Quote from: Aelita Lynn on December 17, 2008, 08:42:03 PM
Regardless of what I did with it, it was always too elaborate and hard to take off so I only ever got a chance to wear it when no one was home but me. I used to do that whenever I could. I guess that is totally weird... but I was wondering if anyone else did things like this, or maybe even do now. Anyone?

Well, I don't do that now.  But when I was much younger, I would use a towel for a skirt and pull the hem of my t-shirt up and bunch the middle of it up and wrap it around the middle of the t-shirt for my bra.  Then I would put sock in the "cups" for the breast forms.  When no-fly bikini underwear became popular I got those for my panties.

While I had an older sister, she moved out well before I ever got the nerve to try on her clothes.  And other than my mother, I was in an all male household.  If I ever went out and bought anything like a bra or real panties for myself, I would have probably died from the stress.  And if my parents would have ever found them I would have been beaten.

Aelita, I wager that you may be in a similar circumstance and so you have to "make do".  If that is the case, then you have my sympathies.  I really know where you are coming from.  And, no you aren't weird.

Your punishment games give you an excuse to be "forced" to dress up, when really you do like it.  That is not that unusual.  Therapists hear that quite a bit.  Just don't feel guilty for having those feelings.  They are a part of you.

And while I did get a brief erotic rush from doing something naughty when I dressed up, once the thrill of that past, all I felt was normal.

When I was a lot younger and no one was around, I'd sometimes stuff socks under my shirt and pretend that I had boobs for a bit.  I'd also do the towel-as-skirt thing - though never anything as elaborate as you, Aelita.

I also never had any sister to borrow clothes off...but...

I used to occasionally deliberately put a run in the lower section of my mum tights (pantyhose). She would "swear" then throw then in the waste basket in her room. I would offer to empty all the baskets in the house, and rescue them.  I would then cut off the last 6" where the run was, paint some laquer on them to stop them running more, cut the crutch out big enough to get my head through...and......! instant sheer and stretchy tank top that could be used for holding socks etc. in place.

I never thought of the double pants thing...thats quite neat....!

Chrissty

Back when I was a little kid it was quite common for moms to occasionally dress their preschool boys in little dresses. I even had a picture taken of me in one of those little dresses sitting on a folded up towel on the hood of a black 1950 Ford sedan. I remember like it was yesterday it was Sunny and hot and I could feel me little bum frying before they took the picture.

I had long hair half way down my back up till I was six and got it all cut off before starting school. I use to play house and dress up with the neighbors girl, she and a couple of other neighborhood girls became good friends.

My sister and I use to play dress up also, One time when I was six, she had this big doll and she dressed me up in the dolls dress and paraded me up and down in front of mom and dad like I was a little model that she was proud to show off as her new sister. Of course I was dually as proud. Well there was a dry spell until I got into my early teens where I use to steel my sisters clothes and go dress up in the woods where no one could catch me. I had this old wash tub where I use to put the clothes under to keep dry.

The teen years was also the time I ran with another outcast, her name was Helen, and sometimes during a day of messing about in the woods we did get our clothes messed up so when I stayed at her place we shared her clothes. I ran away from home when I was 15 and made my way to New York and joined up with a band of hippies and lived in a commune for two years. I had butt length long hair and everyone thought i was a girl so I lived there as a girl for two years, even had a boy friend up until the time I decided it was time to leave.

That was some realy fun and memorable days, maybe I lived a charmed life but it was a good life until I got to the age of 25 then the crap hit the fan and it would not be until 12 years ago that I began to touch my dream again. The pretending punishment thing? I spent twenty five years of my life paying for my sins as I called it back then. I beleive I have several boot prints on my butt somewhere that says, *Paid in full!*

Cindy       

Used my sister's bras; eventually bought my own towards the end of highschool.

Quote from: Aelita Lynn on December 17, 2008, 08:42:03 PM
I guess that is totally weird... but I was wondering if anyone else did things like this, or maybe even do now. Anyone?

Not wierd, creative. Way back when,, I used a silky flower print table cloth to make a sorta toga style dress.

Quote from: cindybc on December 18, 2008, 01:31:46 PM
,,, and go dress up in the woods where no one could catch me.

Cindy       

Me too, (except I think inside I wanted to get caught).  

When I was a teenager I would just swipe one of moms bras for a short bit

Quote from: Aelita Lynn on December 17, 2008, 08:42:03 PMI take some underwear and put an arm through one leg and the other arm and my head through the other and do the reverse with yet another "pair" of underwear. Then I would have a sort of "bra" and I would pack it with wadded clothes and wear a shirt over it.

That sounds like an incredible amount of trouble when you can simply buy a shoelace, a cheap T-shirt, and a pair of socks.  Pick up the shoelace, cinch the front part of the T-shirt neck together with the bottom of the shirt, stuff the now "compartmentalized" shirt with the socks, and use the remaining ends of the shoelace to hold up the fake boobs.

Of course, it would be a lot less trouble to buy a bra and breast forms.  But if you live with someone else, those items are very suspicious when found.  A spare shoelace is not.

Maybe I'm just a genius.  I was ten years old and it took me all of two days to figure out the shoelace technique.  But I suppose when you desire something that everyone tells you you're not supposed to have, you have to be creative, and a little crazy to boot.

Now please, just go buy a long shoelace, and stop stretching your underwear.

QuoteMe too, (except I think inside I wanted to get caught). Linda

Yep you got that right. I use to dress up in the woods with one of my sisters dresses then go sir on top of the hill overlooking the lake, I guess with the long hair I knew that from the lake I would look like a girl. I would sit there and when a boat would go by I would wave at them and they would wave back. It just felt wonderful to have people think I was a girl.

One summer evening when there was no one at home I once again dressed in one of my sisters dresses and had my stereo turned up and was dancing around the living room with the curtains to the front bay windows open and I saw this car driving by on the highway with some guy half way out the rear window whistling and waving at me.

One time I did get caught by my sister. She was supposed to be away for the evening and she came home and caught me dressed in one of her dresses and she threatened to tell mom and dad. She did, my mom never said anything but my dad threatened to having my hair cut off and dress me in a dress and have me sit in his restaurant all day. Inwardly I smiled and thought, I wish.

I believe my mom knew something. I was close to my mom and spent a lot of time around her in the house, heck my sister did more outside stuff with my dad then I did. My mom use to call me her little berdache which is french and close in meaning with TS.

Cindy

Quote from: cindybc on December 19, 2008, 01:08:09 AM

One time I did get caught,,,,

Cindy

Oh, I'm pretty sure I was busted at some point. Back in high school, my brother blatently told me everyone knew I was "prancing around the house in my mothers dresses". I had long hair as well, often wearing it flipped over to one side just sweeping over one eye. Yea, people talked.

Oh Gawd....

this reminds me of a childhood story....

ok, whats the one thing you would just die to get a hold of when you first started dressing?
(answer coming...read on)

So I got this pillow from my grandma, rest her soul, and it was a super comfy pillow...used it for years. Around age 12, my brother and I were pillow fighting and it tore...not completely...but a little. I quit fighting cuz I didnt want to ruin it.

That nite while in bed...I was playing with it trying to get comfy and something poked out the hole...I reached in and found it was stuffed with pantyhose!!!!!!! There were about 30 pairs in there plus about 10 satiny nylon panties.

Yes this is a true story...think about that one for a while.

Forgot to mention, I been wearing panties since I was 15 years old. Just exchanged them once a week out of the laundry basket, until I was able to either steal them or buy them from the clothing store. I never liked the feeling of that stuff down there dangling loosely in a pair of regular boys underwear. Panties kept everything tight down there.

Cheeeeez that sounds funny talking about this stuff after all these years, like a depraved ->-bleeped-<-. "Hee, hee, hee."  No offence intended just another sample of my silly humor, Cindy slaps herself on her red cheeks.

Cindy

Quote from: Rita Irene on December 19, 2008, 02:16:34 PM
Oh Gawd....
this reminds me of a childhood story...
I reached in and found it was stuffed with pantyhose!!!!!!! There were about 30 pairs in there plus about 10 satiny nylon panties.
think about that one for a while.

At age 12-ish, it would've been like hitting the lottery! cha-ching! freebies 4 me!

Quote from: cindybc on December 19, 2008, 02:43:14 PM
Forgot to mention, I been wearing panties since I was 15 years old. Just exchanged them once a week out of the laundry basket, until I was able to either steal them or buy them from the clothing store.

Wait, so you stole from a store? 
To me that takes more guts then telling my parents im a MTF!
I dont mean any of this in a bad way, more of a surprised one.

Yea I went through that stage during my teens. My friend Helen and I stealing stuff and running out of the store and be gone before anyone knew what happened. We did id for the challenge being a mite of both rebellious and mischievous. It was just little stuff, panties were part of it. They didn't have alarms or cameras back then just those big round mirrors.

My stealing days ended done day when I got caught stealing a package of tobacco. My friend sat beside me in the managers office ans said to the cop that if I was going to jail she was coming with me. Needless to say that cop got to know us quite well for creating mischief, After a good finger waging he would drive us home.

Drove both of us to my house one night and he knocked on the door and when my mom opened the door he ushered us in saying to my mom, you shouldn't let your daughters run around loose like this late at night. I had butt long hair back then "Hee, hee, hee." even my mom had a laugh about that one after the nice officer left.

Cindy

Hi
I used to have a long T shirt that I would walk around the house in wearing a short pair of shorts. To me it was dress, to my mum it was -tuck your shirt in.
Getting caught, I was using my sisters clothes from 5 yrs old. Didn't at the time know why. As a teenager my dad caught me fully clothed on a friday night, the rest of the family were downstairs watching TV ( no pun intended ). I was doing this every friday night. I suppose I wanted to be caught. Dad said it was just a phase and not to mention it to Mum. On the Sunday he told me to go to confession and tell the priest I had sinned. Never went and have never been back to church.
I'll tell the story of being caught by my mum on request!

Love
Cindy James

Quote from: CindyJames on December 27, 2008, 12:58:21 AM

I'll tell the story of being caught by my mum on request!

Love
Cindy James

Ok, hon, fess up!  Let's hear it!

-Sandy

Quote from: Aelita Lynn on December 17, 2008, 09:09:16 PM
Whats funny is that I somehow managed to convince myself that I wasn't doing it for the reasons that I actually was. At first I pretended that I was trying to embarrass myself as punishment for something that I did. Sometimes I had trouble trying to invent at offense to "punish" myself for.

LOL the old "forced feminization" deal but without the nasty internet sex connotations. When I was a child I used to fantasize I was kidnapped by an evil scientist who, guess what, turned me into a girl. Oh the horror 

I don't know how old you are, but I'd recommend getting yourself a bra too. You can go to a discount department store and quickly get it through the register. Probably will make you blush furiously but don't worry, people rarely care.

I can guarantee it'll feel much better than that rig once you put it on though

Quote from: Aelita Lynn on December 17, 2008, 09:09:16 PM
Whats funny is that I somehow managed to convince myself that I wasn't doing it for the reasons that I actually was. At first I pretended that I was trying to embarrass myself as punishment for something that I did. Sometimes I had trouble trying to invent at offense to "punish" myself for.

Aelita Sweetie, anytime you start inventing things to punish yourself for, you are treading on dangerous ground. Things of this nature have a way of growing before you can get a handle on it. No one here wants to see you get hurt and you have absolutly done nothing to feel ashamed of or to feel guilty about. You are you and you are responding to a very hard thing for anyone to deal with.

There is nothing wrong with trying to be yourself, period. Hugs baby.

Wendy

Ok Kassandra,

I was 16-17, this was about a year after Dad had caught me. Being caught didn't stop anything just made me more careful. Ann my sister who is 2yrs older than I, and the same size, still is, bought a great leatherette mini (this was 40yrs ago). I had weds off from school for a study break for exams.Everyone else, 2 sisters mum and dad, were at work or school.

Naturally I had a shower, got the undies out, stuffed the bra with socks, had on oantihose a blouse and the new skirt, and shoes, all Ann's. I didn't need make up, my hair was shoulder length (fashionable in the Beatles era). I had not developed much as a guy (thank whatever)and was often mistaken as a girl, or told you look like a girl, which I loved but my male friends laughed at ( they didn't know). Anyway I looked in the mirror and I almost cried. I was Cindy. I looked like how I felt. I went down stairs sat in the lounge and read a magazine, next thing the front door opens. I'm trapped. Mum walks in the lounge, Ann? Oh God YOU PERVERT. From that point it went downhill! I was crying. She was screaming. I honestly don't remeber how I got out of the clothes and back into itselfs. For weeks there were discussions between M&D behind closed doors, he's a pervert should see a psychiatrist (if only looking back) I had my beautiful hair cut off. Wasn't allowed to alone in my room except to sleep. S**t was all over me.

Years later after I left the UK to Australia to get SRS, which I didn't after falling in love with a girl who accepted Cindy fully. We went back to the UK for a holidy, this would be 20yrs? later. While we were out Rebecca bought two blouse3s she liked one for her and one for Cindy. Back at the house she showed them to mum, and said I bought one for both of us. The glow of anger that came into mum's eyes was awesome to see. I just smiled at her and said to my wife, thanks hon, I love clothes shopping with you.
Her reaction when she found out from the washing that there were only panties and no men's undies was also interesting. Game and set.
If there is a morale to this it's that we are what we are. Mum's finding out and her reaction did nothing. No that's wrong, it did, it made me stronger. I realised that I had no choice, I wasn't a pervert. I was normal. The others who can't see that I am normal are the perverts. They just don't know it.

Love and Hugs

Cindy James

How I was found out by my family in Australia is the next by request!