Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Beth's First Time

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.

Source: Intermix
Wearing Ronny Kobo.

Winner of the Hancock (Mississippi) High School's 2016 womanless
beauty pageant Trevor Ladner, poses with brother, Trenton.


  1. 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.

  2. For me just the same:my mothers saw that i put on a half slip of hers...she noticed i loved it age 5-6?? from that time on she told teached everything about womans fashion ..she encouraged my to put on her dresses skirts till i was 19 we both loved make me her parttime daughter

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