With Her ApprovalI'd been crossdressing, rather amaturely, for a while, before my mother found out. She was mad because I told her I was snitching things from laundry rooms and she insisted I stop. Stealing the clothes, not wearing them. I was able to keep all I had taken. After a while she came home one day with a shopping bag and dropped it on my bed. Inside were a coupe of bras, panties, stockings, slips and a dress. She told me she realized I wasn't going to stop wearing girls' clothes and she knew I needed things and that was that I was 14 by then. It was just the two of us so there was no probelm of anyone else discovering the "real me" Her tacit approval suddenly became a sort on complicity and we mo . ved on from there Eventaully I was spending all my time at home as a girl, wearing boy things only for school. By 17 I think I had a more extensive wardrobe than a lot of my female classmates. And with Mother's mentoring I had a style all my own that would have fit in perfectly with the girls at my school and especially with those at the college I moved on to.
Early on she had made me promise not to go outside dressed but after a time the urge enveloped me and I fouind a way of sneaking out of our building, bypassing the elevator and the lobby. It was just a quick scoot across the street to Cental Park and before long I found that I was just another teenaged girl walking through the park. In New York you really have to look bizarre to get any notice. This was wonderful until I bumped into Mother cutting through the park. She wa furious but once she realized no one took any notice she calmed down and another hurdle was left behind.
I went to college locally and while I attended all my classes as a male, there were some afternoon, evening and weekend functions that I went to as a girl and no one was the wiser. Mother even went with me to a Christmas concert. And she said I was one of the best dressed girls there.
And so it went for another 25 years.