I was an only child raised in a rural area mostly around females. My father was there, but almost always working night shifts and frequently additional jobs as well, so he wasn't as visible as if he worked days.
Before I started school, there was a flood and we had to leave our house very quickly - no time to get any clothing or anything.. We stayed with relatives for a few days. The relatives gave my mother old clothing for me that their daughters had outgrown, which she dressed me in until we could return home.
A few years after that my mother dressed me up as a girl for Halloween and took me to the nearby houses of a couple of relatives. They thought I was cute.
While I was in school, my mother started working to put me through college, so I had a lot of time alone. She stored some clothing in the dresser in my bedroom. I regularly tried on the nightgowns & longline bras. The front lacing corsets were way too large (unless I padded myself out with a small pillow). I only tried her stockings a couple of times.
She knew I was wearing them but didn't say anything. She did switch the clothing every once in a while.
I once had a dream that I was standing in my bedroom, looked into the mirror, and a blonde girl was looking back..
After I graduated high school and started college, I stopped dressing up. That was at age 18.
I completed college (in northern NY state), moved away (from the Catskills, about 75 miles north of New York City) to Western New York, near Buffalo.
I got married 26 years ago to a girl I knew from college. We don't have any relatives living closer than 200 miles and most are 300 or more miles away.
Four years ago my late mother moved up to a senior residence close to us after living for over 80 years in the house where she was born. She did not want to live with us - she had her mother in law move in after she married my father (she knew it beforehand). She seemed to adapt well and was content for most of the time there. She had one bad month of decline and passed away peacefully in her sleep. We visited with her during her time there several times a week and talked on the phone almost daily. When she felt like it, we would take her out for a quick shopping trip and some lunch.
Right about the time my mother was in the residence, my arthritis reached the point I could no longer play guitar, which I had done since age 12. I was feeling some depression from my mother's death, the arthritis, work pressures, and a situation from a relative who sent us an invitation to her civil union in Vermont to another GG.
During this time my wife went away for a weekend ( a very rare occurance ) and I found some comfort dressing in some lingerie. I dreamed that we went to the ceremony, there were 2 brides, and the relative told me that the matron of honor just had a child, but she was about my height, and with my big belly, the gown should fit fine.
This invitation caused us to really look to our faith and try to decide to attend or not. My wife decided that we should. If they decided to have children by adoption or AI, the child should have at least one straight hetero couple as a role model. I then told her about my dream, and that I had started dressing in lingerie.
She accepted it, and we found out I fit all of her things except shoes, and some of my mother's stuff fit both of us.
I get dressed most evenings and get on the internet. I don't feel the need to go out dressed. I started with just a nightgown or lingerie, but now when I'm in a girly mood, I do lingerie, dress/skirt, stockings, shoes, wig. Sometimes I use nail polish and I'm going very slowly with makeup.
My wife knows and supports me. She has given "alternate me" femme gifts (panties, earrings, nail polish, makeup ).
I wish all SOs were as supporting.
Jadeanne
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Jadeanne,
Wow.. that was a wonderful story!!!
Thank you so much for posting it. I really enjoyed reading every paragraph!
I know we read all the time about someone saying, "You're lucky" but I'd like to give you some kudos for meeting a soul mate who accepts you for you and for being honest as soon as you could about your dressing desires.
Beauty
Wow.. that was a wonderful story!!!
Thank you so much for posting it. I really enjoyed reading every paragraph! I know we read all the time about someone saying, "You're lucky" but I'd like to give you some kudos for meeting a soul mate who accepts you for you and for being honest as soon as you could about your dressing desires.
Beauty
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Shannon and Beauty,
Thank you for your kind words.
I have found that it really is true, that honesty is the best policy.
We have the same bedroom furniture that I had as a teen, and when I get dressed, put on my favorite blonde wig, and look in that same mirror, I remember the dream I had as a teen, and realize it has come at least partly true.
My male self has to deal with sober, dead serious people, and sometimes has to field dumb techical questions over the phone and face to face. (Yes, computers tend to work better when the power cord is plugged in
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Jadeanne is the sometimes silly femme side of me. I hope no forum members are offended by my blonde jokes. We all know that in the real world hair color is no indicator of intelligence or personality. When I tell them on the forum, I'm wearing a blonde wig, so I feel it's OK to laugh at myself .
I enjoy this forum and hope it continues to grow.
Hugs, Jadeanne
Thank you for your kind words.
I have found that it really is true, that honesty is the best policy.
We have the same bedroom furniture that I had as a teen, and when I get dressed, put on my favorite blonde wig, and look in that same mirror, I remember the dream I had as a teen, and realize it has come at least partly true.
My male self has to deal with sober, dead serious people, and sometimes has to field dumb techical questions over the phone and face to face. (Yes, computers tend to work better when the power cord is plugged in
)Jadeanne is the sometimes silly femme side of me. I hope no forum members are offended by my blonde jokes. We all know that in the real world hair color is no indicator of intelligence or personality. When I tell them on the forum, I'm wearing a blonde wig, so I feel it's OK to laugh at myself
.I enjoy this forum and hope it continues to grow.
Hugs, Jadeanne
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Hi Jadeanne,
I have a blond wig which I love and blond jokes do not bother this girl at all. In fact, I laugh at most of them if they are not dirty. I enjoyed your bio. Hugs Vivian
I have a blond wig which I love and blond jokes do not bother this girl at all. In fact, I laugh at most of them if they are not dirty. I enjoyed your bio. Hugs Vivian
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Hi, Vivian
Welcome to the forum.
I'm glad you like blonde jokes. I keep them clean.
Of the 3 wigs I have so far, 2 are blonde, 1 is black.
The black one I picked up for $2 last halloween to play a joke - going from bald to 24 inch hair. I still had my beard, so I put on a red bandana for a headband and went to a friend's house as a male hippy to trick or treat. He literally fell on the ground laughing!
Now once in a great while I wear the wig in a ponytail, but over 90% of the times I dress, I'm a blonde - we blondes have more fun!
Hugs,
Jadeanne
Welcome to the forum.
I'm glad you like blonde jokes. I keep them clean.
Of the 3 wigs I have so far, 2 are blonde, 1 is black.
The black one I picked up for $2 last halloween to play a joke - going from bald to 24 inch hair. I still had my beard, so I put on a red bandana for a headband and went to a friend's house as a male hippy to trick or treat. He literally fell on the ground laughing!
Now once in a great while I wear the wig in a ponytail, but over 90% of the times I dress, I'm a blonde - we blondes have more fun!
Hugs,
Jadeanne
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Today marks the 2nd anniversary of one of the events that triggered the reawakening of the girl inside.
Two years ago my mother passed away, just a couple of months short of her 87th birthday.
She gave me life, love, was my first Sunday School teacher (the Christian faith was a strong factor in her life and she passed that along to me). I was an only child - she had kidney problems long before I was born and I was several weeks premature. She and my father said that for a while, doctors didn't know if either one of us would make it through, but we did.
After I started junior high school, she took a job sewing children's clothing to pay my way through college. I got through with scholarships and help from them so no student loans were needed.
My father passed away from lung cancer and she stayed in her home by herself for 20 years before she felt she could no longer maintain the house. She was the youngest in the family, and as relatives and friends moved away or passed away she was getting lonely. Eventuallyshe had only one cousin as a regular weekly visitor.
She lived a 6 hour drive away and I could only go to see her several times a year. At every visit, I talked with her about the possibility of moving into some kind of senior housing and in 1999 she decided it was time, so my wife and I devoted our energies to finding a suitable place for her to stay and she decided to consider a place closer to me.
After she made the decision and didn't want to live with us long term, we applied to and got her into the best senior home close to us. The cousin did a lot of work on Mom's end, finding an antique dealer to buy the contents of the house and dispose of the junk. Another relative who was a real estate broker took care of selling the house and did so.
During the time of getting her resettled was also a busy time of transition at work. I focused on my mother's care because she needed me more than I needed to do a lot of overtime to get a promotion. I'm still doing OK in my position and only carry a pager off hours several weeks a year when I'm paid extra to, not constantly on call like the others who were promoted.
She moved up into the residence 6 miles (instead of 6 hours) away (which also had an attatched nursing home) and was content there for over 2 years. We visited several times a week, sometimes taking her out for lunch and shopping until in the final month of her life the kidney failure started affecting her memory and perception. She reached the stage where she couldn't get out of bed and passed away peacefully in her sleep less than a week later, about an hour after my wife and I sat at her bedside and whispered to her just before we left that is was OK to let go.
I feel that my wife and I did our best to handle things the way Mom wanted. The cousin who had visited her at home was the only relative who came out to visit (twice).
Enough bleached blonde rambling for now.
Jadeanne
Two years ago my mother passed away, just a couple of months short of her 87th birthday.
She gave me life, love, was my first Sunday School teacher (the Christian faith was a strong factor in her life and she passed that along to me). I was an only child - she had kidney problems long before I was born and I was several weeks premature. She and my father said that for a while, doctors didn't know if either one of us would make it through, but we did.
After I started junior high school, she took a job sewing children's clothing to pay my way through college. I got through with scholarships and help from them so no student loans were needed.
My father passed away from lung cancer and she stayed in her home by herself for 20 years before she felt she could no longer maintain the house. She was the youngest in the family, and as relatives and friends moved away or passed away she was getting lonely. Eventuallyshe had only one cousin as a regular weekly visitor.
She lived a 6 hour drive away and I could only go to see her several times a year. At every visit, I talked with her about the possibility of moving into some kind of senior housing and in 1999 she decided it was time, so my wife and I devoted our energies to finding a suitable place for her to stay and she decided to consider a place closer to me.
After she made the decision and didn't want to live with us long term, we applied to and got her into the best senior home close to us. The cousin did a lot of work on Mom's end, finding an antique dealer to buy the contents of the house and dispose of the junk. Another relative who was a real estate broker took care of selling the house and did so.
During the time of getting her resettled was also a busy time of transition at work. I focused on my mother's care because she needed me more than I needed to do a lot of overtime to get a promotion. I'm still doing OK in my position and only carry a pager off hours several weeks a year when I'm paid extra to, not constantly on call like the others who were promoted.
She moved up into the residence 6 miles (instead of 6 hours) away (which also had an attatched nursing home) and was content there for over 2 years. We visited several times a week, sometimes taking her out for lunch and shopping until in the final month of her life the kidney failure started affecting her memory and perception. She reached the stage where she couldn't get out of bed and passed away peacefully in her sleep less than a week later, about an hour after my wife and I sat at her bedside and whispered to her just before we left that is was OK to let go.
I feel that my wife and I did our best to handle things the way Mom wanted. The cousin who had visited her at home was the only relative who came out to visit (twice).
Enough bleached blonde rambling for now.
Jadeanne
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Hi,
Jadenanne, you were an absolutely wonderful son. The way you took care of your mom's needs are fantastic. With you as her son I'm sure she was happy every day she heard from you or was with you. (Ok, I'm sure there were moments as a child when you were acting bratty that she wanted to tan that backside of yours)
Seriously though, it was so beautiful to read what you did for her as she approached the sunset of her life here on Earth.
Happy Anniversary to a very beautiful person, our Jadeanne!
Beauty
Jadenanne, you were an absolutely wonderful son. The way you took care of your mom's needs are fantastic. With you as her son I'm sure she was happy every day she heard from you or was with you. (Ok, I'm sure there were moments as a child when you were acting bratty that she wanted to tan that backside of yours)
Seriously though, it was so beautiful to read what you did for her as she approached the sunset of her life here on Earth.
Happy Anniversary to a very beautiful person, our Jadeanne!
Beauty
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Hi all, thank you for your responses.
Julie,
It's a heck of a longer distance from the midwest to your mother than the 6 hour drive we had for over 20 years. I was 28 when my father passed away and although I wasn't in the hospital room, Mom, my wife, and I were only a few miles away in the apartment we then had. He chose a hospital close to me so I was able to visit every day at least once. My wife and Mom visited several hours each day - I Iooked in either before work or during a break and then after work. He was there a bit longer than 3 weeks but it was so advanced that nothing helped. When he found out he had lung cancer, he phoned and asked me to stop smoking. I stopped cold turkey and never picked up another cigarette/cigar/pipe for 24 1/2 years so far. That was also a time that our faith helped us to cope.
During the last few weeks of my mother's life she started thinking that she was being put into a different room even though she admitted that everything was put perfectly in place. I'm glad we were there to reassure her.
I certainly miss them, but I'm also thankful that they did not linger in the condition they were in their last few days on earth.
Beauty,
There were definitely several times when I was a child I did get spanked when I deserved it (even more when I probably did deserve it but wasn't).
It's time to head to church, so I'll close now.
Jadeanne
Julie,
It's a heck of a longer distance from the midwest to your mother than the 6 hour drive we had for over 20 years. I was 28 when my father passed away and although I wasn't in the hospital room, Mom, my wife, and I were only a few miles away in the apartment we then had. He chose a hospital close to me so I was able to visit every day at least once. My wife and Mom visited several hours each day - I Iooked in either before work or during a break and then after work. He was there a bit longer than 3 weeks but it was so advanced that nothing helped. When he found out he had lung cancer, he phoned and asked me to stop smoking. I stopped cold turkey and never picked up another cigarette/cigar/pipe for 24 1/2 years so far. That was also a time that our faith helped us to cope.
During the last few weeks of my mother's life she started thinking that she was being put into a different room even though she admitted that everything was put perfectly in place. I'm glad we were there to reassure her.
I certainly miss them, but I'm also thankful that they did not linger in the condition they were in their last few days on earth.
Beauty,
There were definitely several times when I was a child I did get spanked when I deserved it (even more when I probably did deserve it but wasn't).
It's time to head to church, so I'll close now.
Jadeanne