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I am the youngest in a family of four.I have two older sisters and an older brother.When I was brought home from hospital, my sisters thought I was the cutest thing they'd ever seen.One sister was seven years older, the other, five.They used to dress me up in their dolls' clothes fairly often.They played "house" with me, curled my hair, and generally had their way with me. I was a very placid baby, and the girls had a field day feminizing me. I know this because I have vague memories of it, which have been confirmed by my mother (now 94 )I supposedly had "the most beautiful blue eyes",and she often said that I would have made the prettiest girl.

Now, the dolls they had were quite large, and usually had satin, "little girl" style dresses with full skirts and petticoats.I believe this is where I acquired my taste for satin, and full skirt dresses.

I have no further memories of desiring to wear dresses til I was about 10 .I was a very naiive boy and I thought that girls were merely boys whose mothers had chosen to bring them up as girls - yes, really! About this time I started to look at girls in their soft , feminine dresses and began to think, "I'd like to be a girl and wear those pretty things."So I asked my mother why I wasn't brought up a girl. Well, she quickly filled me in on the facts of life - but nicely. Now I was shocked, but still wanted to wear dresses, but said nothing more. I used to watch a programme on T.V. called " Ballroom Dancing" and would marvel over the beautiful satin and tulle dresses the ladies wore.

However, I never did sneak into my susters' room and try on their clothes.I simply fantasized .However, I had my first "wet dream" about a dress. I dreamed that I found a sort of castle with a room high in a tower with trunks of beautiful full dresses. I sneaked in and slipped one on , and at that moment, an explosion of pleasure hit me, and I woke up.Oh, dear! I didn't know what to do, but I quickly threw my pyjama pants in the hamper and got a new pair out. for the next couple of years I continued to fantasize about dressing and self pleasure myself.

However, when I was 18, my older sister got married, and moved away.( I didn't realize till years later that she'd been pregnant at the time, but wonder of wonders - she remained happily married for 35 years till her husband died.) Anyhow, They packed her wedding dress and net petticoats in the cupboard of her room, which they gave me! The first time I looked in that cupboard and saw the plastic bag containing the gorgeous fairy princess - style wedding dress I nearly fainted! That night, I waited what seemed an eternity until everyone was asleep. I made sure the door was shut and locked.and quietly withdrew the dress from the cupboard. Oh, heaven!- there were petticoats to go with it.

My heart pumping so loud it seemed someone might hear it, I unzipped the dress and took off all my clothes. As the satin brushed against my skin I became aroused like never before.I slipped into the pettis,slipped the dress over my head, pulled up the zipper (luckily it ended at the small of my back),and began to prance around, feeling the heavenly swish of the fabric on my body.Oh, Joy! I have never been so happy, or aroused. After I had completed pleasuring myself I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to get out of this dress. I frantically undid the zipper, took off everything,and got dressed in my pyjamas.
I mopped up my "mess",quietly stuffed the dress and pettis back into their bags and got into bed . I felt supremely happy.I slept well.

Over the next two years I wore that dress. I hope no-one heard me. To avoid the mess, I later stole one of my mother's slips from the clothes hamper and wore that under the pettis.I don't know if I was found out but two years later, in a clean up of my room, the dress was taken away. I don't know where it went. I was heartbroken! From that time I started stealing odd dresses from my other sister until she got married. After that, I took a beautiful multi coloured satin summer dress of my mother's and hid it in a box under my bed.
That's how I got started

Hi Michelle,

Oh my! That was such an awesome beginnings story!!!

I often wish I'd had a sister so I could have shared this part of myself with someone in my family much earlier. I'm always so envious of those of us who've had sisters.

Thank you so much for sharing your beginnings with us and I pray you'll share more of yourself with us too.

Beauty

Great story Michelle.

When I was younger, I was constantly told that 'my looks were wasted on a boy' and things like that.

I wish my sisters were like yours and dressed me up.

Becca xxxx

Hi, Becca,

Yes, I thank the Lord for my sisters.

I can see from your picture why people said 'your looks were wasted on a boy'. You've got the long neck, slender body and soft features that look so good en femme.

It's funny how, as a child and teenager, we are often embarrassed or unhappy about our looks, but later, are so happy we had them.

I remember, I was so embarrassed about my skinny arms that I used to wear a long sleeved sweater all the time to hide them, even on the hottest days. I'd be sweating like a pig, and someone would say, "Why don't you take that sweater off?", and I'd reply,"It's O.K. I'm not hot at all."I must have looked a right dork. If I'd known what I know now!

What a great story Michelle! I'm sure growing up was so much fun . I'm sure you don't regret any of it and are enjoying it more now. If only I had a sister that was like yours, my what fun I would have had when I was younger. Glad you shared your story with us. I know I enjoyed it.

Its amazing how we girls made a start in crossdressing we are all blessed in desiring to wear dresses. Because it hurts no one and its fun and if it gives you pleasure and does not kill you or anyone else then do it.

Without guilt.

Michele

What a great story! I also had a sister who dressed me as a baby. She wanted a sister and pretended I was a girl. I don't think it went on very long; my brother was born 13 mos. later. I often have these vague memories of it and I can't be sure if they are real, more of a feel than an actual memory.

I wonder how common it is for adult CDers to have been dressed by a sister. Seems to me I have heard of this frequently. When I first started to deal with my CDing I was so focused on the origin. I always came back to being dressed as a child, but I bet there is more to it than this.

In any event, a great way to start!

MJ

Your beginnings were very like mine. I used to have wet dreams about dresses too. I was obsessed with flowing gowns, wedding gowns and ball gowns. Mum had 2 gowns and I'd always wear them, even if they were twice my size. I'd just roll in them for an hour and just get sexually aroused. There was a time though when I could'nt wear her dresses, cause she used to padlock her door, It was torture, absolute torture, so I'd have to imagine being in beautiful gowns.