STEPPING OUT

The first experince i remember in crossdressing was trying on my mothers tights whilst i was alone in the house. I loved the feel of the soft material against me and the look of them on my legs was great. This went on for a while until i teamed the tights with a dress from my mothers wardrobe. This was fantastic. It felt amazing to wear these soft fabrics and was so far from the dull, mundane clothes a boy would usually wear.

My secret sessions became more regular as i grew older- fueled by the excitement of doing something that was so obviously not allowed, i became more daring. Taking my time now to match the clothes and shoes, even occasionally trying on lipstick to complete the outfit. The problems began when i felt the urge to be seen by others. The overwhealming need to be seen in these clothes consumed me until eventually one night i went to bed wearing a pair of my mothers tights and her silky nightie. The following morning i was inevitably caught by my mother and told to stop being stupid and take her clothes off. Once over the initial embaressment i decided i would never dress up again and so i went into my first peroid of denial.

Not do anything by halves, i managed to keep these urges in check through most of my teens until i turned 18 and left home. It was only then that the combination of the years of frustration and leaving home that ' Tina ' had a chance to blossom.                                                               More soon..................