Jane's Beginnings
Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 8:51 am
It has only been over the last year or so that I have given any thought to when I became aware that I liked female clothes. My first recollections are sketchy, it was over 45yrs. ago, but I remember taking a coat of my mothers from her wardrobe. I rember the feeling of the lining on my bare shoulders and that my mother kept taking it away from me. I must have been 4 or 5 and there is no recollection of any punishment, but that my mom wasn't pleased.
My next memories are of school with, at that time (late 50s),most of the girls wearing full skirts and petticoats.The older girls wore stockings ( I had no idea of what held them up until later) and the sight of this filled with new feelings inside. I was very envious as I knew boys could not wear such beautiful clothes. I think what really got me going was seeing our young teacher's skirt blown up by the wind revealing her petticoats. I could barely contain my excitement at this vision of beauty but knew nobody else felt the same.
I remember iniating games with neighbouring girls involving swapping clothes with only moderate success. At the age of 10 or 11 I became aware of my mother's wardrobe. Most of you (or maybe all ) can imagine the total elation at discovering stockings, girdles and pretty nylon slips. Again you will know the feelings I never experienced until I wore them for the first time. I was in heaven the first time I wore full dress. One thought I remember at that time was, after learning that young girls looked forward to their first pair of nylon stockings, that their joy could not surpass the feelings of a young boy wearing stockings for the first time.
From then on I continued to dress in my mothers and sisters clothes until my mid 20s when I purchased some of my own. I always dressed in secret making sure not to be discovered and my sister recently told me nobody suspected. For a few years now I have been living alone and every evening after work I wear full female clothes but no makeup. If I am at home at weekends I experiment with the total feminine look.
Over the years I never purged as the clothes weren't mine and I never felt that guilty about what I was doing. Even though I am single I am happier now than ever and enjoy both my male and female side. I love the total contrast of being able to build a motor car from the smallest components and wear dresses in my spare time. Sorry for being so long winded but there is therapy in being able to tell of my crossdressing to others at last. Love Jane.
My next memories are of school with, at that time (late 50s),most of the girls wearing full skirts and petticoats.The older girls wore stockings ( I had no idea of what held them up until later) and the sight of this filled with new feelings inside. I was very envious as I knew boys could not wear such beautiful clothes. I think what really got me going was seeing our young teacher's skirt blown up by the wind revealing her petticoats. I could barely contain my excitement at this vision of beauty but knew nobody else felt the same.
I remember iniating games with neighbouring girls involving swapping clothes with only moderate success. At the age of 10 or 11 I became aware of my mother's wardrobe. Most of you (or maybe all ) can imagine the total elation at discovering stockings, girdles and pretty nylon slips. Again you will know the feelings I never experienced until I wore them for the first time. I was in heaven the first time I wore full dress. One thought I remember at that time was, after learning that young girls looked forward to their first pair of nylon stockings, that their joy could not surpass the feelings of a young boy wearing stockings for the first time.
From then on I continued to dress in my mothers and sisters clothes until my mid 20s when I purchased some of my own. I always dressed in secret making sure not to be discovered and my sister recently told me nobody suspected. For a few years now I have been living alone and every evening after work I wear full female clothes but no makeup. If I am at home at weekends I experiment with the total feminine look.
Over the years I never purged as the clothes weren't mine and I never felt that guilty about what I was doing. Even though I am single I am happier now than ever and enjoy both my male and female side. I love the total contrast of being able to build a motor car from the smallest components and wear dresses in my spare time. Sorry for being so long winded but there is therapy in being able to tell of my crossdressing to others at last. Love Jane.