It all started with a panty girdle. . .

[Mersades]

I was twelve and one day when I was home alone something told me to look in the bag of dirty laundry in my parents' bathroom. I pulled out a panty girdle, complete with garters, and a bra. Without even giving it a second thought I put them on, filling the bra with rolled up socks. Next came the stockings and, before I knew it, I had a dress and a pair of heels on. I was in heaven.

Over the next few weeks I repeated the scenario several times, once daring to put on some lipstick. The only thing missing was a wig. My mother didn't have one and I didn't have the money or the nerve to buy one. I made do with one of my mother's hats, but I really wanted a wig.

Well, it was many years before I got one. I had to be satisfied with just wearing the clothes and covering my head with a hat or scarf. I'll never know if anyone knew of my activities, but no one ever said anything.

[Carol Ann]

I was about the same way but after 6 months or so I got busted by my mother big time, but that was only the start of 59 years of dressing.

[Tina]

I started about the same exept I was 5 or 6. I never told anyone until I met my wife. I hid it well for 45 years. Now I am considering transition. I'm not looking to get any operations, just starting HRT. As it is for now is I dress as a woman all the time at home, even if my son or grandson are around. No wigs or breast forms when there around, just dresses. But I'm getting off the thread now. I always wanted to be a girl and thought I was ment to be one.
Love you all,
Tina

[Amanda M]

Well, Tina, good for you. If you do go to transition, what will that do to our family?