From a very early age I can remember going to bed at night and putting both legs down one leg of my pyjamas and imagining that I was dressed in a tight ball gown and parading in front of other people as I had seen beautiful women doing in beauty contests. At times I used to sleep like this.
As I grew up I gradually began trying on clothes which my mother had around the house. She worked as a seamstress and often had female clothes hanging on clothes hangers in the house. Eventually I summoned up courage and ransacked through my mothers underwear drawer and found an old girdle which, after a length of time I realised she never wore and began wearing it as I dressed.
By this time I must have been about 13 or 14. My mother had a nervous breakdown which meant that she had a protracted time in hospital and my brother went to stay with my aunt. My father was a shift worker and often was out of the house when I came home or went out in the evening. This meant that I had ample opportunity to try on clothes and look through my mothers things.
The main problem I had was shoes. By this age my feet were bigger than my mothers so I looked around and eventually managed to pluck up enough courage to buy a pair of shoes from a local cobbler. They were black patent leather with a one inch stiletto heel, this being the 1960’s. In fact I think that it was about this time that I first started to realise that wearing shoes with heels made me feel, and perhaps act, more feminine.
I managed to sneak the shoes into the house and hide them in a large box which held a train set which, because it was clockwork, we very rarely used. It was also kept under some other boxes in the spare room so it would not often be used.
Eventually my mother recovered and returned home which meant that I had to be more careful. Sometimes on a Saturday we would visit relatives and, as I was getting older, I managed to persuade her that I did not always need to go with her and my brother when they visited. When they were out and my father was at work I used the time to dress and walk about the house.
It was at this time that I first came whilst dressed. I was playing about on the stairs and slid down them on my stomach and came at the bottom of the stairs. At first I thought I had wet myself but realised when I undressed that I had not but had in fact come in my undies.
It was about this time that I first came under suspicion. I had bought another pair of shoes with, as I recollect more fashionable and a slightly higher heel. I managed to smuggle them into the house but, because I wanted to try them on I hid them under my pillow where, unfortunately, they were discovered. An inquisition took place. I am not sure that my parents actually believed me but I was scared so I managed to purge the other pair of shoes and the stockings and tights I had also bought and did not dress for a length of time.
As I grew up I gradually began trying on clothes which my mother had around the house. She worked as a seamstress and often had female clothes hanging on clothes hangers in the house. Eventually I summoned up courage and ransacked through my mothers underwear drawer and found an old girdle which, after a length of time I realised she never wore and began wearing it as I dressed.
By this time I must have been about 13 or 14. My mother had a nervous breakdown which meant that she had a protracted time in hospital and my brother went to stay with my aunt. My father was a shift worker and often was out of the house when I came home or went out in the evening. This meant that I had ample opportunity to try on clothes and look through my mothers things.
The main problem I had was shoes. By this age my feet were bigger than my mothers so I looked around and eventually managed to pluck up enough courage to buy a pair of shoes from a local cobbler. They were black patent leather with a one inch stiletto heel, this being the 1960’s. In fact I think that it was about this time that I first started to realise that wearing shoes with heels made me feel, and perhaps act, more feminine.
I managed to sneak the shoes into the house and hide them in a large box which held a train set which, because it was clockwork, we very rarely used. It was also kept under some other boxes in the spare room so it would not often be used.
Eventually my mother recovered and returned home which meant that I had to be more careful. Sometimes on a Saturday we would visit relatives and, as I was getting older, I managed to persuade her that I did not always need to go with her and my brother when they visited. When they were out and my father was at work I used the time to dress and walk about the house.
It was at this time that I first came whilst dressed. I was playing about on the stairs and slid down them on my stomach and came at the bottom of the stairs. At first I thought I had wet myself but realised when I undressed that I had not but had in fact come in my undies.
It was about this time that I first came under suspicion. I had bought another pair of shoes with, as I recollect more fashionable and a slightly higher heel. I managed to smuggle them into the house but, because I wanted to try them on I hid them under my pillow where, unfortunately, they were discovered. An inquisition took place. I am not sure that my parents actually believed me but I was scared so I managed to purge the other pair of shoes and the stockings and tights I had also bought and did not dress for a length of time.
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