Mom's Pantyhose, Panties, Bra, High Heels...all Worn By Me (Way Too Often)!
I started crossdressing by wearing my moms and sisters clothing. I began at about age 8. Mom used to hang her pantyhose on the shower curtain rod in the bathroom to dry them. In the evening when I got a bath, I would admire them. One night I decided to put them on. Wow! What a feeling. Smooth, silky, and they way they gripped me was unreal. I knew I had to do this often. I did.
When mom stopped hanging them in there, I would sneak into her room and put her pantyhose on. I decided to try high heels with them one day. Wow! I then decided to try on Mom's bra, panty, pantyhose, girdle,high heels, and full slip. I felt so natural and comfortable I just knew this was the clothing I was meant to wear! I then moved onto wearing my mom's dresses with this outfit. I eventually tried makeup, jewelry, and carrying her purse. My sister's skirts and dresses fit me better, so I often times put those on. I was totally and happily hooked.
When I was not found out, I began doing every weekday afternoon (Mom and sis came home 90 minutes after I usually did.). I had 90 minutes of pure bliss each weekday. Through time I put many a "mysterious" run in my mom's and sister's pantyhose, managed to break the laces on mom's high heel black boots, broke a zipper on one of mom's dresses, and managed to cause their makeup to use up faster than normal. I blamed my sister for all this. I think mom believed me. (I hoped). I even wore mom's or sis's panties and pantyhose to school (middle and junior high) several days per week. I felt so at ease in them. i even wore mom's panties, girdle, nylon RHT stockings held by the girdles garter tabs a few times. These ran much easier than pantyhose I found. I loved wearing this.
I still wasn't found out. One day I came home, and went directly to mom's dresser. I pulled on a pair of her panties, put on one of her bras stuffed with old nylons, slipped into a pair of her pantyhose (sheer to waist suntan), and put on a pair of mom's white high heeled sandals. I put on base makeup, eyeliner, shadow and mascara, rouge, red lipstick, and one of mom's pearl necklaces, pearl bracelet and matching clip on earrings. I decided to go down in our basement so I could hear my heels click on the floor. I walked around awhile. I walked to our telephone by the basement hallway. I pretended I was talking on the phone as I walked back and forth. I did this for several minutes.
I continued to stroll in my heels back and forth as I pretended to talk on the phone. I had no cares or hurries, I was mesmerized and happy. In short, I felt like I was in heaven or so I thought. That is until... I walked out of the hallway still holding the phone talking. As I rounded the corner into our laundry room area, I walked smack in front of my mom who had aparently come home early!! BUSTED BIG TIME!!! She saw me, standing there all scared(me). I scrambled to hang up the phone and run down that hall. Mom told me to stop, she already has seen what I was up to and I might as well walk back over to her. I did. Needless to say I had LOTS AND LOTS OF EXPLAINING TO DO that afternoon.