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no kidding.

i have no idea what prompted me other than i had the opportunity and clearly the desire to explore.

it was innocent enough, i just wanted to wear my mom's panties. being a child in the fifties was a blessing in one respect -- women's underwear in that era were very feminine with more of an emphasis on silk and lace since nylon, spandex, and lycra either weren't yet invented or widely available.

so there i was in my mom's panties and my sister who is 9 years my senior walked into my parents bedroom. she didn't scold or belittle me, it's not in her nature, but she did tell me that i couldn't do that and i had to take them off and get dressed in my own clothes.

i don't believe it was her intent but i know that i did feel shamed.

but that memory stays with me as i think back to how i got here from there.

in my early teens with the on set of puberty the desire to dress would become very strong and i found outlets for my need to express my desires. for the longest time i thought those years were my begining until i remember that one day nearly 50 years ago now.....and i remember it wistfully.

thanks,
emily

Yea, memories can be fuzzy.

I thought my first experience was around 10, but then I remembered seeing a neighbor dress her brother, and I so wanted to change places with him. I was around 6 or 7.

Gotta love the 50's and early 60's, Em!! Always wanted an older sister back then to increase the fashion possibilities in the house. Welcome to CDF. rr

Hi Emily

Also Had my 1st experience when I was 7 - at the time didn't like it but now I enjoy the memory of being dolled up.

EmilyN wrote:no kidding.

i have no idea what prompted me other than i had the opportunity and clearly the desire to explore.


thanks,
emily

your kidding
just kidding

Actually early onset seems to be the most common factor, 4-5 for myself. Most not only being well before puberty, but before widescale contact with social/enviromenal triggers commonly cited as "the cause".

As pathetic as it sounds, I began by masturbating using my mother's underwear. Obviously, this would have been around the onset of puberty. I wish I had a more tasteful tale to tell, but that is the truth.

One other topic relating to puberty was that I remember being very adverse to the hair growing on my body. Could this also be a common experience and relate to CD?

I would be interested in hearing if anyone else had that same experience.

Johanna I did the same thing too- only I looked at Supergirl or Wonder woman comicbooks while I did it. My fav comicbook was when Superboy became Supersister. Dad caught me jacking off several times- called me a sissy.

I didn't start with masturbating with my moms underwear but when I hit late puberty I did progress to that with my girlfriends underwear. I expect this is very common among us.

Absaroka

It always more intense and satisfying when wearing her panties. It still is although they are my own now.

lol.....where did this thread go wrong!

again, i was only seven years old so self satisfaction of an erotic need was not a part of the equation.....and i think that is the important point, for me at least. not saying that didn't come to pass, but my story points out that the need/desire to dress occurred many years before my adult sexuality could have ever played a role.

all that said, go for it ladies!

lol

Emily, I caught that and I started at the same age. Well before puberty and I even started late. How many others started around this age?

Kim

It was Pre-Puberty for me too. When puberty came around (no pun), I didn't get it for a long time. Always been a blonde, I guess. rr

I was five. I tried on a gorgeous black crinoline my mother had hanging on a clothes rack in the attic. I loved how it felt to wear it and twirl. I also remember being jealous of the little girls in the neighborhood when they would play "dress up" in their mothers' heels.

I began like most with panties and bras. I used to stay with my aunt while mom shopped and often wander into her laundryroom where she would hang all her lingerie to dry. I was fascinated by the big silky panties hanging on the line. I would reach out and touch them and rub them between my fingers. Oh how wonder they felt. I then worked up the courage to take a pair off the line and carry them around in my pants. I would find a secluded place and take them out and just study them. I began taking panties into her bathroom and actually putting them on. I was hooked from then on. This was in the late fifties early sixties when panties were so much prettier. I have been dressing now for over fifty years.

My first clear memory of CDing was was aged four wearing a little grey pleated skirt, navy blue kickers, white ankle socks and brown sandals playing with my sister and her friend Margaret at her house. I remember Margarets Mum telling me what a pretty little girl I made.