When was your first experience of dressing, the one that never went away? Reading our stories, it seems most of of us had early, first experiences, and even though we might not have touched a dress or panties for decades after, the feeling never left us.
So please, tell us your story!
Here's mine:
I don't exactly recall when I first dressed, but I put the landmark at Halloween at age ten, when I asked my mom if I could be a girl. This seemed very natural to me, and I felt so VERY good as a girl. I had always admired girls and wanted to be just like them, so pretty and nice!
Before puberty, I do remember raiding my little buddy's mom's things, and remember that we both got sexually excited doing this. This was a different experience from my first desires to dress, and came, I'm sure, with the thrill of being naked and naughty with my friend.
I used to get home from school and be by myself in the house for a few hours. One day I went into my mom's room, (I don't know why) and looked through her lingerie drawer. I put on a pair of granny nylon panties and a slip. I was hooked then. I would try girdles, panties and long bras after that.
That feeling came back to me many times in my life. I would buy stuff, wear it for a while then get rid of it. At age 51 I bought breast forms. I threw in the towel after that. I will never go back as I am hooked.
I can actually remember fiding my mom's "falsies" when I was pre 2nd grade and holding them up to my chest in the mirror. The panties and slips, etc. all just followed naturally after that.
I've always had the "feeling", even though I've tried to ignore it many times. It never goes away. I hope it never will.
Lisbeth
I grew up in a family of mostly females. I was the only boy and the youngest. I have two older sisters. I remember when I was between 10-12, wearing my middle sister's clothing, since her clothing fit me better than my older sister or mothers did. We had this big hamper in the bathroom where all the dirty clothes were put for washing. I would go into the bathroom, close and lock the door, and open the hamper and go thru all the clothing in it. I would pull out panties and bra's, put them on, and stare at myself in the mirror. Later I when I was alone, I would take one of my sister's dresses, slip, and heels into the bathrrom. Change, open the door, make sure no one had come home while I was in the bathroom and then walk around the house. Later I even started walking out onto the patio dressed and even out onto the deck dressed. When both older sisters gradurated from HS and moved out, I started wearing my mothers clothing, but her feet were smaller so could not wear her heels, but I did have more time after school to dress up. When I was a senior in HS, I found a old worn pair of heels that fit me and used those with my mother's clothing until I went into the military. When I would come home on leave, I would pull those old heels out of their hiding place and dress up in my mother's clothing while mom and dad were at work. I kept those old heels even after I got out of the military and had a place of my own. Then one day, I happen to look in the dumpster in the apartment building and noticed someone had throw out an intire female warddrove. late that night, I came back and rescued all that I could. There were dresses, skirts, blouses, nightwear, heels, hose, foundation garments, a couple of wigs, and even a overnight case full of cosmetics. either some guy got mad at his GF and threw all her stuff away or was a CD and purged. It was not uncommon to find a box full of fem clothing sitting either in or beside the dumpster.
First time I dressed I was 6 years old, it was Halloween 1972. My mom decided that since my dad had dressed the night before for a party, that I should use the wig he borrowed from my mothers hair dresser. I also wore one of my mom's short skirts, nylons, padded bra, blouse, and a pair of high heels. and I fell in love with the feel of it all. So the next day when I got home from school and no one was home I went in search of new clothing items to try on. And I found a stash of cloths that my mom didn't wear anymore in the cedar closet. Which became my new play room after school.
I can remember it like it was yesterday, I was 14 home alone and just for fun try some of my mothers stuff on. There was no turning back even after I got caught.
Back when I was around 10 years old, I had the chore of cleaning up part of the basement so my dad could build in a weight/exercise room.
So I found myself going through boxes and boxes and more boxes (I'm a pack rat too, must run in the genes) and tossing things in the trash or in other boxes.
I came across a old nylon? nighty of my mom's. Probably from when she was little (at 5'2" she still is ), er younger. Don't know what it was, but I was moved to put it on. Back then I mostly ran around in only short pants, so on it went and it felt good on my skin.
I left it on and dove into the box find several more things, especially a peasant blouse and black skirt that went well together.
I've been curious most of my life, but it took a long time for the opportunity to present itself initially. I didn't have a sister to pilfer clothes from, and my mother's clothing never really appealed to me. I guess it could have been too utilitarian for my tastes.
The first time I actually found out how much I liked wearing feminine clothing was in my late teens. My girlfriend at the time thought it would be amusing if she suggested I wear various articles for hers - and I was happy to let her think that I was only doing it to amuse her. I haven't looked back since! It is interesting now that I think about my history that most of my steps forward in cross-dressing were taken with a partner. I guess it's always been something I wanted to share, not something to hide, and seeing even a hint of acceptance is enough to get me to take that next step.
~ Kimberly
“To escape criticism do nothing, say nothing, be nothing." - Elbert Hubbard
The feeling was there from arond age 6 or 7, but it did not really come out until age 11. One day I had an overwhelming urge to try on a girdle and stockings. So I borrowed on of mom's. Once I finally got it on and then hooked up the stockings to the garters on the girdle, I felt just utterly fantastic. From that moment, it never went away..... On occasional times when I was home alone, I'd also put on a half slip and maybe a skirt. On many occasions, I would also wear a girdle, stockings and half slip under my drab clothing --- even on trips outside the house --- to the store, etc.!!
It wasn't until I was finally on my own that I could really buy my own things. I'd the go to the department stores and have a field day buying things --- bras, girdles, stockings, nighties, dresses, heels, makeup --- the works!! I'm 62 now and the feeling and need to dress is stronger than ever. These days I feel more comfortable dressed than not.
I think it's very interesting that almost 60% of us first dressed before puberty, and another 20% were pre-teen. To me this indicates that the urge to dress isn't primarily sexual, even though later it might have been associated with sexual excitement (in my teens most everything was, anyway!).
That's certainly the case with me--I dress because I identify with being a woman and it feels right, oh so right.
I was 8 and playing hide and seek with my brother and a friend. I hid in my parents closet and stood behind my moms dresses. There was just something about them, how they felt and smelled. So I stood up inside my moms dress which was hanging on a hanger.
Even though I was only 8 it was incredibly sexually arousing. Which make sense since young boys are supposed to be sexually attracted to their mother according to most psychiatric theory. (Yes we have sexual desires long before puberty)
Anyway I was hooked. I did it again the next day and not that long after I started asking to stay home when my mom took the kids with her on errands. I used to think that if the cats could talk boy would they have tale to tell.
I was close to my mom as a child. I suspect the clothing just reminded me of her.
Sex is an incredibly strong reinforcer of various things, especially for children because they really don't understand what they are feeling. All I knew was that putting on my moms clothes felt incredibly good in that special way and place.
It's no wonder that an experience that strong, that forbidden, and that confusing stayed with me forever. I'm just glad it happened with something innocent namely clothing.
Freudian imagery and symbolism is very interesting in this area. For a long time I thought it was a bit wierd that looking at waterfalls would arouse me also. But it is classic Jungian and Freudian subconscious imagery.
A completely unrelated childhood experience was going to the train station to meet friends and relatives. It was always an exciting time for me. Trains also have all sorts of Freudian/ Jungian symbolism. But anyway I have always been fascinated by trains. I think that once more it is a matter of it being a powerful childhood experience that I never outgrew. And never felt a need to outgrow.
And so today I have a model railroad and a dress up box. And for me it's all just being playful. Some would say grown men doing this is childish. But so what. It's cheaper than a sports car or a yacht and more fun than golf.
Absaroka
everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon
My First clear memory of wanting to be like the girls was in the second grade.I seem to remember a time in kindergarten when I saw the girls wearing pretty clothes and feeling the need to be like them,but I cant be sure about it. The first time I got to wear anything feminine was at 14 years old.I had just gotten a paper route and after the first payday I went and bought some panties.It was a saturday and I will never forget the feeling of terror that need overcame to buy them.This was all made worst because the only store I could get to was the one my mother worked in during the week.No one ever said anything to me,thankfully.I feel so natural as a woman and get confused easily as I feel quite natural as a man also.
My first time to try on my mother clothes I was 11, On Saturdays my mom and dad would go to the grocery store, I would put on my moms stockings and panties and sometimes her favorite blue skirt. Well my parents went to the store, I got dressed and my parents would be gone about 2hrs, well this time they weren't gone that long need less to say I got caught. At that point my dad said that I was sick in the head. He made me wear my moms cloths and he made me walk around the neighbor hood. I was really embarrassed an did not wear my moms cloths again, At a later time after i got out of the military I bought my own cloths.
My own story is in here somehwere, but it's probably buried under the weight of my four and a half years on this board.
I was about four or five. My mother's nylons, shoes, lacy black girdle and matching longline bra. I seem to remember a tan or brown pantsuit in that outfit somewhere. But I'm not sure if that's possible or not; can a five year old dress completely in his mother's clothes and not have them drag on the floor behind him? I doubt it.
I only know this: I wore my mother's clothing long before I ever truly understood or appreciated the difference between puppy dog tails and sugar and spice.
Love,
CJ
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