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Remembering That First Time Dressed! free porn video
HI! I have been crossdressing since I was about 7-years-Old. Just the
other day a lady friend of mine, (who knows I'm a crossdresser), anyway,
she asked me how I first started dressing. She also wanted to know what
made me put on a dress in the first place?
It's funny, I haven't told that many people how I started out. I would
just say that I was hooked with this great feeling I had as soon as I put
the dress on. I was hooked so bad that I would steal and hide one of my
sister's party dresses along, with a crinoline & rumba pantie. Then later
when I figured it was safe I would get dressed. if I really think about
it, I guess if I think about it, I rattled this story off to others that
ask, as if it was an everyday thing. I don't give any real though to it
any more. It's something that happened a long time ago, in a land far
away. But if you really think about it, you have to realize, that putting
on that first dress, or feminine item, whatever it was, it changed you.
Maybe it was 5 years ago, or like me it happen way back when. You must
agree it was a life-changing event.
Later on that night I sat there thinking about what this friend had asked
me. I was thinking of just how that very first time came about. I know
most of us remember the first time getting dressed, but do we really
remember it? Do you ever think about how it all came together that day?
How you felt, while wearing the items you had on? What about the whole
excitement of that moment? What you were thinking and feeling, when you
put on that frilly outfit? How sacred you were that someone would see
you, or catch you and maybe make fun of you. No matter what it was you
wore, you know how it made you feel inside. Maybe it was just some
panties and a nightgown, but you like how you felt, wearing what ever it
was..
Think about it! How did you end up dressing that first time? Was it
something you wanted to do, or was it as a form of punishment for
something you did wrong? Maybe it was because you wanted to see how you
looked dressed like your sister or as a girl? Did your sister or maybe it
was one of her friend's and her, who dress you up, for fun one day while
playing, and you were hooked. Then again it could it have been a
girlfriend, who asked if she could dress you up just for fun? Maybe
someone suggested you dress as a girl for Halloween? We all started out
someway, somehow didn't we? We all have our stories.
So there I sat remembering how on that faithful day, I ended up dressed
in my sisters party dress. It all started coming back to me, like it
happen yesterday.The more I remembered the more the feelings and all the
excitement came back.With the excitement I remembered all the thrills of
the moment. How it all started! I also remembered how sacred i was that
someone would catch me. Wow it was like I went back in time to that day.
Funny how something like a person asking a simple question can cause you
to remember so much.
That's when I decide to put it all down on paper, in story form, mainly
so others would see and feel how I felt. I also want others to think
about how they started out, and to remember just how great they felt. By
the time I was done writing I had almost five pages of memories.
First let me give you a little background, about me and the era I grew up
in. It was a time when "Sex" was a bad word, and no one ever talked about
it. Most people knew very little about a transvestite's. No one ever
heard of the words, Transgender, or Transsexual yet.
The year was 1952, and I was 7-years-old. Back then girls and ladies
both, wore nothing but dresses, maybe some shorts, or pedal pushers in
the summer. My story starts out with a shopping a trip with my mom and
sister. We were shopping for a new birthday dress, for my sister's
upcoming birthday and party. In the early fifties girls showed up at
birthday parties, dressed to the nine's, in their prettiest and frilliest
dresses. You never saw anyone show up who was not dressed up, even the
boys wore their Sunday best clothes to the parties.
I do remember for some strange reason every once in a while at a party, I
would look at the girls all dressed up in their pretty outfits. I would
get this feeling, (Gee! girls really have pretty things to wear, why
don't boys?) But like most boys with sisters, I figured that was a normal
feeling to have. So I paid little mind to it, till that faithful day.
Like I said I was on a little shopping trip with mom and my sister. My
sister was turning 5 in about two weeks. Mom had decided she needed a new
outfit for the upcoming birthday party. Remember this was the early
fifties. The time of little girl's fancy party dresses, with tons of lace
& bows. Oh don't forget the crinolines that held the skirts of those
dresses standing up & out. So as the little girls walked along, with her
dress bouncing from the starched crinoline, you sometimes got a look at
her frilly rhumba panties under her pretty dress.
Mom was looking for that one special dress for my sister. We had already
been to a couple of shops, but found nothing mom liked. So here we were,
at yet another store.
Ah, great! Mom seems to have found what she had been looking for. I must
admit, when I looked at this dress, I to thought it was a real pretty
dress. The dress was pink taffeta / satin and had those cute puffed type
short little girl sleeves made of thin silk netting. Then at the arm
openings of the sleeves there was elastic, with white lace attached all
around, and a cute little pink bow on the lace of each sleeve. The dress
it self was a flowing, flared out skirt style.You know the kind that
little girls wore back in the early fifties. The dress had white lace
trimmings, and pink & white bows all over and around. It also had a pink
satin sash type belt, that tied in the back in a large bow, which really
made it look gorgeous.
We had already been to a couple of other shops, where mom had gotten
everything else on sale that she figured would go with any dress she
found. She already had a white, full slip, crinoline, and some lacey,
ankle socks. She had bought at least three pair of rhumba panties, in
different colors, one of which, my sister just loved. That pair was all
white, and had row after row of pink lace on the front & rear, plus a
little pink bow right in the center of the seat. Mom had also picked up a
pair of black patient leather Mary Jane's and a matching pocket book.
So there I sat in a chair, near the changing room, with all this stuff in
bags setting there in the chair next to me. As far as I could tell, if my
sister like this dress, we were done, and she had her whole new outfit.
All she had to do was try this dang dress on, and we were out of there. I
guess you can tell I wasn't happy about being there.
I just sat in that chair and watched. It seemed all my sister wanted to
do was complain. She didn't want to try on any more dresses. She wanted
to go home and play with her dolls and her friends. I'm sitting there
listing to her complain, wondering what's all the fuss about. Dang!
That's really a pretty dress, put it on, so mom can check it out, and
let's get the heck out of here. Gees one of my friends is waiting for me
too.
Well about then I had a good chance to take a nice long look at the dress
for a couple of seconds. I'm thinking. WOW! That is a gorgeous dress, and
it looks really pretty. That's when a dumb idea came to me, as I started
thinking. Gees, I wondered how I would look in a dress like that? You
know one of those dumb passing idea's that pop into your head, when
you're sitting in a chair, in a girls dress shop, surrounded by tons of
frilly, girlie dresses, bored to death.
Mom finally got her way as always. My sister fussed, but she tried on the
dress.She looked fabulous. Mom was happy, and my sister? Well, heck! Even
I could tell she loved how she looked. I remember how she was spinning
around, and giving that wiggling move, you know what I mean. One of those
side-to-side twisting wiggles. All the time she was smiling and looking
in the mirror at herself. You could tell she liked the dress. So Mom paid
for dress, packed it up, plus all the rest of the stuff, and home we
went.
The next Saturday, Mom had to take my sister to the doctors for something
or other. I was staying home with dad. Just after she left, Dad got a
call from where he worked. Dad was an over the road truck driver and was
gone over the road a lot. Sometimes up to four weeks at a time, but he
was a great guy. Well, it seems they needed him to take a truck out for a
local delivery. We could always use the extra money. So dad said, he
would be right there. Dad told me to keep the doors locked, and that mom
would be home in about an hour or so. he told me if I needed help go next
door to Mrs. Millers. I have already given her a call so she know your
home.
He then said, "Tell mom he would be back by 6 o'clock".
I said, "Okay," and he left for work, as I locked the doors. Back then it
was normal for me to be home alone, mainly because you could run next
door to the neighbors if you needed help. Everyone watched out for
everyone else on the block.
So there I was, all alone in the house. I found my toy guns and started
to play cops & robbers. I was shooting the bad guys all over the house,
when finally I got to my sister's room.
I jumped into the room, rolled on the floor, and shot one of the bad
guys. BANG!
That's when I saw it. There it was! "That Pretty Pink Party Dress!"
It was just hanging on the closet door. The satiny taffeta was shining
from the sun light peeking in the window.
I just stood their frozen in time looking at it. Something seemed to come
over me; I felt this excitement building inside me. I'm thinking, that
dress looks so pretty, I wonder what I would look like in a dress like
that. Then I'm thinking, what'swrong with you? Boys don't wear dresses! I
looked at the dress once again, with the satin and all that lace and the
bows all around. I wondered how it would feel to wear something that
pretty.
I'm not even sure why I wanted to try it on, I just did. I felt like the
dress was calling to me "TRY ME ON." go ahead try me on, no ones home. My
head was spinning, it was telling me "NO" Don't!" you're a boy silly!
Then I felt like "YES" go ahead try it on. No one will be home for a
while, the doors are all locked. So why not go for it, try it on, I
finally gave in, and said, "YES."
One thing that was in my favor, my sister was a little lager then me. As
I had said before, at that time I was on the small size for my age. Let's
put it this way I was about the size of a 5-year-old. My sister was
taller and sshh a little chubbier then me. She looked like she was about
6 maybe even 7. So I figured that maybe the dress might just fit me.
I found some of her older rhumba panties in her dresser draw. So I put
them on over my regular underwear. Next came that full slip crinoline mom
just got her. I pulled it over my head and smoothed it out. The netting
stood out all around me. Then I finally went up to the dress. Oh My Gosh!
WOW! I touched it! Oh my when I touched the satin taffeta, it felt so
silky that it gave me chills. I took it off the hanger and pulled it over
my head and slid it down over the crinoline.
Oh-My-Gosh! I remember I felt like I belonged in the dress all my life.
Why can't this be my dress? It felt so great wearing it that I was
shaking with delight and excitement. I did have some trouble with the
buttons up the back. So I only did some of them the best that I could, up
near the top, then I tied the sash in a large bow in back. the dress
stood out from the big crinoline that was pushing up on it. Now it was
time for the Mary Jane shoes. I was going to put them on, but first I
needed some socks. Frilly ones if I can find them. I found a pair of my
sister's older frilly socks in the draw and put them on. Then I put on
the Mary Jane's. They fit me just right. I was surprised that the shoes
fit so well.
That's when I walked over to look in the large full length door mirror,
and almost died. Except for my hair, I looked like a girl about 4 maybe 5
years old. OMG! I looked a lot like my sister! So I decided to go into
the bathroom and find mom's hair brush. I brush & comb my hair down from
the center of my head all around. My hair was just a little on the long
side, but not really long. I then combed it down in front making nice
looking bangs. I went back to Sis's room and looked around. Yes that's
what I'm looking for. It was a cute looking clip on, hair bow, in white,
to match the bows on the dress. So I clipped the cute bow into my hair,
near the center of my head, above the bangs. I found my sister's doll and
picked it up.
I then when back over to the full-length mirror again. I looked in the
mirror while holding the doll, like I seen sis do so many times before. I
couldn't believe what I was looking at. Could this really be me? NO-WAY!
There looking back at me was a cute looking girl and to me she looked so
beautiful & pretty. With my hair combed down into bangs, with the bow on
top, and holding the dolly. Wow! I was amazed at how much I looked like a
5-year-old little girl.
My heart was pounding away, because I felt that I really looked pretty.
I started too whirled around, as I did two spins, while watching in the
mirror. You could see the skirt of the dress, and crinoline flare out,
showing off a little bit of the frilly rhumba panties. I was standing
their wiggling side to side holding on to that doll, still looking in the
mirror. Oh I felt so good!
Then it hit me. I remember thinking OH WOW! I'm doing the same thing my
sister did at the store, when she looked at herself in the mirror. She
did that same little twisting side to side wiggles, while looking a
herself. Now I knew why, because it felt so good seeing yourself dressed
up and looking so pretty. I felt like I was floating on a cloud and going
up. I'm thinking, is this how a girl feels all the time, when dressed up?
No wonder they love these frilly party dresses. The feeling was like no
other I have ever felt. The mirror was telling me "This Is the Real You."
It's very hard for me to explain or even understand how I felt. It was
like I had found something I had lost. Only I didn't even know it was
lost.
Here I was all dressed up like a girl. Feeling like I have never felt
before. I was feeling so pretty and so over whelmed! I'm thinking now
what do I do? "No way was I just going to take all of this off, not just
yet."
That's when I got an idea and started to look around for my sister's doll
carriage. I found the carriage, and started to play with her doll and the
baby carriage. I was really into it, and having so much fun. I played
like I was the girl I felt like. This was my room, my doll, and doll
carriage. I was lost in my own world of girlish play, having such a great
time.
That's when I heard the dog start barking down stairs, which could only
mean one thing, "Mom, was home"!"OH NO!"
I was now in a sweat and a big panic; I looked out my sister's window.
Yep there was mom's car heading down the street for the driveway. I was
lucky that the dog was in the house and I heard him.
Oh gees! I started running around tying to take everything off in such a
panic. I was trying to remember just where it all went. My heart was
beating so fast. I had to get out of this outfit fast, and down stairs. I
can't let mom or my sister catch me dressed like this. I was worried that
I wasn't putting everything back where and how I had found it. I was in
such a rush, but I think I was able to get all the stuff off, and back
away. As I hung the dress and crinoline on the door, where they were
before, I hoped everything was in the right places. I then messed up my
hair so it looked okay, and got dressed in my clothes, just as I heard
mom and my sister come in the back door, and put down lots of bags. My
heart was still pounding 20-miles an hour as I headed down stairs as fast
as I could.
I was still shaking a little when I got down stairs. I was scared that
mom might figure out what I was up to.
Mom asked me, "What's the matter? Are you okay?"
I said, "Yeah I'm fine. Why?"
"Well you're all sweated up," I told her. "I was just playing war and
heard you and sis come in. So I came running down the stairs that's all.
I'm just a little out of breath from running down here I guess."
She felt my head and said, "Well sit down, and stop running around you
feel warm."
(So far so good!)
I then told mom where dad went, and what time he would be home. I told
her that he said to wait for her with the doors locked.
She said, "All right." Now I felt a little safe that mom had no idea what
I had been up to.
The rest of that day and the next day, all I could think about was how I
felt, and how much fun it was being dressed up, and playing with my
sister's doll. I kept think about that dress and how I looked "I WAS
HOOKED." I wanted so much to put that dress back on. I wanted to tell mom
all about me wearing that party dress and how I felt while wearing it. I
wanted to explain and show mom how I looked all dressed up. I wanted to
tell her how much I liked being dressed up as a girl, and how I loved
playing with my sister's dolls and all.
There was One Big Problem! I just couldn't, something was stopping me.
Something in the back of my head kept saying, "NO" Don't say anything!
You know it was wrong to dress like that. Boys don't wear frilly dresses,
and play with dolls. If you tell, you'll be laughed at, and made fun of.
Maybe worse they may think you're crazy, and put you away in some "Nut
House." If that happens, you will never see mom or anyone again. All of
this went buzzing around in my head. Don't forget I was only 7 ?. What
did I know? I was scared & confused.
That's when I realized that I was a little different. Just how different
was I? Hey I just found out that for some strange reason, I like
dressing up as a girl. This was something that was so strange, new, and
very confusing to me. I knew that as a boy; you just didn't go around
dressing up like a girl. So that's when I started my secret life, with
all of its hiding, fear, and confusion. Right up till then, you could say
I was like any other normal boy. I was into baseball, catch, football,
fishing, and riding my bike. All I knew was that, deep down inside, it
felt great to wear that pretty party dress. I knew I had to do it again.
don't get me wrong I was still a boy and into all the other things I
loved to do.
"WHY" I wanted to dress up again, I don't know! I just knew I had to get
that feeling back. I knew it wasn't the normal thing for a boy to do, and
that I had to keep it the biggest secret ever, by hiding and telling no
one. I also knew that pretty soon, I didn't know how or when? I would
fine a way to dress up again in one of my sister's party dresses. It felt
so good to be in that dress pretending I was a little girl. I was now
hooked for life.
Okay that's the story of how it went. "The first time I wore a party
dress." I hope you enjoyed my little trip back in time
About 20 years ago I told my mom about putting that dress on, back then,
and playing as if I was a girl. Mom now knows about "Jillian". Guess
what? MOM still loves me, and she thinks I look kind of cute all dressed
up in my big girl clothes. ( I never mentioned to her that I still like
to dress as a little girl). Know what she said? she said I look a lot
like her, when she was younger. That's how Moms are, they always love
you. "No matter what."
Now here's something you may find interesting
Everything you read above is true, but there is more. I guess Karma is
weird, because something strange happened about 5 to 6-months later. I
was 8 at the time and in third grade near Easter time. I got in some
really bad trouble (not my fault) and was kicked out of school. I guess
you could say I was hanging with the wrong group of guys. Like I said, I
was small for my age back then, so I wanted to impress the older guys any
way I could, which always seemed to get me in trouble. This one day I was
seated with two of the older guys teasing the girls on the school bus.
The next thing I know, both of them, lit some firecrackers, and threw
them under the girl's seats. The bus driver stopped the bus and boy was
pissed. Somehow I was also named as one of the guys who throw the
firecrackers, even though I had nothing to do with it. (wrong place,
wrong time). This got me kicked out of school for two weeks. What hurt,
was that this was about the tenth time I was in trouble at school that
year, and mom had to come to get me once again, not to mention i was also
causing a lot of trouble at home.
Long story short, when mom picked me up, she was pissed, and on the way
home she asked, "Why the heck would you do something like that. Why can't
you be like your sister. She never gets in any trouble like you do."
Being a smart ass, I said something to the fact of, "Hey I'm not a girl.
girls don't get in trouble, because all they want to do is sit around,
playing with dolls, and having tea parties.. I'm a boy, and boys do
things, and yes we get in trouble sometimes." That was the wrong thing to
say, because next thing I know, mom has me wearing one of my sisters
dresses, and playing dolls with my sister. It only lasted for about three
maybe it was four days. I couldn't tell her that I really liked wearing
the dresses, so I played along acting mad about it.
Then about 4-months after that, as you read in my last story, I really
was picked to play "Dorothy" in the Cub Scouts play. Most of what
happened, like the fashion show, the girl next door helping me learn my
lines, while I really wore a dress, with a crinoline and all, and the
fight after the play, was all true. Even the part about the two moms
standing there and catching the older guys picking on us. They were
punished, but not like in the story. Plus it was true about the girls
coming over to a pool party, and catching me while I was dressed. Yes I
did wear a princess bathing suit that day. Only because our house was
locked up, and it was really hot out, and I wanted to go swimming.
I still love dressing as a little girl, in short, frilly, and lacey
dresses, with a crinoline, and of cause, those cute frilly, rhumba
panties, any chance I can. I guess I'm a little girl at heart, and always
will be.
Hugs To all
Jillian
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