Home alone in my teens usually found me wearing items from my mother’s and sister’s wardrobes. Both were tall women, so their clothes fit me more or less despite my topping out at 6 feet 2. Yes, at that height, their skirts and dresses were “Stana short,” but since I was only dressing in the confines of my home, hemlines were not a deal breaker.
Middle-aged, Mom’s wardrobe was matronly, so I only borrowed from her collection of foundation garments, hosiery and high heels. On the other hand, my sister was just two years younger than me, so I used her wardrobe for her skirts, tops, dresses, etc., which were stylish for a girl my age.
Like me, Mom was very neat and organized, so when I borrowed something from her, I made a mental note of how it was folded and where it was stored so that when I returned it, she would not notice that it had been borrowed.
My sister was not so neat and organized and when I borrowed something from Sis, I was not too concerned where I placed it on its return… as long as it was in the ballpark. And I believe that strategy worked and she never noticed because when I came out to her years later, she had no clue that I had borrowed her stuff.
Mom was a different story. Even though I was very careful, I guess left enough clues that she figured me out. Not sure where I fouled up. Perhaps I did not return a bra to its exact location. I dunno, but years later after I had moved out, I mentioned I was going to a Halloween party crossdressed and she asked me if I had taken my box of girly stuff that I had hidden (unsuccessfully) in my bedroom!
You can't fool mothers.
Wearing Ann Taylor |
John D. Collins and Nicholas Frankau femulating in an episode of British television's 'Allo 'Allo! |