After a length of time, it was probably about a year, I felt the need to dress again.
As I have mentioned before the clothes were not too much of a problem but shoes were. In fact I managed to get hold of a skirt, a top and a dress from clothing my mother was sorting out for a jumble sale. Unfortunately she did not sort out shoes so I needed to find some.
I bought a pair of cheap shoes in the local market and hid them under a stone slab that made a step in out garden. I had already hollowed out the step a previous weekend when I volunteered to reset them all as they were beginning to become a little unsafe. There was method in my madness!
The shoes had two and a half inch heels and were much higher than anything I had ever worn before but I found it very easy to wear them. I especially liked the sound that the heels made as I walked around the kitchen, which had a concrete floor.
One thing to realise about this is that I was not dressing all the time so there could be a few months between sudden spurts of dressing.
At this time I was now in a bedroom of my own, my brother having moved into the small room which was originally the box room. This meant that some nights I could dress in the privacy of my own room. By this time I had brought the shoes inside and hidden them in the same box as I originally used which was now stored in my room as my room was bigger than my brother’s.
Sometimes, usually after midnight, I used to sneak downstairs and go out into the back garden whilst dressed. I knew this was risky but it gave me a new feeling that I felt was worth it. This was always when my father was on night shift.
I was now 18 and eventually left school and went to college.
While in my first year there I shared a room with another student but he left at the end of the first year and I had a room to myself. The opportunity to dress did not really present itself too often, there were far too many things going on that I was involved with, and it was not really until my third year when I managed to take the clothes I had at home to college and dress.
The room I had was in a house that was at the edge of the college campus which in turn opened out into countryside. On occasion I was the only occupant of the house on an evening and occasionally I dressed and ventured outside.
On one occasion I walked along the country lane which adjoined the college but managed to frighten myself that someone had seen me and scrambled back to the room and undressed quickly.
It was about this time that I realised that the clothes I owned were both becoming worn and unfashionable. I once again purged all the things I had and threw them in the bottom of the large college bins inside plastic bags.
As I have mentioned before the clothes were not too much of a problem but shoes were. In fact I managed to get hold of a skirt, a top and a dress from clothing my mother was sorting out for a jumble sale. Unfortunately she did not sort out shoes so I needed to find some.
I bought a pair of cheap shoes in the local market and hid them under a stone slab that made a step in out garden. I had already hollowed out the step a previous weekend when I volunteered to reset them all as they were beginning to become a little unsafe. There was method in my madness!
The shoes had two and a half inch heels and were much higher than anything I had ever worn before but I found it very easy to wear them. I especially liked the sound that the heels made as I walked around the kitchen, which had a concrete floor.
One thing to realise about this is that I was not dressing all the time so there could be a few months between sudden spurts of dressing.
At this time I was now in a bedroom of my own, my brother having moved into the small room which was originally the box room. This meant that some nights I could dress in the privacy of my own room. By this time I had brought the shoes inside and hidden them in the same box as I originally used which was now stored in my room as my room was bigger than my brother’s.
Sometimes, usually after midnight, I used to sneak downstairs and go out into the back garden whilst dressed. I knew this was risky but it gave me a new feeling that I felt was worth it. This was always when my father was on night shift.
I was now 18 and eventually left school and went to college.
While in my first year there I shared a room with another student but he left at the end of the first year and I had a room to myself. The opportunity to dress did not really present itself too often, there were far too many things going on that I was involved with, and it was not really until my third year when I managed to take the clothes I had at home to college and dress.
The room I had was in a house that was at the edge of the college campus which in turn opened out into countryside. On occasion I was the only occupant of the house on an evening and occasionally I dressed and ventured outside.
On one occasion I walked along the country lane which adjoined the college but managed to frighten myself that someone had seen me and scrambled back to the room and undressed quickly.
It was about this time that I realised that the clothes I owned were both becoming worn and unfashionable. I once again purged all the things I had and threw them in the bottom of the large college bins inside plastic bags.
| First Pictures |
| A Walk In The Woods |
| Sequins and Short Skirt |
| Red And Black |
| Short Tight Black Dress |
| My First Story |