How I got started.

When I was about 10 years old, it was my older sister's birthday and my parents had organised a party. They had bought her an new party dress and she looked really pritty, it had an electric blue taffeta skirt and a navy blue crushed velvet bodice. I can't remember the details, but we fell out at the party, something about not being allowed to invite my friends (even though it was her party). One think led to another and I started calling her names and told her she looked ugly in her new dress (even though she didn't). She burst into tears and ran and told out mother, who, predictably, was not at all happy. I was sent to my room with a promise I would be dealt with tomorrow.

Tomorrow came and my mother told me to get up and follow her to my sister's room. Once there I was told I had ruined my sister's party and to apologise for my behaviour, but I refused. If I did not apologise I would be punished, but I still refused. 

My punishment would be to wear my sister's party dress until I saw fit to apologise, and so I did. My Mother dressed me in my sisters clothes from head to toe, pants, training bra, tights, the dress and patent shoes, she even put a bow in my hair. I was sent out to play with the expectation that I would be so embarrassed and want to apologise in no time. How wrong she was, my friends teased me but I loved the attention, I also loved the feel of the cloths, the tights on my legs and the way the dress swished when I moved. I only took it off when my father came home from work and told me to stop acting like a sissy.

I didn't wear my sister's clothes again until I was 15, I was hitting purity and having strange dreams about being a girl and kissing boys at ******. My sister, now 17 had some nice clothes, I would rummage through her drawers, looking at and feeling her lingerie. One day I just decided, while I had the house to my self, to dress up in her clothes. I selected tights, panties  and bra. From her wardrobe I took a summer dress and a pair of sandals. Back in my room I got dressed, my **** was so hard and the moment I played with myself I shot my load into her panties. I felt so bad, I stripped, through the panties in the wash and put everything back. I waited to be confronted but never was. After that I would dress up as often as I could, I never got caught and to this day my parents and my sister di not know, although I am sure my sister must suspect.