The Beginning

When I was 4 or 5, I remember putting on one of my mom’s dresses and feeling how soft the material felt. Of course, you can’t do too much cross-dressing as a child living in a house with two parents and siblings. As a ****-ager, I remember walking into an unheated storage room above our garage (used mostly for clothes and household items). I saw a small, flat cardboard package on the floor. I opened it and found a pair of pink panties. Something inside me said, “Put them on.” I did, and that pretty much re-kindled my interest in women’s clothes. Not my mom’s, but my grandmother’s. She was a beautiful and elegant woman who owned dozens of soft, silky nightgowns, and she lived with us for a number of years.