A tough job, but ...

Jadeanne · Post by **Jadeanne** » Mon Sep 15, 2003 10:03 pm

I feel very fortunate that I have a very supporting wife.

For most clothing (except shoes) we are the same size.

A while ago, I bought her a Bali double support bra and she loved it, so I got on one hanes place when they were on sale and got one in each color offered (6). I gave them to her one at a time (one more to go, the white one).

She said that so far all but the pink one fit her great. She said it was just a little tight.

I stretched it just enough by wearing it several times with the band one row of hooks tighter than she wore it and inserting my largest homemade forms (rice in kneehighs).

Who else has broken in bras/other items for their wife/gf/so?

Jadeanne

Beauty · Post by **Beauty** » Sat Oct 18, 2003 8:33 am

Hi Jadeanne,

The closest I can come to this was when I would put a run in my mom's hose.

I didn't know how to put them on yet, so that was about the only thing that I'd go, "OH NO!" for.

It happened more than once.

I did get stuck in a dress once.

Luckily I got out with no damage to the dress, but I had to relax and mellow out first.

Beauty

Jadeanne · Post by **Jadeanne** » Sun Oct 19, 2003 8:37 pm

Beauty,

When I was in my teens, I didn't try on my Mom's stockings very many times, but I was lucky enough not to cause any runs.

She had varicose veins and wore heavy seamed support stockings which tolerated my handling.

The only things of hers that had garters were her way-too-large front lacing corsets, and one OBG that was also too large (I had to pad my belly with a small pillow to keep them from falling down - too much work to do often).

I'm lucky, I guess, not being caught in a dress. Back then, all of my Mom's dresses were so large that wasn't a problem.

Jadeanne

Beauty · Post by **Beauty** » Thu Oct 23, 2003 7:27 am

Hi Jadeanne,

Memories of a "gurl" youth are quite magical.

I feel lucky that I never got caught either.

My mom didn't have garters. I think that was good thing because I would have gotten caught.

Beauty

Jadeanne · Post by **Jadeanne** » Fri Oct 24, 2003 1:13 pm

I know I got my taste for femme clothes from what I found in the storage drawers in the dressers and closet in my bedroom (she did rotate things once in awhile), my mother's own bedroom closet and dresser, and the laundry hamper.

All of her things were plain and not revealing. I only tried on her panties once or twice - they were too big. The one thing I don't think she ever had was a petticoat - well, I have one of my own now

.

Jadeanne

RikkiOfLA · Post by **RikkiOfLA** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 4:03 am

When I was about 12, for a few months I was the right size for my mother to use me as a mannequin when she was sewing dresses for herself. I had to wear her dresses while she pinned and marked them.

This wasn't as much fun as it sounded. Once or twice she accidentally stuck me with the pin! :-&

Beauty · Post by **Beauty** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 7:32 am

Well, when I started reading it I was like, "She was soo lucky!" Which I still think you were.

But I admit, having to stand there for that long would have driven me a little crazy... lol.. the occasional pin sticking would have spelled doom for my mannequin career.

Did you have a favorite dress you can remember?

Beauty

RikkiOfLA · Post by **RikkiOfLA** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 10:13 am

I don't remember a favorite dress.

Beauty · Post by **Beauty** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 1:39 pm

Hi Rikki,

It's ok.

Just wondered if there even was one.

Beauty

RikkiOfLA · Post by **RikkiOfLA** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 5:41 pm

Actually, I was in deep denial throughout childhood, the teen years, and most of my 20s. Had I known what a crossdresser was, I would have denied (adamantly) being one.

And what little I could find on the subject helped cement the deal. According to scholarly articles of the times, we were all supposed to not do well in school, not be able to hold a real job, live on the edges of society, work as prostitutes who fooled men into thinking we were GGs on our periods! Sounds incredible, but this was the 50s and 60s, when Virginia Prince was getting arrested for female impersonation. Anyway, here I was, doing rather well in school, working as a computer programmer, definitely preferring women, etc. I just didn't fit the rest of the (writers') baggage. So I couldn't be a transvestite!

I didn't know what I was. I was aware that most other boys (all the ones I knew) had outgrown the fascination with women's underwear that we had had as preteens. I no longer found lingerie amusing--I found it highly arousing, especially when worn. Dresses were kind of off limits to my fantasy life. Since I was in such denial the last thing I wanted to do was to expand and build my fantasy life, and discover just what it was all about. I was afraid of it! Afraid to discover just how "sick" I might be. So I tried to suppress it. That didn't really work, but I did manage to avoid being creative about it, at least.

This all seems like the dark ages now. Does it to you, dear reader? Because it really was--a horrible, consuming fearful place where creativity was feared and stifled, self-discipline was wasted away suppressing and sexualizing this huge, fearful transgendered monster inside of me.

Today, I read the websites of transgendered youth with awe and wonder. They are so creative, so open, so animated! They are doing gothic styles, playing music, writing poetry, and drawing. They are out of the closet, taking hormones, getting surgeries, going to graduate school, etc. etc. Truly, they have become an inspiration to me to believe that the closet that I suffered in doesn't have to be normal or permanent.

I still fight the closet. It's my own personal demon. The closet with its values of shame, fear, and guilt. The tried-and-true patterns of self-repression, self-denial, and self-loathing. The anger, the frustration, and the doubt. They're all, especially on bad days, still with me, not quite with the strength of a mental illness, but definitely more than a memory. It's kind of like a drunken relative who won't go away no matter what you say or do?

I think being mom's mannequin was her way of reassuring herself that I hadn't grown into the crossdressing faggot she feared. She was toying with me, and we both knew it, though neither of us dared mention it. So I genuinely hated being her mannequin, because I knew that hating it was the only safe course, and because I could feel it starting to threaten to awake passions I kept tucked safely away, even from myself.

Yikes! This post is in Fun Stuff? This is the darkest thing I have ever written in my entire life! LOL.

To be out of the closet, you see, is simply the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Life is truly enjoyable, for the first time in my life. And even though it has been several years now, it just keeps getting better and better!

And now you see why.

Alexandra · Post by **Alexandra** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 6:02 pm

"Yikes! This post is in Fun Stuff?"

Maybe our moderator can move it into "Coping" so this thread can be found easily by future members (and lurkers) visiting this site.

Beauty · Post by **Beauty** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 6:25 pm

Hi Rikki,

That was an awesome story!!!

I looked at the entire thread and Alexandra is correct. It should go under coping, so I'll place it there.

Beauty

Jadeanne · Post by **Jadeanne** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 9:42 pm

As the originator of this thread, I'm pleased to see all the replies.

Rikki, what a story!

My late mother made a lot of her own dresses, but I wasn't her mannequin. She was 5 foot 2 and heavy, I was much slimmer and didn't fill out until I was into my 20s.

I am 5 foot 11 and now weigh around 180 - down from almost 200 in a little less than a year and a half since I started dressing in the evening. My after dinner snacking is now very rare instead of almost every night. I don't eat in my computer room and eat carefully when dressed. My belly doesn't feel as empty when I'm wearing a girdle (only evenings when I'm fully dressed).

Jadeanne

Beauty · Post by **Beauty** » Fri Oct 31, 2003 2:19 am

Hi Jadeanne,

Thanks for starting this thread!

Beauty

Jadeanne · Post by **Jadeanne** » Sun Oct 30, 2005 11:02 pm

I'm bringing this thread back up because I bought my wife a few more Bali double support bras recently and sure enough, she says that one is a little tight, so I'm doing stretching duties now with my silicone forms, which are a full C cup, just a little larger than her real breasts.

Jadeanne