I'm posting a very warm "hello" to all of you who read this posting of mine and accept me as a member of this group.
My "gurl" name is "Berta" but this site wouldn't allow me to use it here so I attempted my Yahoo name which is "Berta_Gal" but that also was rejected and they assigned me the user name of "Berta G." for this site. (Please note that there is a period (.) after the "G". I missed that and it's taken me a while to get back on here because of that!) My original feminine name back in those wonderful days when MSN allowed that wonderful Crossdresser chat room was and still is BertaCD_1, but not used as much since MSN dropped their Messenger service and I've sadly lost contact with so many wonderful supportive contacts when they took that site down. I now use Yahoo's Messenger service when possible.
About my "Berta" side, like so many others I discovered a strong love of my mom's silky things as a very young child especially when I helped dad with the laundry on Sat. mornings. I loved it every time he handed me some of her silky lingerie and satin nightgowns to put through the wringer rollers on our washing machine. (OK, now you know how old I am, LOL!) I fondly remember that September day when I started the 4th grade and got home from school to an empty house and was going to be all alone for 3 hours. Mom always left her things (aka "unmentionables") on a chair beside their bed. She had worn a beautiful floor length grey satin (1950's vintage satin) nightgown and just left it on her chair. After holding and caressing myself with it I was obsessed with going further so immediately shed my clothing and slid that slinky, slippery, exquisite nightgown over my head
! As that fabric was sliding against my bare skin I felt trembling, heart pounding and other wonderful sensations that I'd never experienced before throughout my body. Only those of us who've had this same experience can comprehend what I was going through. Little did I know or understand at that time what was happening to me and the life long effect it would have on me. Needless to say from this wonderful 1st experience I wore just about every piece of lingerie and silky satin or, in those days, taffeta outfits she owned. As I was her 2nd and last child (due to her age) she told everyone she was going to have a girl baby named "Roberta". (My only brother was 6 years older than me and we really never got it together as many brothers do.) Mom made it known to everyone she knew that anything giver for her new baby should be for a girl. Every baby picture of me I'm dressed in beautiful satin baby girl gowns and outfits because that was all she had when I was born, another son, and she didn't want to go and exchange all the clothing gifts. I was told all this by different friends of hers as I grew up and finally now in my later years am putting it all together. I'm sure that all my baby satin wearing is what has made it an obsession in my life for many years.As time progressed I bravely wore her panties under my pants (I discovered safety pins would hold them up nicely when pinned to my undershirts) during my high school years and was sleeping in her cast off silky nylon or satin nightgowns every night. Eventually I started to acquire my own feminine lingerie and nightgowns as I had a part time job at Woolworth's 5 & 10 as a stock boy. As I look back to that time of my life I have to wonder if my Mom found out that she may indeed have the daughter she'd wished for. When puberty hit me I was so upset that I'd wet my bed and silky nightgown as I had no idea what was going on. I told mom that I'd had an accident and wet my bed. She said not to worry as this was a part of my changing from childhood to manhood! I cleaned up, dressed and headed of to school. When I arrived back home I'd planned to clean up my mess and make my bed as was the usual custom on school days. I was shocked to see my bed all made up and when I checked clean, no longer crispy, sheets were on it. I then realized that I'd forgotten to hide my crispy wet stained nightgown before leaving for school and it was not where I'd left it!! After searching I discovered it all washed out, dried and neatly folded under my pillow. I knew then that I was most likely in for the "licking of my life" that evening when Mom and Dad were both home from work! The phone rang about this time and I answered to hear Mom's soft and tender voice asking me how I was doing? In a nervous trembling voice I answered that I was doing fine. She then said she'd wanted to call and speak with me privately before everyone was home. I then burst into tears and told her how sorry I was that I'd wet the bed and how surprised I was that she'd changed and made it for me. She finally broke thru my rantings and said Bobby I need you to listen to me, please. She continued on saying that what had happened that morning was to be kept between the 2 of us and nothing was ever to be said about it again. Still trembling I thanked her, told her I loved her and would see her when she got home. She replied saying I should stay in the house as it was quite cold out and enjoy myself doing whatever I wanted. She went on to say that she would be a bit late as she had some errands she wanted to run and that we'd be alone for dinner as Dad was working late. Needless to say I had a wonderful afternoon dressing in her things the best of which was her wedding gown!!
An Item I'd always wanted to try on but never had the courage until this day and many days thereafter. (I ended up ruining it as the 1930's vintage satin was a lot more delicate than my gruff handling could protect!) After dinner Mom asked If I'd help her do the dishes and when I said yes she opened a package and said you should wear this apron to protect your clothes. She slid the silky feeling apron over my head and tied the fully wrap around skirt in the back. I was amazed at this and told her it seemed like she had me in a long skirted silky dress. Her smile, as she replied that it looked very nice on me and would protect my shirt and pants from getting wet, said volumes! 
After clean up was done she gave me a huge hug and asked if I wanted to join her watching the evenings TV programs? When I said yes she suggested we both go and change into our nightclothes first. I was puzzled by this as I really wasn't sure what she was suggesting and no way was I going to be in front of her in my nightgown. Finally she said you can put your robe on over your tee shirt and underpants, which I did. When I returned to the living room she was sitting there resplendent in that exquisite grey satin nightgown that I'd worn and slept in so many times before along with its matching satin robe/peignoir. I headed for my usual chair when she said please come and sit here on the couch with me which I did. Once I'd settled in next to her she asked if I'd like to lay in her lap 
! I said sure and proceeded to get quite comfy in her lap. It soon occurred to me that I might have made a mistake as the feel of all that warm satin caressing both of us began a rising feeling that I was not use to. When I attempted to get up she asked if something was wrong and then said oh I see as she noticed the growing bulge under my robe. She said I'd rather you stay right here with me as she pulled my head to her chest and I again experienced feelings like I never had before as her lovely satin clad breasts wrapped my head between them. I recall that I was so euphoric over these feelings that I eventually had an accident while i was sleeping encased in her lovely soft and tender breasts.I soon discovered that my hiding place had been found as suddenly all sorts of lovely satiny nylon panties, slips and nightgowns began appearing with my own collection. These new items fit me perfectly and I loved the feeling they provided me all through high school and 1 year of college. (I commuted from home.) Mom never ever said a word but still insisted I wear the silky apron when doing chores such as the dishes. I also noticed that she had taken a much calmer tone when speaking with me. As I look back on this now I think she did know of my adolescent feminine love and was thrilled to secretly share it with me. I should've noted earlier that after that first "wet dream" incident I realized that she was coming into my room at night after I'd gone to bed and raised my sheets to see what I was sleeping in!!
After flunking out of my 1st year of college I enlisted in the USAF rather than be drafted into the Army. All of my feminine collection was tossed in the trash as I was to be gone for 4 years. I put these feminine experiences behind me and attributed them, at that time, to childhood curiosity! (Turns out such was not the case and I'll have to continue this at another time.)
Berta
Proud Military Family - Navy, Army, Coast Guard, National Guard 
Gina L.
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