Renee Lynne’s First Time

My first time dressing came very early. In fact, I was only 4 and I remember it like it was yesterday.

My older brothers and sister were at school and my younger sister and I were at home with our mom. It was nap time and I didn't want to take a nap. Mom knew that my 1-year-old sister wouldn't take a nap if I didn't, so she quietly told me to just lay down long enough for her to fall asleep. Because of the layout of our house, this would work best if I went to my sisters' room and my sister went to the bedroom I shared with my brothers.

When I got into my sisters' bed, I found a dress that my older sister would wear when she played dress-up. It was yellow gingham with little blue flowers. I just had to try it on. The problem was I didn't know how to put on a dress. About the time I had it figured out I heard my mother coming up the stairs to tell me I could get up.

I never did get to try on that dress, but I also never lost the desire to wear a dress. Growing up in a large family, it was 11 years before I would have another opportunity.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I lettered in wrestling and was due to be initiated into the Varsity Club. These initiations were a big deal, though these days they would be considered hazing. A big event was scheduled at the school to include a hypnotist show, initiations and finally, a dance.
Every year the members of the Varsity Club would choose a theme for initiations such as Disney or Looney Toons. The "rookies" would have to dress as character within this theme.

The year I was initiated they stepped it up a notch and chose "Miss Universe" as the theme. There would be a beauty pageant and the finalists would compete in a swimsuit competition with the winner being excused from the rest of the initiations. I was selected to be Miss Holland. My mother loaned me a pink flowery bikini, in case I got that far. I was in heaven, though I couldn't let on. I wish I could say that I won the "Miss Universe" pageant, but I didn't even get to wear the bikini, at least not that night.

My mother never asked about the bikini and I didn't remind her. I kept it hidden and would wear it in private whenever I had a chance.

That was 41 years ago and I have enjoyed dressing ever since. Through over 20 years of military service and 31 years of married life I have managed to keep my femme side hidden from most people. A year and a half ago, I met a lady who runs a makeover studio for crossdressers and have started to take a few baby step into the beautiful wide world.

I invite all femulators to share their first crossdressing experience. Try to recall that moment the first time you tried on a woman’s garment and began the process of unveiling and exploring your feminine self. To entice you to share your first time story, I will give away a free copy of my e-book Fantasia Fair Diaries to all whose stories I use in Femulate.

Wearing Marissa Webb dress, Christophe Sauvat handbag and Le Specs Luxe sunglasses.

John Barrowman in the UK stage production of La Cage Aux Folles.