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I started early
Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 11:12 am
by Karen KC
I started around 5 or 6 y. o. wearing moms undies, then it went to her thigh hi"s. She caught me several times, but brushed it off by saying its just a phase. All I know it was something I had to do!! Later I was playing baseball in the back yard while wearing one of her slips and busted the strap. Later when she found it, I was punished for a week but i continued to wear her stuff. so many years passed and Here I sit fully dressed, writing about my past!!
luv y"all Karen
Re: I started early
Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 3:46 pm
by Anita
Hi Karen--
Welcome to the forum. Your story is a familiar one, here.
Re: I started early
Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 8:40 am
by Carol Ann

oh how well I remember the first time my mother caught me wearing her cloths when I was 14.
Wow did I get a chewing out all because I was wearing her best dress and heels, upset about her dress and was told I was to young to be wearing heels. So I had to take off her dress and almost fell down because I hadn't taken the heels off yet.
Anyway a long story short she made me wear a plain simple blue skirt and a plain white blouse and I had to go with her to have her dress dry cleaned and then to the grocery store.
That was my punishment for getting caught.

Re: I started early
Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 3:23 pm
by Requal Jo
Thanks for your story Carol Anne.
I did not have to wear my mother's clothing as I had two older sisters clothes to wear when able. I did get caught a couple times by one or both of my sisters however they did not mind as they used to dress me as a girl and take me out when I was 3 to 6 years old. I do not know if my mother ever knew.
Re: I started early
Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 5:01 pm
by ArleneMcCarthy
Lovely story, thank you for sharing. I stsrted at about age 6 to 8. Now I live as a woman.
Re: I started early
Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:17 pm
by Paulette
Would that my parents were so cool, or clueless.
I was caught around age 13 stealing underwear from clotheslines, and was put in a closed ward for the insane and given electroshock treatments for several months.
Slowed me up for a while, but never really stopped me.
(Sorry, but stories of happiness and light only make me sad . . . not that anyone should stop from telling there's, but few of us have had an easy time after discovering our attraction to dressing.)