My First Time Mother Dressed Me As A Girl

My 8th birthday was the first time mother completely dressed me, and although it was so long ago I do remember my first dress was a light blue party dress. Being that I was young and challenged, with Cerebral Palsy that I had since birth, mom usually got me dressed. That birthday she surprised me by bringing in a little girls party dress into my bedroom, along with lingerie for me. The only thing I knew about were the white shoes, which had small one inch heels that she took me to be fitted for a few weeks prior to my birthday. Since I was physically challenged my mother believed in starting me in heels early.  This way I could get used to wearing heels which really benefited me in the long run.  She started putting white panties and a bra look vest on me and then took out a brand new pair of white sheer pantyhose from the package. From the first few minutes of her putting my stockings on, I loved how they felt! Then my full slip and new dress we put on, and finally she slipped my shoes on.
That day she took me out to have my ears pierced and then out to lunch.. My new dress, shoes and earrings were my birthday presents that year!
When we got home mother told me she wasn’t going to change me into boy clothes because my new dress looked very pretty on me and some of my siblings would be coming over for cake and ice cream.  Besides, my father knew I would be dressed as a girl and according to my mother he wanted to see me in my new dress.  For a while my father didn’t mind mother dressing me as a little girl.  However, as I grew older his resentment of mother dressing me each and every Saturday and most Sundays also grew. 
Within a year and a half from my 8th birthday I had a closet that was divided in half.  Half was my boy clothes and half was for my dresses, skirts, sweaters and blouses.  It became very routine that mother and I went to do the grocery shopping on Saturday, and two weeks after my 8th birthday mother insisted that I went with her dressed as a girl, including having my make up done and in heels.  Some little girls wear sox and their Mary Jane shoes, but not I.  Every time mother dressed me she would put stockings on me.  Summer or winter, it didn’t matter, she put stockings on me.
Mother was never that big on dressing up herself, but when she started to feminize me she also started to wear dresses herself, in part to encourage me to be more willing to be like her.  One feminine thing my mother did love is wearing high heels.  She would wear them most every day and her usual heels were three inches high.  When I complain about wearing my high heels, she would tell me to look at her heels and say “if I could wear my high heels all day, I think you can wear your high heels too.”
betty3100 betty3100
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3 Responses Feb 18, 2011

This happened in 1970!

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Unfortunately, all the pics of my youth are no where to be found. I havee been in search of them for years, and to no avail. I especially was looking around for some pics of when mother and I attended formal events together when both of us wore matching formal gowns. The first event that mother and I wore matching formal gowns was when I was nine years old and had to attend someone's wedding. Because it was almost a year after mother started to feminize me, she sat me down and asked me if I wanted to go to the wedding dressed like mommy or dressed like daddy. Of course the answer was 'like mommy'. So, when mother went to be fitted for her gown I too went wiith her to be be fitted for my first formal gown, which were pale yellow. I am going to write a more deeper story about this experience, but I want to say that it was mother's choice of what color our gowns were AND how high my high heels were for the wedding!

Thank you for sharing this personal story, I have wished my entire life that mom would have given me the chance to be her little daughter, just one day. If she did dress me up I don't have any proof. I was involved in some bad stuff in Baghdad, lost some soldiers, but, I also lost much of my early memories, I have been trying to rebuild some of it through catalogues and magazines of the period. We also have something else in common, I also suffered from childhood disease when I was three years old, my brother, who is three years older than me, had infantile polio at three years old. We were in an iron lung for some time, leg braces and special care followed. I wish mom had put us in dresses, the changing would have been much easier. The problems from this early disease has followed us into our later years. I know I would have been much happier if I had experienced some of your dress up activities. Easter, Christmas, Halloween were always the worst, and after being disappointed so many times, I would cry myself to sleep, wishing that I would wake up a daughter, you were so lucky to be able to experience your feminine self. Thank you for sharing, I would love see any early photos, if you would like to share more, email me at: Your friend, ej