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When I was 3 or 4 years old my parents took me to a cottage north of Toronto. They went for a motor boat ride and left me with the lady who owned the cottage. She wanted me to go swiming with here but I didn't have a swimsuit. She made me wear a pair of he daughters panties (I really didn't want to wear them). That is my earliest memory of being dressed up. When I was 10 years old I put a dress on that my brothers and I found in a house we moved into.
When I was 26 I met a lady who wanted me to dress up for her. That was the first time I put on a corset. She also dressed me completely, and it was a terriffic turn on. I've been dressing ever since.
When I was 40 my mother told me that she dressed me as a girl when I was a baby. Everyone always told her I was a beautiful baby, but I can't remember that.

That's my story ladies. I might add that I have purged myself many times and I always came back to cross dressing. I'm glad I still do. I'm not sure why but I'll never stop cross dressing.

Charlene

Hi, Charlene.

That's an interesting path you've had. Three different women dressed you at different times (and in different ways, of course.) Is there a pattern there?

Like you, I've purged many times. When I think of some of the lovely things that are gone forever, I sigh a bit sadly. None of us quite knows the why behind what we do, but while the urge can be repressed for awhile--even for years sometimes--it never departs. It's who we are, and the great thing about the gals on this site, is that everyone makes you feel so lovely. And loved. So me, too--I'll never stop because it's part of who I am.

Sara

Hi Charlene!

Thank you for posting your beginning.

I agree with Sara, that is very interesting so many women dressed you in something femme. I have never had someone want to dress me up. I've always had to be the one to say, "Can I huh, can I, can I, huh?"

Maybe it's because when I'm not dressed, you just can't tell.

When I went for my interview to the local support group here the interviewer told me later she thought. "Ummm.. this is going to be bad." She didn't even recognize me when I walked by her.

Your beginnings story was tre' cool!

Thanks again Charlene!!
Beauty

For the most part when talking about my beginnings with CDing I say I was 10 years old when I started dressing up as a girl. Well, to totally honest about it I was ten years old when I started dressing up as a girl on my own. Prior to that there were a few events in my life that I have only recalled from my memory in the past few years.

The first evnet was before I was five years old we lived in a two flat on the South side of Chicago. My grandparents on my fathers side lived in the downstairs flat. I can remember one time when my mother dressed me up totally as a little girl head to toe even some blush and a little lipstick on my lips. She currled my hair and even put pink ribbons it. When I went out into our back yard my grandfather, a big Irish Chicago Firefighter, was sitting on the back porch and when he saw me he asked me who's little girl I was? When I told him he laughed and said I was a very pretty little girl now and I should go play with the other girlies with their dolls. That was when I can remember for the first time in my life being humiliated by what my mother had done to me and I ran back into the apt crying.

The second event was a year or two later after we had moved out of the city to the burbs and into a house with a basement. I remember my sister, who was 5 years older than I, and myself playing in the basement and my sister always dressing me up as a girl because she wanted to be the cowboy that rescued the girl in destress form the indians or bad guys.

The third event is that whenever I lost an artical of clothing like a hat or gloves my mother would replace whatever it was with a girls artical of clothing. Like if I lost a hat I had to wear a girls scarff, if I lost a glove I had to wear girls pink mittens. Wonder what I would have had to wear if I had lost my pants

The fourth event was that whenever I did something wrong like got my clothes dirty or did not act the way my mother thought I should as a boy she would make me stay in the house and wear my sisters clothes.

Final event about ten years ago my wife and I were over at my folks house for a lazy Sunday afternoon and my parents, wife and I were just sitting talking about family and the old days when my mother went into telling us the story that when she was PG with me she just knew I was going to be a girl. She was so sure that she didn't even think of a boys name or buy any boys baby clothes. She also stated that the name she had picked out for me if I had been born a girl was Nancy. I found that very interesting because the name I had given to my self years before my mother ever told us this story was Nancy.

Sorry if this is to long but reading the post about being dressed up by others brought this back to me.

It's funny, reading these experiences. They bring back memories that I didn't remember before. Things that I did in my youth and even dreams that I have had. But dreams is another topic.

I do not remember if I had said this after I read Nancy's post. I remembered when my dad was dating this woman who had an older daughter. Teen years I think. We one time went to my father's girlfriend's friends cabin up at a lake where the daughter friend(have I lost you yet) my father's girlfriend daughter friend dressed me up and put makeup on me when I was young.

It's a memory that sticks there just on the edge.

Jessie

Jessie, how old were you when this girl dressed you up and what did you do or did she have you do once she dressed you? Also did your father and or his girlfriend see you dressed? What do you recall about how you felt being dressed and made up like a girl?

Just my normal nosie self asking questions if you don't want to answer I understand.

Nancy I am unsure as to my age. I think it was before I was 10 or slightly over I am not sure. During the 80's my dad had a lot girlfriends. This is one I remember he had the longest relationship with until his second and current marriage. Now as to the rest. Yes I believe they did see me. I remember that they did the makeover on the second floor and there was a kind of balcony that you could look over to the main living room and the whole party saw me. The makeup I think was mostly powders. At the time I do not recall any feelings only that I was the center of attention for a while.

Jessie