Buy women's clothing online and soon your in-box fills up with e-mails soliciting you to buy more. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Fashionista that I am, I usually check out the e-mail solicitations to see what may be of interest to me.Today, one of those e-mails had links that eventually led me to the dress you see on the right.
My first reaction was that they have to be kidding. The dress resembled the one my sister wore for her First Holy Communion back in the last century. I could not imagine an adult woman wearing such a concoction.
Here is the description:
Pencey Ribbon Dress
Unexpected details modernize a classic frock.
Silk-taffeta dress with crew neck and asymmetrical, contrast grosgrain banding at waist. Canvas panels at bodice. Inverted pleating at skirt and hidden zipper at back. Pleating at shoulders. Short sleeves. Lined.
33" long, measured from center back.
100% silk.
Dry clean.
Imported.
Then, the dress started to grow on me. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it! Yes, I can picture myself in that dress; I could pull it off.
I almost talked myself into buying it. Only two things prevented me from doing so. It did not come in my size and it cost $455! (They have to be kidding!)
I was 15 when i finially made my First Holy Communion in the class of 7 year olds.Like all of the little girls i had to follow the strict dress code and wear a poofy,short sleeve,top of the knees communion dress and veil with white tights and white maryjane shoes.Under our dresses we had to wear a white tee shirt with a cloth diaper and plastic pants under our tights. It was weird having the diaper and plastic pants on under my tights at 15,but i felt pure like the little girls!
ReplyDeleteOne of my earliest memories of cross dressing, although I didn't know it at the time, was wearing my older sister's communion dress. I must have only been 8 or nine years old. I new I loved the feel of the smooth silky material which as I can recall was at least two under layers with a top layer of lace. I just couldn't resist trying it on but for some reason knew I should do so in private. However, when I put the dress on it was tight on me. Then, to my horror I heard someone coming and tried to remove the dress, but in my panic and because it was so tight I got stuck with it on and was caught. I think it was my mother and another older sister who caught me and managed to yank the dress off me. The embarrassment never left me but neither did the "forbidden" pleasure I had experienced with girls clothes. It was a pleasure which resurfaced regularly, especially in early puberty and throughout my life, but with even more secrecy for fear of being caught and ridiculed.
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