I'm curious how many of us girls got our start in femininity after getting recruited to dress up as a girl in a show or skit? I've always believed that my interest was sparked after playing a girl's role in a little show that my parent's were involved in at the community theater in my hometown. I was seven and they were putting on Showboat. For reasons I never understood they needed one more girl to be in the background of several scenes.
It was presented to me as a "big adventure" by mom. I didn't want to be a girl, but I didn't know how to say no. I remember being show how to put on my 1850's styled little girl's dresses, petticoats, and I think almost everyone who saw the show had no idea that I was not a little girl.
Still it felt embarrassing and once the show was finished I didn't like seeing photos of myself as a girl or talking about it. As a young teen I began to think about that experience more and more. I wondered what it would feel like to try on a dress with pantyhose.
Once day when I was home alone I saw one of mom's dresses on a hanger in the laundry room and I couldn't resist trying it on. Who'd know? I was young enough so that mom's dress fit me fairly well. I walked around the house and decided that I needed to find pantyhose. Then I wanted to put on a slip under my dress.
Dressing up as a girl became a regular activity when I was home alone. I felt guilty for doing it and felt that something was wrong with me, but I didn't want to know what it was nor did I want to stop wearing dresses and skirts.
Who knows if I'd have ever started crossdressing had I not played a little girl in a show. I'm sure there are opinions both ways. I love the feeling of wearing dresses, the swish of a chiffon hem against pantyhose, but I love being a man and having a wife and family. So I don't share that aspect of myself with them.
However, from the couple of surviving photos of me from the play I didn't look too unhappy being all dolled up.
Does "Mrs Kelly" really hate wearing the outfit or is he good at hiding he loves it?
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I'm curious how many of us girls got our start in femininity after getting recruited to dress up as a girl in a show or skit? I've always believed that my interest was sparked after playing a girl's role in a little show that my parent's were involved in at the community theater in my hometown. I was seven and they were putting on Showboat. For reasons I never understood they needed one more girl to be in the background of several scenes.
ReplyDeleteIt was presented to me as a "big adventure" by mom. I didn't want to be a girl, but I didn't know how to say no. I remember being show how to put on my 1850's styled little girl's dresses, petticoats, and I think almost everyone who saw the show had no idea that I was not a little girl.
Still it felt embarrassing and once the show was finished I didn't like seeing photos of myself as a girl or talking about it. As a young teen I began to think about that experience more and more. I wondered what it would feel like to try on a dress with pantyhose.
Once day when I was home alone I saw one of mom's dresses on a hanger in the laundry room and I couldn't resist trying it on. Who'd know? I was young enough so that mom's dress fit me fairly well. I walked around the house and decided that I needed to find pantyhose. Then I wanted to put on a slip under my dress.
Dressing up as a girl became a regular activity when I was home alone. I felt guilty for doing it and felt that something was wrong with me, but I didn't want to know what it was nor did I want to stop wearing dresses and skirts.
Who knows if I'd have ever started crossdressing had I not played a little girl in a show. I'm sure there are opinions both ways. I love the feeling of wearing dresses, the swish of a chiffon hem against pantyhose, but I love being a man and having a wife and family. So I don't share that aspect of myself with them.
However, from the couple of surviving photos of me from the play I didn't look too unhappy being all dolled up.