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10 Years Old With My First Bra. My Mother Was Happy ...my Sister Was Thrilled ...and I Was Addicted.

I was 9 and had been dressing at home as a game with my sister ...and mother, for about a year. The perfect American family. Home schooled, no neighbors, and a lonely 11 year old stepsister who wanted a girl to play with. I had a wardrobe full of girl's clothes and was being taught to be a young lady along with my sister. But i still remember that first bra being held out in front of me as if it was yesterday..I was scared and embarrassed as my mother let it dangle from her hand. it was pink with lace trim and tiny little hearts all over it with a little bow in front. I stared at it as if that single garment acknowledged the loss of my uh, boyhood. I tried to argue against it but my mother left little choice since she had bought it for me so i could be like my big sister. She did say if i wore it through the weekend end and still didn't like it, I could take it off. It was slightly padded and she took her time adjusting it to my chest and shoulders. But when my mother slipped a pastel blue top over me with a matching cotton skirt, my whole body burst into goose bumps. I could see the bra right through my top in the mirror and i thought i would feint from embarrassment. By the end of the weekend ...I felt more like a girl than I had ever had before. My mother was happy ...my sister was thrilled ...and well, I am probably still embarrassed enough to say ...I was addicted
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kayleew2000 kayleew2000 18-21 28 Responses Mar 28, 2012

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lovely sweet story

I also enjoy wearing bras. And as missymotherandme said, it's more for the feeling of arousal. Everytime I wear women's clothes, I imagine and try to have a perfect and complete female figure.

Anyways great story.

Speaking of Imagination and arousal, my girlfriend and I have a fun game. When she finds something she likes for me (a dress, a pair of heels, whatever) she buy the same thing for herself. Since I am not passable, most of my dressing remains at home. But she will wear one of my outfits when we go out, and she looks fabulous. Instead of looking at myself in a mirror and getting depressed by the reality, I look at her and imagine it's me!!

What a wonderful game. It sounds like you've taken "getting dressed for dinner" to a whole new level.

Well, you know, I have always struggled with the problem so common to many of us - the image in the mirror does not match the image in my mind. For some 'girls,' what they actually look like is not a concern. But for me, it matters. If someone told me I could get dressed and made up and look like, say, Andrej Pejic, I would be out on the town in a heartbeat. But I hate the idea of going out and looking like some drag queen. (Btw this is why so many of my FM stories involve me as an adolescent - before puberty kicks in, I can still pass as a pretty girl. With Mother's help, of course!). Anyway, I am (obviously) blessed to have a beautiful and totally open-minded girlfriend, and so I think my "solution" to my appearance is quit elegant, thank you! I look at her, sitting across the restaurant table from me, wearing the same dress and shoes I have hanging in my closet, her makeup perfect, and I think to myself, "Wow, I look great!"

Imagination fuels the dressing and desire of so many of us. I like to look at a cute girl on the beach or on the street and imagine that's me at that age (when I too could have pulled off passing). Perhaps this is why I remain fixated on being a pre-20 year old girl as well.

We cannot all be as lucky as Kaylee and have our outer beauty match our self-image! Thank God for the internet! As I have told you, Kimmie, I imagine you looking just like your avatar! To me, that is really who you are (gorgeous curls and all).

It's nice to have friends like Kaylee and you who can make my day with one sweet and positive comment. Just like this one. I am blushing!

Perhaps Kaylee is the lucky one to have such good friends.

I suspect that Kaylee has such good friends because she is the kind of person who is smart and sensitive enough to appreciate her friends!

Thank you, Matthew. I'll tell you a little secret, though, that my mother confided in me. You may never be perfect to everyone else ...but as long as you are honest with yourself, you'll be perfectly happy.

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Hi Kaylee,
I am not surprised at all that your first time wearing a bra left such an indelible mark on your psyche. Of course, your ongoing saga, and unique perspective, is having lived what so many of us have fantasized about. Of course, the reality is always more complex than the fantasy, but still, what you describe is well, exactly as i would have pictured it! i put my first bra on when i was around the same age. It was my mother's, and i was home alone. But i basically had the same feelings you describe - almost a sense of electricity going through me, and this unmistakable feeling that i had somehow instantly become more feminine simply by putting on this garment. i loved the feeling of it 'wrapping' me, almost as if it were protecting me. and i loved standing sideways and looking in the mirror, imagining that i had a ladies' figure. You have written previously that all of these little milestones - pierced ears, tweezed brows, your first panties - all left an indelible mark on you, that you could remember all of these things, but not, say, the first time your rode a bike. The same is true for me, and i would venture, many others. and i would guess it is because of the intensity of the experience. Two more things: first, i wonder if being feminine ever had a sexual component for you. For me, the intensity of the experience was greatly compounded by my feelings of arousal. (In my own amateur psychology, i suspect that difference may be what separates transgender from sissies - the sissy feels a sexual arousal from being feminine, and the transgendered person simply feels that this is what should be.) Second, i mentioned that when i first put on a bra, i looked for curves in my profile. My FANTASY, especially when all the girls around me started, was to sprout my own cute little breasts. But i was not presenting as a girl. What about you? ANd i guess the more general question is, even without breast envy, did you go through male puberty? That must have been incredibly difficult and confusing for you. As you know, i am new to both EP and to you, and i have been reading your story piece by piece. So, i apologize if you have written about all of this and i have not gotten to it yet! xoxoxo Sandy

When I started hormones to feminize my body I now refer to that as my second puberty, but this time I got it right ;-)
Lee

wow, Lee! A big step that most of us don't take! May i ask, how old were you? Did you also get implants? Anything else? FFS? i see your name is TGhubby. Are you married to a genetic woman? Did you take hormones before are aftermarriage?
Some of you may be aware, there is a big controversy raging over an Op Ed published in the Wall Street journal condemning SRS, and in particular, blockers and hormones in pre-pubescents. If i were to have gone down that road, i certainly would have loved to have been able to start before male puberty kicked in.

Yes it was a big step dear, but with my wife's support and encouragement hormones were a step I am glad I took. And yes I am married to the same wonderful woman and I am satisfied with the breasts I've grown so no I haven't gone for implants.
Lee

So happy for you! She must truly be a special lady!

Thanks dear. Where I know I am lucky to have a wife who is not only understanding, but supportive and encouraging, what makes it even better is that she feels she is lucky to have me.
Lee

Sorry, I missed your question at the end of your comment. I suppose I was destined to be smaller since both my real parents were on the small side. As for male puberty, I didn't have much of one. Either I was one of the occasional boys who had a limited puberty due to genetic makeup or medical issues as a child, or as the doctor suggests, my childhood diet may have included some form of T-blocker and estrogen. This is where I question what mother was capable of. Regardless, the masculine changes I expected (and at times, feared) in my teens never came. As my mother predicted, nature would show me the path I would take.

Not sure if you have been following the adventures of Andrej (now Andreja) Pejic, but there are some interesting parallels (and differences) in your stories. Andrej, of course was known (and labelled as such on the cover of NY Magazine) as the most beautiful boy in the world. He was clearly androgynous, but seemed to be getting increasingly feminine in dress and mannerisms over time. He seemed to be completely free of secondary male sex characteristics (no facial hair, for example) but exhibited no signs of female hormones (ie completely flat chest). To me, there was something erotic about seeing this gorgeous, gorgeously made up face on, well, a boy's body. Like you, he just seemed to be a boy who had been very low on male hormones and kind of skipped male puberty altogether. For those of us in the sissy community (I define a sissy as a genetic boy who loves to be feminine but has no desire to become a biological female) Andrej was a real hero(oine). He would go out, wearing a dress, beautifully made up, looking gorgeous, but did not hide the fact that he was a boy. He was our fantasy come to life, which of course, makes the fantasies more compelling and intense because you think, "Yes, it COULD happen!" Anyway, as you probably know, Andrej recently announced that he recently had SRS. Of course, we are happy for her, and wish her nothing but the best. But for me, and I suspect for many others, there is this odd sense of loss. How do I put it? He was the most beautiful boy in the world, but now is just one more pretty girl. Oh, one more thing. He also disclosed that while not taking female hormones, he has In fact been on blockers since he was thirteen! So, mystery solved. He was not preternaturally feminine, he had some help.

Awesome ... mystery solved!
Lee

So interesting! I wonder what story is behind a 13 year old taking t-blockers. I mean, do you think a 13 year old can do that on his own or if he had the support of his mother or father? Do you know if Andrej is planning to change her name now?

Hi Kaylee. Yes, I believe his mother was involved. I do believe that his brother and father were also always supportive of him. And yes, I think Andrej has changed her name to Andreja. As I've said, for me, mixed emotions. I am happy she has "found herself" and now feels complete. But we girlish boys who do not want SRS will miss the one of us who was called, "The prettiest boy in the world."

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This is such a cool thread to read. Wonder how many wars would have been avoided by simply dressing boys in bra & panty sets.

There may not be any all out wars ...but I'll bet there'll be some nasty hair-pulling battles :-).

My family has never known and I only have brothers so I can only imagine how you felt.

If you can imagine being embarrassed, frightened and excited at the same time ...then you are right on :-).

It is addicting isn't it! Absolutely nothing screams "girl" more then the mere act of putting on a bra!

Another lovely story Kaylee...!

Thank you, Becki!

OH If only!!! When i was preteen, I was a little chubkins. A training bra would have done me wonders and I would Have LOVED it.
Alas, My Mother was not that avant garde enough for such a scandalous adventure.

if only she had known how many times I wore her AIOs and stuffed them with her stockings!! [blushing]
Gigi

Don't you wish you could go back and find a way to secretly wear a bra when you were a young boy? ...or maybe even find a way to share your secret with your mother? It is surprising how many mothers were are open to lettering their boys express themselves.

Well In did wear bras, because Mom had a lot of AIOs so they were built in. Would fill them with stockings!! have often wished i would have told her, but not so certain of response.

One of my FM stories, My Son's Budding Breasts, uses the situation of a boy 'suffering' from gynecomastia as a way for mother to get son wearing a bra. The doctor has actually recommended it, to ease some of his aching, so it's not like mother is doing it to feminize him. (Lol, as if.) And he is a reluctant participant. But what I enjoyed exploring as I wrote the story is, could something like having breast growth, and /or wearing a feminine article of clothing, like a bra, actually change the way this boy felt about himself and his gender? Of course, my answer was "yes." The more feminine he looked, the more like a girl his mother treated him, and the more feminine he started feeling. And of course, once he starts experiencing the pleasures of femininity, there is no going back! The condition was only supposed to be temporary, but the change in his self-image was permanent.

I think the idea of a boy's reluctant acceptance of feminine clothes is so much more real than imagined. I know first hand that wearing girls clothes at an early age can change your self image, particularly when you are already a bit insecure. Adding to an already feminine appearance an unexpected development of feminine curves, however slight, only reinforces in a boy's mind that his mother is right and his change in persona is normal. In my opinion, regardless what future changes in appearance develops, a boy in dresses will never lose his psychological dependence on feminine dress as he grows older.

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Something profound happens when you dress as a girl in your youth. Lovely story.

"Profound" is an excellent choice of words. I think it is much easier to see life as a girl before adolesence strikes. It took some time to fully appreciate my childhood but I'm grateful for the path I walked.

Yes. Crossdressing is like opening a door to a new awareness and appreciation for beauty. One gets a peek into the female perspective.

I love your stories i wish i had a mother who was as understanding as yours x

I have come to see that being raised as a girl is a common wish for many boys and men. I suppose most will just have to find happiness whatever way they can in this life ...and hope for a different path in the next life.

I wish my mother had been as encouraging and supportive!

It would be nice if more mothers let their children explore both sides of the gender fence when they are young. Perhaps there would be fewer men like yourself thinking they had missed something in their life. Anyways ...I truly hope you are enjoying life now.

wot a lovely letter you were so lucky mum an sis look after you how nice sleep in sisters old nightie can i ask were their times when you got aroused as sister dressd you :):)

You touch me deeply. I love my brother, my mom and being a woman. I started playing dress up with my brother when I was about 9 and Gil was about to turn 7. We lived in a small house, very isolated Gil and I shared the same room, and were about to move him to the couch. In this case, I started it. I imagined that his PJs were rough and got him into some of my old nighties. Since I did most of the laundry I don't think Mom knew, until one day Mom was doing laundry and asked where Gil's P J s were. I had no wriggle room and had to tell about the nighties. We had a long talk and wanted to know if it was OK with Gil. I told her he liked it and she sat there thinking then said it would save on cost of clothes when we had plenty of my nice old ones.

She told me to put him in my old panties with his nighties. I asked, HER nighties. She said she was not ready to say that yet, but asked me to refer to him that way from now on. So I rold Jill that she would wear panties under her nighties now as did I! There was a big NO! but when night came I just put the panties on her. She whimpered and grumbled but finally said they felt nice. The next morning she we stumbled into the kitchen to breakfast and Mom asked how we were. I think she had a troubled look on her face. I said "She's wearing her panties today." Jill asked if she had to and Mom said Just do as your sister says. she lifted Jill's skirt and said my sh sh she looks nice.

Not another thing was said that day and she wore the panties all day. Mom moved out all her boy things and refilled his cubby with my outgrown things.

I am really pleased that you found a connection with my life. It sounds like you are much like Cindy, my own sister, who along with my mom walked me down this girlish path much the same way you have with Gill/Jill. And just like you, my sister simply ignored my objections, until over time, I no longer objected.

So how long did Gill dress as Jill? Was it just at night or did you show him what it was like to dress as a girl during the day? How long did the dressing go on?

I have lost Jill. But I helped him be happy, till then

I am so very sorry for your loss. I hope you have comfort in knowing how much he must have appreciated your love and support.

love that story really nice x

Thank you.

I just want to find one that would fit me. Nice and soft with lace and small cup size to hold my own breasts.

Fortunately, there is always at least one more to try on.

My sisters used to dress me up like a Barbie doll & I secretly loved it ! I loved it when they would slip their bras & panties on me & put a dress over my shoulders felt so good !!! Now I have my own big collection that I love to wear all day long whenever I want which is all the time!

A Barbie Doll ! ...now thats a cute idea. How old were you and your sisters when you played your games?

I was 6 or 7 & they were10 & 11 if memory serves me right Looking back on that those were good times !

We're I live there is almost always someone home and If I get some time I never get time to hide it and wash of my makeup before there see so its really hard for me althought when I was young my cousin would put me in her princess dresses and I just loved it and when I grew up in p1 we would have play time and not being aloud to dress up with the other girls drove me nuts all I could do was play with toy cars

Kaylee, You are so lucky to have had a childhood that most of only dream about. I wish my mother would have realized what I was doing when I asked her if I could try on her girdle. She just chuckled and said "OK", but it never went any further with her. I did tell her that I liked the way it felt on me and the way it made me feel. I don't know if she ever realized that I was wearing her stuff after that, but I did tell her years later after my first wife and I split up. She didn't seem to be bothered by it, but I got the feeling she didn't want to see me dressed up. You Mom must be an amazing person, don't forget to Love her today !!!

My mom IS amazing ...and I'll tell her you said so when I see her this weekend. If God lets us have a 2nd time around, I hope you get your dream.

what made you start dressing up first

there seems to be a bit of a dispute over that question. I remember first dressing up as a game by my sister when I was 9. My mom remembers me wanting to be be her daughter when i was 8 and insisting she buy me some dresses. Recently she show me picutres of a very happy little boyish girl in dresses when i was 8. so which came first once I turned 8 ...the pants or panties ...I'll guess i'll never know.

U are so luckily I only wish my mum could be like that u have the life I dream of

Lucky Girl....

I certainly didn't think myself lucky at the time ...but the years have taught me to appreciate the thrill of wearing a cute bra and a matching pair of panties. And today, I must have twenty cute matching sets neatly folded up in my drawer. I've come a long way since that first bra.

The process of learning began from there and now u are a person who is well versed his own sexuality and mind.. That is the advantage of good begining..

I don't understand this. I am an open minded person and I am always willing to learn but I just don't understand why a Mother would do this even if she thought her SON had feminine aspects. I would think that it would make the child more confused as to which gender he really is...

I guess to that i don't, or should say didn't, have an answer. I met with my mother yesterday to discuss this very question and may post some of my thoughts as I get my arms around them.

Please do not get me wrong, I have a nephew who is gay and married to a nice man and they are happily living in Oregon. I am happy and proud of them. It is what they want and how they want to live.
But this I just do not understand. Your Mom was trying to make you into something that you were not. I can't get a grasp on that.

I have an opportunity to discuss this at some length with my mother recently. Apparently, it was more my need to dress girlish than being pushed by my mother. And to refresh my memory, she produced a rather heavy album of pictures showing my happiness in dresses ...long before i had remembered wearing anything girlish. Whether she could have made stronger efforts to get me counceling is perhaps true, but I seemed to find much more comfort in being a sister and a daughter than a brother and a son after my father died.

As one who has always said and I do believe this, "What ever makes you happy as long as it is legal" Then you go for what makes you happy. I will not say that you should not do this since it is clear that is what you like. How ever, are you really more comfortable dressing as a girl or do you want to be a girl? I ask because there are so many styles that are unisex such as Blue jeans and tee shirt. So it really is not the clothing. Do you really want to be a female and not a male?

At this point in my life, (and I am still quite young at 20), I am completely aclimated to living as a girl and haven't seen a boy in my mirror for a long time. That being said, the idea of SRS is more than a little frightening. I am just now beginning to explore my feelings towards both guys and girls. I guess there will be a time when I will decide which path to take but i will probably take a few steps down both before i decide where my heart will take me. Does that make sense?

Yes, actually, you are making perfect sense and I commend you for your honesty and integrity. How ever the SRS is just something that I could never see anyone doing. Why? Once gone, there is no turning back. And really is there anything wrong with a 6 inch ****? If you find a partner no matter which sex, and that partner is happy with you. Then why change anything.

Thank you ...and I agree with you completely. I can't imagine going thru the trauma of SRS nor could I accept anyone who demanded that of me. But I have made my first move towards a happy ending. I signed onto a dating site recently and have begun communicating with a couple young men and women. I'm pretty nervous to stick my toes into the dating pool but at least they know up front of my little secret.
And as far as the number 6 goes … I'm afraid my number is a bit less that that. lol.

Hugs,
Kaylee

You will be fine, I am sure of it. You will find someone to love you for being you.
Just use a bit of common sense and make your first date or meeting in a public place. Do not give your phone number or address until after you have met face to face. (Unless the phone number is how you have to communicate) I am hoping it is on line.
This way if you do not want to see that person again, they do not know where you live.

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i wish my parents had found out about my crossdressing and that i had been strong enough to tell them. I truly envy you.

Well thank you for saying that but I don't know if my life is all that enviable. Maybe it is a little bit of the "grass is greener on the other side". I guess there are many good things about my life but I am still wrestling with a few demons, which I suppose most of us are.

Public ridicule i imagine?

Well, actually, no. Few people are aware of my secret and I dont recall being embarrassed by someone challenging me in public. Since my love of a feminine life was not born from any deep seeded need to be a girl, I have mixed emotions from a relationship perspective. A beautiful woman always appeals to me but I have learned to appreciate catching the eye or a smile from certain men. I don't know if I am ready to embrace either romantically yet ...but I am determined to explore each path farther!

I too was 10 years old when i tried on my first lingerie, panties, hoes, powder, lipstick, shoes, etc etc. I never told my mom till this day that i did. I Have not until recently thought about doing it everyday again. I have help from a woman friend to try it again. I am home all the time alone. I have an income to live on that gives me privacy. Yes i will be your friend.

Well I hope you won't always have to live alone. Until you can share your love full time, (which I hope to find myself someday), you seem to be happy rediscovering the 10 year old girl inside of you.

Do you have more stories and can we be friends?

I would be happy to be your friend. My sister recently signed me into EP and I am writing stories as my memories come to me from reading about other people's childhoods. I am sure I'll writie more as they come to me.

Thank you

The life that I always dreamed about and still do.

Wonderful that your mother and sister were both so supportive<br />
Hugs<br />
Sammi

Thank you Sammi ...they were. My memory is that we were very close growing up. Apparenlty, after my father passed away, i found much more comfort in being a sister and a daughter than a brother and a son. We were all very close and even today I live with my sister.

i love this i love putting a bra on and a thin top so it can be seen thank you

It's such a difficult thrill to explain until you actually see a smile from someone else when they admire your otherwise inimate garment.

What a wonderful story, kewlee. It brought both memories as well as goose boomps reading it. How wonderful for your Mother, but also for your sister, to have you! I can certainly understand where after that weekend you were addicted ... who wouldn't be?

Thank you. It seemed so long ago but i still remember how embarrased i was ...and how totally feminized that little piece of satin made of me.

We all remember each step we took towards who we are. I knew I was when I wore my first dress, to some it is that first pair of panties, but we knew as did our moms.

I know! How is that mothers knew that before anyone. Even more interesting, how is it that they new we would accept it?

Mothers know their children, some boys just are not meant to be a traditional boy as it is for girls to not be traditional girls.