Greetings, my dear readers. First I want to express my appreciation for your responses to my blog postings. It is so rewarding to know that there are so many of you that share this common experience with me that we call, loosely, “crossdressing”. Perhaps a better term is “gender fluid.” That pretty much works for me, as we all have a sense of who we are that is much broader than the confining role of the traditional binary male. I can’t imagine going back to being the macho male I once pretended to be (I say “pretended” because that was never who I really was) and wearing those heavy, scratchy underwear. Thinking about this fascinating journey of embracing the inner femme that we know ourselves to be, I started wondering about what got us all started on this journey.
I’ve read a lot of posts on various sites, regarding crossdressing folks like us, and have found there are many starting points. Some have sisters, and got started by exploring their sister’s panty drawer, or closet in search of the perfect skirt or dress. Others went foraging in their mom’s closet and dresser. Others didn’t have a sense of their femme self until later in life and lived, or do live, in fear of discovery by their wives. Others, the most fortunate of all, have a spouse that is totally okay with the feminine side of her husband or significant other, and lives happily in the gender fluid world with him.
So, I have a question for you: what got you started, and at what age? When did you first slip on that luscious pair of panties and know you were hooked – that this was a part of who you are? When did you first try on that first bra, or blouse, or skirt, and know that this was something you just had to do? We all had some starting point that led to where we are now, and I would love to hear your stories. By reading the blogs here at Xdress, surely by now you know you are far from alone in this fascinating world of the gender fluid; you are part of a virtual community here at Xdress. Tell me your story – I would love to hear it!
Fondest regards,
Angie
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I was 8 years old when it started for me our family went to visit my great-grandfather and the lady next to my great grandfather had a swimming pool but we didn’t have our swimsuits she said that we could still come over and go swimming but she only had girls swimsuits and I put one on and the rest is history I’ve been loving them ever since. I’ve worn dresses before as my mom my aunt and grandmother were all seamstresses so I was like their mannequin.
I started out with my mom’s panties but my sister’s things were sexier. I finally realized my destiny.
It started with me at the age of 10 when my mum bought the wrong tights she had bought school girl tights so i took the opportunity to grap them and try them on and it felt amazing then i started buying my own tights but one time I went to another shop and got a pair of tights and when I went to pay for them their was a girl from my year 4th year of high school year 10 today then I started to buy my own panties and bra’s then went to skirts blouses i’m now 53 this August and married to a woman have 2 beautiful teenage daughters
I started wearing my mother’s panties, hosiery, and swimsuit when I was 13. But, before then (age 6 ?) I was curious as to why my underpants (Fruit of the Loom briefs) didn’t feel smooth and silky like my mother’s. At night in bed before I fell asleep I would hand rub my underpants to to try to smooth them. Also, when my mother would hang her stockings to dry over the shower curtain rod. I would feel and smell them. (When I reached puberty, she stopped doing that.) Throughout my life I have worn lingerie when I was without a female partner. It’s compensating and consoling. I enjoy women—they are works of Art. I feel more vibrant when I am with one. I love how they look, sound, smell, taste, feel. Problem for me is, I’m not a chick magnet. Been married a few times, but never could find my match. Instead had to settle—and settling is never satisfying in the long run.
I got started X-dressing by my mom. She wanted to have 2 boys and 2 girls, unfortunately she had 3 boys and 1 girl. I was the 2nd boy but I was not like other boys I liked to play with girls and with their toys. Mom saw this and asked me to become her “special Daughter”. She bought me lots of dresses and underthings as well as petticoats for the party dresses. I was only 11 at the time and loved the attention I got for being so special.. Dad called me a sissy but I didn’t care. I loved wearing dresses and hated wearing jeans. My grandma also got me dresses and an aunt donated her daughters dresses for me. This lasted all the way til I was 17, but even then I kept dressing as a girl.