but I should have known by that time that it was in vain....
Thank you for bearing with me so long
I did study too, but you can imagine that those sessions were frequently interupted by going to the mirror, adjusting make-up and applying new lipstick. At last when I juged it late and safe enough to be able to go out, I put on my coat and descended the stairs -the elevator having the possibility of getting stuck- and finally felt the seabreeze on my legs. On the beach it was quit dark so there was no big risk. On returning however I choose to take the sea-drive which was lit and I remember feeling for the first time the fear that real girls or women must have when walking alone at night. It was a great experience and one I will never forget.
The following day, before going home I experienced the reverse feeling of guilt and lack of self-esteem and decided to end my CD-ing, packing all of my girl-stuff and sending it to the salvation army.
Initially I was proud of this move but I should have known by that time that it was in vain....
Thank you for bearing with me so long