I am guessing that my first dressing experience occurred
early in my elementary school years, possibly first or second grade. I don’t
think it was during my time in kindergarten, although it may have been.
Both of my parents worked, so I would get dropped off at my
grandma’s house during school breaks including the summer vacation.
My grandma’s house was built in the '30s, and it was
essentially a four square plan ― very traditional and classic. She lived in a
traditional small lot neighborhood with a small front yard, slightly larger
back yard. All the houses were lined up next to each other. Everyone had a
front porch and a single car garage at the back of their property
.
There was a back bedroom, which I believe that grandma used
as hers. In the bedroom there was a dresser filled with all sorts of slips and
petticoats. All of them were white. Many of them were full-length slips. And
this is what she wore on a daily basis under her dresses. This was circa 1962
lingerie; you get the idea of the type and quality it was.
To this day, I do not know if she encouraged me to try on
her slips or if I did this of my own volition. However, my first clear memory
of dressing is wearing one of her white full length slips. I still remember how
strange and wonderful it felt. I remember her being pleased with how I looked. And
I remember being disappointed that she would not let me go outside with the
slip on to play with the other neighborhood kids.
Either during this first time I had her slip on or
subsequent times, I distinctly remember being aroused. I will always wonder if
my first arousal was due to wearing her lingerie. All I know is that this was
the first time that I remember being aroused.
I really don’t know if my grandma allowed or encouraged me
to dress on a regular basis. As I said, I was at her house all day for summer
vacations. My guess is that my slip wearing at her house was infrequent.
I firmly believe that my path was established as a result of
these positive and reinforcing dressing interactions with my grandma. I have a
couple of full-length white slips and everytime I see them in my lingerie
drawer, I have very warm feelings.
I invite all Femulate readers 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.
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| Winner of the Hancock (Mississippi) High School's 2016 womanless beauty pageant Trevor Ladner, poses with brother, Trenton. |
Mine was more than a "first" experience. My mother wanted a girl so bad that after I was born she dressed me as a girl until I had to attend school at age 6, She cried when she took me to the barber and I got my first haircut, My blond locks were down past my waist. I protested being a boy, so I would sneak into her room and put on her lingerie, even though it was way too big. She would catch me and tell me I was a boy and couldn't wear gurly things. One day she was having the neighbor women over for tea and cake and i was in her bedroom putting on her things. She must have realized she hadn't seen me in a while and found me with her panties and slip on. She must have thought that she would embarrass me so she marched me out into the living room and said, "here is my son girls, what do you think?" There were a lot of "He's so cute" and a few "Oh my!" The neighbor woman from two doors down who had a daughter of her own said I should be a girl, I was too pretty. That woman later began to molest me, telling me if I put on her daughters things she would give me icecream or candy. She would dress me and then fondle me. I got scared one time when she put me on the bed on top of her and said I wanted to go home. I think that scared her so she stopped doing that. Needless to say I never got over my desire to be a woman, I have long hair again and an extensive wardrobe, I love being feminine.
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