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I cannot remember a time when I wasn't fascinated by the secret allure of women and their beautiful clothes. The first time I remember wearing anything was at my cousin's house. She was a teenager, babysitting me at her parents' house. We were in the bedroom, where she was putting on her coat, in order to drive me home. A gold, silk kerchief, lying on the bed caught my eye. In spite of her standing right next to me I couldn't restrain myself from reaching out to feel it. It was a low bed, knee high to an adult, but up to my armpits, so I had to stretch for the kerchief. That's how small I was. My cousin, seeing me do it, picked up the kerchief and put it on me. Her exact words were "oh, precious...." She always said that, even to her cat. She then picked me up and carried me out to the living room, to show me to her three girlfriends, who were waiting for her on the sofa. I was embarrassed.
She tried to get me to wear it home " to show my mother". I knew I wanted to do it. I knew it was dark and no one would see me. But I realized my brother and grandfather would be at home, and they would see me too. I said no. I wanted to wear it, but I said "No." I knew there would be consequences. Even at that young age; 4, maybe 5 I was already thinking like a closet transvestite.

Hi April,

Isn't that funny how soon we are aware of "inappropriate" gender behavior? Yes from a very early age we are taught "little boys don't do that" or "little girls don't do that". We accept the education because we trust the adults. After all, they feed us and take care of our basic needs, something we could not do.

So by the time I figured out I was a girl, I just assumed I was insane. But as long as no one knew, I remained sane. At least to the world. And that's how I lived my life. Trained to live my life in the closet.

Love always,
Elizabeth

Yes, it is funny the things we are taught. When really. I reminds me of something my sister saif. looking at a picture of her two kids a boy and a girl. one in pink one in blue.. 'girls wear pink, boys wear blue'.. And I think. Why. its just a color. and pink is a nice color too.

I agree too April, my sister had some prety nice clothes too, that I just had to check out, when no one was around.

No more hiding in the closet for me. but it does make a good hiding place when you need it

Thanks for sharing that, April. It's quite a shame that we have to think that way. (...and are "taught" to do it at such a young age!)

Tahsa, I agree. In fact, I've seen guys in pink shirts that look really good. Pink is certainly not for girls only. Well, not anymore.

Elizabeth, I'm glad that, at least now, you're able to live in the gender you truly are.

Hugs,
Kyra

that's a compelling story April.....shame is a double edged sword isn't it? i was out shopping en femme today - Macy's, Ross Dress for Less, a little jaunt to Rite Aid....i mention it because i credit my membership here as helping foster the courage. that is here for you too. cheers!

Hi April, love that sil and nylon feeling, My mother asked my to ba a manakin for my sisters dresses when they were out. I enjoyed that afternoon.

Good Story,