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I remember the moment I started. I was about 5. My brother and I shared a room. He used to dare me to sneak out of the room at night and see if I would get caught. I would sneak out, then if I heard something, I would hop into the clothes hamper. While in there, some of my mom's clothing would be in there, and I can still remember the perfume smell. It was wonderful. Some silky things, some satin, some nylon etc. Then, in order to get my brother to like me, one night I went and stole a pair of my mom's nylons that she had hung over the towel rack in the bathroom to dry. I put them on and danced on the bed for my brother. He laughed like hell. It felt good to me to be wearing them, and it felt good that I could entertain him. There was a brief lapse after that, where I didn't do it again (Catholic guilt), but in a year or so, I felt compelled. I started raiding my mom's drawer. I had a blanket with a small rip in it where I could stash stuff. I would steal one thing, wear it a while at night, then stash it in the blanket. After that got old, stole something else. wore it a while, etc. Well as you can imagine, after a while, my mom was missing a lot of manure, and my blanket got pretty thick. I was still sharing a bedroom with my brother, and still too young to get wood, but dressing was a part of me. My dad took my brother and I on a fishing trip, when we returned, I found my blanket empty. I KNEW my mom KNEW. She never said anything, but I KNEW. I was horrified. I gave it up for a bit after that, but she always returned. I was caught many times. Not in the act, but by preponderance of the evidence. At one time, I had my best friend over. we were looking for something I had lost in my room. He lifted my matress and found a pair of nylons. He said what is this? I said I dunno? :| I don't think he bought it. The stories go on and on. They have made me want to claim my life more than once. After 31 yrs of CD'ing, I am finally getting to the point where I can say screw it, its me, deal with it. No one loves me. I have very few friends, some aquaintences. But the girl inside me will live on beyond all of them.

-- Laura

Laura

I found my blanket empty. I KNEW my mom KNEW. She never said anything, but I KNEW.

I can relate, happened to me too.

After 31 yrs of CD'ing, I am finally getting to the point where I can say screw it, its me, deal with it.

Good for you

I think you'll finds some friends here And hopefully find your SO in life in the near future.

Well i dont have many real friends and the ones i have only one knows about me crossdressing
I felt i need to tell him he was realy ok he said well if thats what makes you happy who am i to tell you otherwise he still comes over and isnt botherd by the fact i wear highheels at home in the evenings
So thats what i call real friends
My mother is a differant story she still cant talk about it
And last but not least my Wife she's realy great she doesnt mind me doing it as long the kids dont see it and if she's not around ( she only knows for 2 weeks now so she still needs time to get to the point were she wants to see me dressed)


Mellissa

So you have an SO. What confused me was you said:

No one loves me.

And last but not least my Wife she's realy great she doesnt mind me doing it as long the kids dont see it and if she's not around ( she only knows for 2 weeks now so she still needs time to get to the point were she wants to see me dressed)

Most do need time. Some seem OK at first, then don't like it, then come around again. I think at one point early on my wife saw me dressed too often, and that is when she got turned off. So, your right, take your time, ease her into it, and don't go overboard.

Laura,
It is great to reach the point where you finally discover that yes, it is me and I like being me and if that is the way it is and society does not like it - tough, I like myself!
Keep the faith girl
Virginia

Yes, Laura nice story. Where would CDs be without moms clothes. In your case, your brother might have had a hand in your begining to dress.
I am glad you come to this point in acceptance in what you. It's good that you live for yourself and not what others think.

Love Amelie