I Have Crossdressed For My MotherI, if you have read my stories, began crossdressing by the encouragement of my mother. At the tender age of 11 she began to dress me as a girl.
Over the next 5 years my closet grew with a whole assortment of dresses. After my sixteenth birthday, she stopped buying me dresses. I kept all of my dresses that still fit and discarded the rest to either Goodwill or the Volunteers of America. These groups do the most good for thoise in need.
At 16 then My male clothing soon returned, but I never accumulated male clothinng as I did my girls clothes. By the time I was 18 I only owned 4 or 5 pairs of pants, no shorts, and about 6 or seven shirts. Hell I had more socks then outer clothing and still had 20 dresses in my closet. Shortly after I turned 18 I had to go into the military (very few xdressing ops there). I spent the next 4 years in the service (U.S.Navy). The good thing was i was in special forces so I never went aboard a ship. I lived off base, so xdressing was a little easier.
After I came home from the service my mother moved in with me in my house I had purchased. Over the next few years my mother would have
bouts with depression, added by the fact she now drank and smoked. She would sit with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other and remember times when we were growing up. my brothers and my sister. During one of these times she brought up the days when she would dress me as a girl.
She asked me if I was upset with her by doing that to me. I assured her that it didn't. She went on to say she knew that I was very effeminate as a boy.
The term transgendered had not been invented yet. She was afraid that I was going to be queer (today - Gay). I told her I wasn't Gay. She then said she always thought I was more of a girl then a boy. I was never like most boys. I loved music, art, poetry and reading. I never was into sports, no baseball, football or basketball. I totally despised all sports. She said I could pick out the most beautiful mothers day cards and birthday cards. The poetry inside of them was excellent.
She then asked me if I would put on a dress for her and become her special girl again. I agreed to do it, why I don't know. She went to her room and returned with this really nice pale blue dress, a full slip, a bra of hers and some panties. She handed them to me an said go change. I went upstairs into my room and began to undress. I put on the matching panties and the slip, pulled the dress on over my head and adjusted it.. It buttoned up the back, similar to the girls dresses i had worn as a boy. I was unable to button it so I just buttoned the top button, slipped on my sneakers and went back downstairs. As soon as she saw me she started crying. I thought I had upset her, but it was tears of joy I found out later.
She had me turn infront of her and she finished buttoning up my dress. She said she was so happy to have me back. She wanted me to stay as her speial girl again. She then told me that if I had been a girl I would have been named MELODIE, MELODIE ANNE to be exact. She then as k me if she could call me by that name for today and I agreed. It made her so happy.
Over the next few months Melodie made several appearances. My mother seemed happier when I became Melodie. She had me remove the hair from my body, got me an afro perm, which was in style for white guys. She said it added to my girlishness. Soon Melodie was spending more time with my mother then I was. She and I went shopping together. We went to the bars even though I don't drink alcohol and out to dinner on several occasions. This continued on until my mother developed cancer. She passed away in October of 1989 on Halloween. Isn't it ironic that she passed on a day where most of the U.S. was in costume.
bobbie13 56-60, T 13 Responses 10 Aug 16, 2010