tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post5940750292501473264..comments2024-03-28T09:40:37.931-04:00Comments on Femulate: What do you want to be when you grow up?Stanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10259788604423472207noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-13719477630545617232022-12-08T01:32:18.022-05:002022-12-08T01:32:18.022-05:00I realised that my parents did not want to hear th...I realised that my parents did not want to hear that I liked dressing so I had to do everything I could to make sure they didn't <br />It was not easy hiding my interest and I do not think I succeeded<br /> LucyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-26207792543146778702022-12-07T20:20:05.308-05:002022-12-07T20:20:05.308-05:00My kindergarten class did not have a dress up trun...My kindergarten class did not have a dress up trunk. However, when I was seven I was chosen, along with five other boys, to play girls in a skit that was presented at my summer day camp on parent's day. I did not volunteer nor did I want to play a girl's part. Once I was all dressed up I felt ashamed and I was mercilessly teased.<br /><br />When I was about 10, I went to a YMCA Halloween Party. In the party room with about a dozen other boys we were told to sit on the floor in a circle. A girl walked in and sat down beside me. I realized she wasn't a girl, but a boy dressed up as a girl for Halloween. I didn't know who he was, but he was wearing a powder blue dress with puffed sleeves and white trim, a wig, earrings, and lipstick. When he sat on the floor next to me I realized that he had on nylon stockings, just like my mother wore.<br /><br />I wondered why he'd come dressed like a girl. <br /><br />I don't know why, but I began to wish I'd come dressed as a girl though I wouldn't have had the courage to try. It occurred to me that maybe he liked wearing dresses and perhaps that was why he'd come that way. <br /><br />I didn't act on those urges for a couple of years, but finally one evening I was home alone and I decided to dress up in my mother's clothes. Being 12, I could fit in her dresses and I found a pretty yellow chiffon cocktail dress to wear. I put on a bra, a slip, and nylons stockings. It felt so good. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror while walking and twirling in my dress.<br /><br />At the time I thought I was the only boy in the world who liked to do that.<br /><br />EmilyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-7616202914537454832022-12-07T13:06:01.133-05:002022-12-07T13:06:01.133-05:00This post reminded me of one of my earliest memori...This post reminded me of one of my earliest memories of wanting to wear girls' clothes. When I was in elementary school (I can't recall the grade), our class was putting on a Christmas play and each student was given a role. I still recall being envious of the boys who got selected to be elves because their costume included green tights. Oh, how I wanted to wear them! Maybe that's when and where my love of colored tights began.<br /><br />Ciao! EliseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-33393649507125095932022-12-07T08:15:40.533-05:002022-12-07T08:15:40.533-05:00I love this photo!I love this photo!Melissa Robertshttps://www.flickr.com/photos/196647875@N07/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-22441648615974719102022-12-07T07:00:36.595-05:002022-12-07T07:00:36.595-05:00Things ended very differently at a summer preschoo...Things ended very differently at a summer preschool I attended when I was five years old. I persuaded two or three of my male buddies to join me in a raid on the girls' dress-up area. I was barely able to touch a coveted high heel shoe before the teachers swooped down in force, dragging us physically from the scene. My "friends" sank back into the woodwork while I was screamed at for several minutes about my inappropriate behavior and, apparently, corrupted morals. There was no further punishment, but I was smart enough never to go anywhere near the forbidden clothing again. I don't know (but would certainly like to) whether they ever told my mom about the incident. At least, it was never mentioned at home.Diane Smithnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-53516230164910397382022-12-06T06:30:38.018-05:002022-12-06T06:30:38.018-05:00Very cute Santa outfitVery cute Santa outfitSusieJayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01038616807347585413noreply@blogger.com