My Mom Made Many Of My Little Girl Panties, Slips, And Dresses...

During my boyhood years my mom made many of my panties, slips and dainty dresses, cus, well, I dearly loved satin and so did she. I even had wonderful short satin short pants with belt loops, pockets and a zipper fly, in power blue, black, and white. Mom even made me white satin boy style briefs.

In case you didn't read my story elsewhere, here it is:

My Life as a Young Boy

About age six I began a career as a child model, modeling for a local agency with many national accounts. My mom was a licensed agent in this state and because of her own notoriety; she was able to keep me working regularly at the local and national levels.
By age seven I’d become a regular fixture on a local TV show helping to sell products and had established quite a portfolio placing me in demand, especially when a very pretty little boy was desired. Adding to my “fame” was being discovered by a nationally famous movie actor who fell in love with me, and whenever he came into town to film a commercial for a food product manufacturer, he insisted that I be in that commercial also.
Just before my 10th birthday while on the set at a national account that sold among other things, children’s clothing, it seems that a little girl model didn’t show and well, the agency rep asked my mom if I would stand in for her since I was certainly pretty enough to be a little girl. Mom consulted with me and despite my objections decided that I’d love to take that little girl’s place.
That day opened up a whole new adventure in my young life and by the age of eleven I’d modeled more dainty little panties, slips, petticoats, dresses and all other manner of little girls’ clothing more than I modeled boys stuff. Course, I wasn’t alone as the agency that I was under contract to actually had about eight other young boys who also modeled as a little girl, and we was in demand, even forming our own exclusive club at L & L, which Timmy Rogers, (our unofficial leader ‘cus, well, he had more seniority at the agency which his uncle was a partner), named “The Blue Princesses”. We'd always show up at assignments wearing our blue baseball caps. Course, the Dressers hated out hat hair but hey. And yes, we all hair somewhat long hair that could be styled or have a fall clipped onto it.
My modeling activities by and large were kept pretty quiet ‘cept for the immediate family, meaning my mom and agent, my much older brother, and that jerk who claimed to be my father, but wasn’t, trust me! Oh! The Catholic grade school I attended found out ‘cus I was being taken out of school on a regular basis to work assignment. The Church’s Pastor approved these releases ‘cus my mom was making rather nice donations to the church. It was Sister Mary Margaret, the Principal, who became upset with my modeling. She just about ate her black habit when she found out that I was also modeling girls’ clothes, even little girls’ panties. That just seemed so wrong in her perverted mind. She of course kinda leaked what I was doing and soon I was the School Sissy Boy and to her dismay, instant hero and boy god to most of the other kids. That was because they hoped that I’d get them modeling jobs. Naturally, the boy

Jockstrapers had a problem with me modeling little girls’ undies and dresses, but fortunately for me, most of the 7th and 8th grade boys thought I was a pretty neat widdle kid. Hey! I was extremely popular with just about every girl in my school and that further pissed off the Nun.
The down side was my playing on the school’s baseball team days were over since the coach didn’t “allow sissy little girls” on his team. That was ok ‘cus, well, I was off to Chicago most Saturdays modeling, and had even managed to convinced my agent to also represent my best friend forever, a classmate I’d nicknamed “Fraky”. Don’t remember why I named him that but it stuck even to this day.
The upside was that my agent, (mom) encouraged me and Fraky to practice being sissy, dainty, proper little girls to insure more modeling, thus more money for the old collage fund. Just about every day after school Fraky and me would race home undressing on the way so that by the time we reached my house, we was just about down to our ugly boy undies. I had a really good supply of very pretty satin panties, slips, and dresses that mom had made for me, enough to share with Fraky. We called our dressing up activity, “playing little girls” and mom loved it. That jerk, who claimed to be my father, just snorted and call us nasty names. My older brother just thought that we was 2 really weird little boys as he was leaving to stay with his friends.
Between the ages of about 10 and 14 Fraky and me continued to play little girls whenever we could, and I continued to model both genders, but as I approach 14 the assignments to model as a girl became few and far between.  Fraky never really made it as a model, ‘cus, gosh, he just wasn’t a pretty as me.
During these years I enjoyed many adventures and loved every minute on my modeling and acting activities, but there was some painful times also that have played a major role in my rejecting the Catholic faith, one specifically, the week in the 5th grade when I had to attend school every day for a week dressed like a very sissy little girl for “teasing” a little girl in my class.
Over the years I have researched the idea of young boys wearing girls’ clothing both by choice and by force, and have created more than 1000 pictures of “sissy dressed boys”, some funny, some sad, some happy and cute, some real, some “Photoshopped”, but none sexual or pornographic, because my experiences were never sexual or pornographic. I did have an uncle who often took some “interesting” pictures of me.
My only anger is directed at that Catholic Nun who sought to deliberately hurt me and my mom. I am also a bit angry with those who sit in judgement of boys “playing little girls” by choice.  I grew up to be totally straight and married to the same wonderful lady for 40 years until her death. We raised a great family and I enjoy grandchildren and a very special Godson adopted by 2 gay moms when the saintly religious people threw him away and didn’t want him.
I do believe strongly that this world is changing and the day is near when women will be the “men” and “men” will be the women and find themselves 2nd or 3rd class citizens as we males have so dominated females for centuries. We’ve earned every injustice that women will inflict on us.
theBillyandBudBear theBillyandBudBear 66-70, M 8 Responses Dec 24, 2010

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What a wonderful story.

Melodie, your common sense astounds me. The term "Professor" is one of endearment well deserved by you.


Giggelets - Bill

I too have found that some here don't relate or tell their stories out of shame or for some other unknown reasons. So instead relate fantasy or wishes. Unfortunately some have to make it a sordid sexual tale they think to make it interesting. I prefer to read stories from those (they are here) who actually relate how and why they became the people they are today. How dressing as a young boy in girls clothing affected their lives like did it influence them and make them a better more rounded person, to accept others even with their faults or ambiguities. I think that is a purpose for us being here, as we can see life from both of the sides of gender.

I came to dressing up as a 30 year old and enjoyed it very much. I was a very conservative and careful "woman" and rather good looking. I was very athletic and had a beautiful set of legs. I became extremely expert at make up and on many occasions went out with close (girl) friends as if we were sisters. One especially was a very good photographer and I cherish the photographs she took. I have had two wives and two great kids. I danced with an all girl entertainment troupe. Won a prize for being the the best character who wasn't in costume at a halloween dance. It was a smug thrill to walk about town and shop in the malls as a woman except I was constantly approached by men for dates. Time , however has passed and I am much too vain to be a woman if I'm not great looking. That is sad!

i can relate to what "time" and "mother nature" can do to change our feminine appearances. especially, when we've enjoyed living most of our lives as an attractive and precoucious young lady. for me now, it's not as much "vain", as it is finding things to wear. thanks for your wonderfull insight.

i'm also one of those with a true life upbringing, as a little girl by my mom. i also have documentation, and as you will see in my photo album here. i've never fully stopped enjoying living diapered and dressed, in much the sameway as i was raised.

i can also relate to going to a catholic school. yet, my experiences weren't as bad as mentioned here by others. and i don't think anyone else here, went to school diapered and changed by the school nurse, right on through the 8th grade. high school was a different matter. i had to go to a public high school, and they weren't capable or allowed to deal with changing my diapers.

i was almost 19 years old, when my mom passed away. by then, i was very comfortable going out and about dressed as a gurl, and i had absolutely no desire to live or dress as a male. so, i finally taught myself how to change my own diapers. and went on to explore the rest of my life as diapered (t)gurl.

i still have many of the frilly dresses and matching silky rhumba style diaper covers that my mom handmade to fit me in my late teens. many of those and other little girl style clothes that my mom enjoyed taking me out in, still fit me! and, on certain occaisions. my wife enjoys diapering and dressing me exactly like my mom did, and we go out to relive some of those exciting activities that i missed enjoying, as i did with my mom.

i too, could write a novel here. but instead, i welcome anyone interested in corressponding, to email me direct at: feel free to ask me anykinds of quesions. as you can see from my photos here, i'm not ashamed, nor inhibited.

God Bless and keep you safe.


What beautiful people you both are!

The readers on EP have some truly unique experiences to see here. They, me included, should let it flow over us. But alas, I doubt many of us will never know the full extent of the meaning of some of the wonderful experiences you both have shared with us.

I am proud to be in your circles. God bless.

Elizabeth Jane you are an amazing human being whom I feel so honored to be listed as one of your many friends.

Between you and me, my major reason for sharing my "ventures, (adventures) as I call them, is because out there all over the internet there are so many stories about young boys wearing girls' clothing that are simply stated, sexual crap, written to arouse sexual appetites. So many of these stories are pure and total fantasy and wishful thinking and have no connection to real boys who enjoyed real and natural experiences in little girls' clothing.

I've said it many times, I was never, ever, sexually molested not matter how I was dressed, (except for what that Nun did to me, but I guess technically that wasn't sexual). I was never "tied up" spanked as described in so many of those stories that are out there. I was never force-dressed in garter belts and stockings with 8 inch high heels.

Certainly I was sometimes cruelly teased by my peers and during that punishment week even by adults and teachers, but by and large I was just a very pretty young boy chosen to model by an agency and afforded the opportunity to increased my earning substantially by modeling both genders, and earn even more cus I had the ability to shed real tears on command.

My 'venture are very real and true with serious documention available for reason, and yes, some of them I have taken minor liberties with, embellishing them just enough to keep them fun not heavy.

I am so pleased that special people like you appreciate my 'ventures and aren't looking for sex and violence beyond normal boy behavior.

Considering all the other children and especially boys I have worked with, I don't know of a single boy who modeled both genders who was ever abused either sexually or physically, and I know for a fact that all of those boys pretty much did just what me and Fraky did, specifically play "little girls" because that was how a boy modeling both genders honed his craft!

All of us also had one thing in common, we was all very pretty boys leaning heavily to the effeminate side, and was small for our ages and quite petite, with somewhat long or curley hair.

Certainly I know that most other boys didn't enjoy all that I got to enjoy and sadly many of them didn't get to ever play "little girls", and it for those people that I share my stories hopefully so they will see that it was so sexual and shady. They just was sent to parents with different ideas on what a boy had to be. Life is not perfect and much of it is the luck of the draw.

Imagine what life was / is like for say an African American children growing up in a "white" world. Oh say a handicapped child that can't see or walk.

I think you job and mine is to in our own way according to our talents help education people that being different isn't bad. I am so glad that DADT was repealed and I hope that soon, gay marrage with be totally lawful and accepted, and that nobody will give a second thought to seeing a man or boy wearing a pretty dress, and I guess that's where you and me come in

And wow! I musta bored you to death with this lecture. I am sorry.

I wish I new how to better make use of this site and make it easier for our friends to enjoy my 'ventures. I'd love to figure out how to add pictures to my "stories".

Anyway, thank you for all your kind words.


P.S. I apologize for the spelling and grammar mistakes but it getting late here and I'm about shot.

Your experiences are some of the most amazing I have heard, from many members. It seems with those people who realy cared about your inner-girl your were accepted and nurtured in your new personna. I along with others, have ill feelings towards those nuns that were so "earthly minded they were of no Godly use". You were fortunate to have lived in two worlds and I am sure you became a better more carrying and loving person for these experiences. I value your thoughts and feelings, and since you have been more involved in the feminine world, I will eagerly look for guidance and direction. Being accepted the way God made us is one of the greatest gifts there are. Please write me anytime you feel the urge. I know that in all your experiences, especially in your modeling your met other, maybe even younger boys that were being brought up in the same gentle mannner that you did. Please share any of these friends that were part of your life. I know you know this question; what was the name of your first girl friend?, and why was she so special, was it her clothes, her personality or her understanding? My first girl friend was Marles. I grew up with her in school, was confortable around her, but, always felt I wanted to be part of her world. I will tryi to share more as the thoughts come. Thank you again for your friendship. Elizabethjane