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A Young Crossdressers Beginnings
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I just found out my Mom told a whole group of parents about an incident when she caught me in her cloths. Specifically, she caught me in her bra, panties, panty hose, and makeup. I am approaching thirty-five years old now and the individual that told me must have heard it from his mother, who was one of the other parents. We used to go camping every year and one night when the k**s were playing or sleeping the parents were talking. She let it slip that she caught me in her room with her undergarments. Or maybe she was proud I was in touch with my feminine side and experimenting at such a young age. He mentioned it to me recently all within ear shot of wife! My mom described to them that I said, “Look how pretty I am mom”, when she opened the door and saw me in her undergarments. I was pretty too! But I never thought she would tell other people! I thought she would forget. Even though I never forgot! In fact, to this day, I still remember the perfume, make up, big lacy bra, and sexy panties that were too big to fit right. I have never felt ashamed of that night. I must have been between the ages of 7 and 8. I wore a few items before but this was the fist time I did a full set of sexy wear. I even found little sample lip stick that I applied. Some lovely perfume too. This time I got caught. And I was fully fem. I had never been caught since then and I don’t think anyone else has seen me in my feminine form. And this was many years before I discovered the joy and purpose of erections, masterbation, and sex in general. I was literally a woman before being a man in my eyes. Still this moment defined my sexual awakening and awareness about sex, sexuality, and fetishes. Many fetishes to come. Women’s clothes always caught my eye. Glimpses of my mom and sister as they were getting dressed or undressed. When their garments were drying on the clothes line. Blowing gently in the breeze or placed on top of the clothes bahis siteleri canlı basket and sprawled on the bed ready to be put away. Better yet, all placed in neat stacks in the dresser drawers. Panty hose, underwear, dress slips, and especially bras. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE BRAS! ( . Y . ) They are a very unique garment specific to women. I love the shape of under garments, the colors, the sheen of the silk and satin, the lacy delicacy of the fabric, the sheerness of hosiery. It collectively attracted me and still does to this day. Even when walking through department stores while shopping, the under garments and lingerie departments were almost over whelming and attracting me…calling me. And why wouldn’t they be? My t-shirts and underwear were white, dull and boring. I longed for more. Much more. And I would go to great lengths to explore my feminine side by dressing in all kinds of women’s clothes. Things like a full or half slip were so nice to pose in. I remember they all had a sexy lace band along the bottom. When I was younger a short slip fit me better. Oh how I love silk, satin and lace touching my skin! Soo sensual! My Mom was full figured and I was a young boy so things didn’t fit well. But I didn’t care. Often my sister’s would fit better or my mother kept a few dresses from her high school years far in the back of a spare closet. I would soon grow into women’s clothes of my own.
That night, after supper, I snuck upstairs to try on her cloths. I had turned on one of her dresser lamps, very dim soft light. Perfect for the softness I would soon find myself caressed in. I began to rummage through her unmentionables. The bra was first and I fumbled with the clasp and strap adjustments. I cannot recall the color but is was probably white. My mom had mainly white, black, and tan/beige I filled the cups with socks, which is very standard. The bra was quite large and out of proportion on my frame. I clasped it in front on my chest casino şirketleri then I slipped each strap over my shoulder. Next came the tan skin colored pantyhose. The full control tops were too big so knee or leggings were my choice. They fit the best and still had some snugness after being washed and dried. White underwear topped it all off. I picked the smallest petite pair I could find. Next the makeup. She had these little white lip stick samples of many colors. I applied it in the mirror over her dresser. I also brushed on some powder and applied some rouge to my cheeks just like I saw my mom and sister do. I am sure it didn’t look very good but I didn’t care. I found a ornately decorated perfume bottle a spritzed it on my soft tender skin and newly found fetish wear. The scent filled the room with a nearly intoxicating smell. I thought that I was complete so I walked over to the closed bedroom door to my parents room and admired myself in the full mirror on the back of the door. I looked stunning and the feeling was amazing. I turned 180° in each direction admiring what I could see in the mirror. A little girl blooming, dreaming. Little did I realize, my mom could here me walking around their room from downstairs. She heard the floor squeak and drawers of a dresser opening and closing. I had probably been in the room for some time and my mother ascended the stairs to investigate. She knocked softly then swung the door open and there I stood. A cross dresser sissy in her glorious undergarments. I must have been smiling from ear to ear yet blushing from shyness. Hard to tell through the makeup ;-). There was no where I could hide. Uncertain of what she would think or say. I don’t remember what she said but this was a very intense moment for me. Even though I was young, I was aware of social norms and this was frowned upon. Yet she stood there for a moment and smiled at me then began to remove her the sexy clothing from casino firmalari my body. Maybe I interpreted this as her approving of my actions. But she never got angry. She gently folded each piece and put it neatly away where it had been moments before. Now that I look back, I realize she could have done this later but I think this turned her on a little or this was another way of her expressing her approval without saying a word. She then walked me downstairs and had me clean up in a bath. She smeared some creme on my face that released all the makeup. Then dressed me in my pajamas and sent me to bed.
My sister also played a role in my feminization. Not only did I admire her body in a non-sexual way but her clothes were much more attractive than my Mom’s. They looked better and fit me better. Everything fit better and I mean everything. I think I looked so sexy in her clothes in my younger years that her dresser was my favorite. She used to tease me and tell me that she used to dress me in little girl doll clothes when I was a baby and toddler. There is no way I could ever remember her doing this. I do believe her telling me this planted the seed for my first primary fetish of crossdressing. This may have also have me a feeling that this was ok, as long as, no one found out.
I don’t remember all the times I dressed in my sister’s underwear but I do have some favorites. I was like most boys in the summer. I camped, fished, swam, road bicycle, and played baseball. That’s right, I used to wear my sister’s underwear to baseball practice and even a few games. She had many pairs of white, no line sexy girly panties. No one ever found out. I will admit this public wearing was very exhilarating but risky for a fem like me so I curbed the habit till I grew older. The feel of the material was so elegant against my skin and wearing them while walking around gave me a new appreciation for panties. I can’t even explain how they felt but it was something I liked very much. It’s amazing how long ago these events were and they still make me realize this was MY normal and I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I was surprising confident about my self feminization back then as I am now.
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