I Am Not Now . . .I was a teenage crossdresser and it was an experience that as affected me for the rest of my life. My dressing began at around 5 or 6 and by the time I'd reached 15 I was getting bored with being a girl at home only so I decided to defy my mother and sneak out. We lived on Manhattan's Upper West Side and my first night out was a smashing success. I was hooked. After numerous night time forays I tried daylight jaunts and again no problem until one day in Central Park with a policeman, but that's an entirely different story. In spite of it though I continued going out and have done so ever since. There was a girl I confided in who was a tremendous help and thought it was the neatest thing having a girlfriend like me.
I got most of my style ideas from her and also from casual observation of the girls at school and in our social circle. No one ever suspected there were two of me so I guess I didn't give off any signals that would cause them to wonder.
In college, I commuted to a school within a decent walking distance of home and a number of times went to the campus dressed. Not to class, of course but simply to walk around. Later I would attend movies on campus and rallies and such without any concern. I guess I lead a charmed existence.
During these years my mother, whom I live with solely, saw how competent I was in my transformation and just let it go. Occasionally she would even borrow things from me, usually pantyhose or a slip. Shoes too, a couple of times, as I recall
And on went my life.