Sorry if i misspell anything but ive not been v good with that...
I have come to terms with my cross-dressing, as far back as i can remember i have been crossdressing.. i think i was about 6-7 when i remember trying on one of my mothers clothes for which i was punished when she found me. I was soo confused, embarrest and told it was a sin (mother was and still is a christian).
It was a struggle when i was young (juniurs) as i found that i wasn't interested in sports of any kind and hanged around the girls more than the boys for which i was teased and called names by them which made me sink into a depression and totally lost interest of school
I must have been about 12 when i asked my mother for a doll for which she just laughed at me thinking it was just a phase i was going through but i honestly wanted one.. but as usual i got boys toys
It was this time of my life when i discovered my first touch of her nylon slips which made me soo relaxed to wear against my body for which i took and hid with fear and guilt of what i was doing and within days of doing that she found them either on me when she woke me or had found them when i was at school... yet again punished.. this time i got tanned and it hurt. I thought i was alone in what i was doing.
I wasnt detured from this as this went on all though my teens and got stronger with the urges to dress and i got better at hiding them..lol but from time to time she found underwear n such that she couldnt find yet we had never talked about it and just punished me for which i just ignored as the pain stopped hurting as much and she gave up on that..
The very next time she found something of hers she packed my stuff and kicked me out onto the streets t walk the 15 miles (thats what it felt like but was more like 6 miles) with a heavy suitcase to my farthers (they had been devorced since i was a baby) and whom i had not much feelings for as he was a drop round when it suited him farther.. I was 14 when i turned up at his door, he let me and tried to fiind out why i had been kicked out but i was too embarrest to tell him and my mom just gave a eccuse from which i didnt hear but i didnt care as i was away from her..
I moved around the family from then like a yo-yo till i left shool and had my own place for which i was relieved to be able to start to express my inner-self but when i got my first girlfriend it all changed and i had to hide what i was cause of her... that relationship didnt last long.. about two years and i was still a dont know if i can say here but my cherry haddnt popped... for which i was relieved as i was looking for a long lasing loving relationship and "the one", i moved back to my mothers when i was 19 and lived there till i was in my l8 twenty's as it was cheaper than living alone.
One day not long after my 28th birthday on the night really i had enough of trying to hide my femininity and had to tell or at least shock my mother as i couldnt take it no longer, (i had just started texting a woman whom i am now with).. she had to accept me or kick me out for good.. and i was ready for it...
I put on a my pale green nylon nightdress that i had hidden and went to sleep knowing that my mother would wake me up next morning. and as sure as clockwork she opend the door (i was awake but pretending to b asleep) and i could see the shock on her face.. boy i wish i had a camera to keep that moment..lol
It was the right time for her to find out the hard way as i had tried for years to tell her.. she couldnt believe what i was wearing and i didnt care as i told her that i was a crossdresser and thats the way i am... well since a few weeks after that event she couldnt handle me and threw me out...well what she didnt know was i was leaving anyway as i moved into my partners place within them few weeks.. slowly taking stuff without her knowledge..lol mother and me are now not on talking terms and my life is alot quieter..lol
When we did talk about it when i was about 14-15, she showed me black and white photo's of me when i was a baby.. in little dresses and i had short blonde curly hair at the time and looked like a girl, i found out that she wanted a daugher and i was a mistake, an unwanted child which she told me to my face and with a slight sneer in her voice.. for which i have never forgiven her for.
My partner of over three years who i love dearly with all my heart has accepted me to a point.. she was not fuly conftable with me but with time and patience she has gotten closer to me and my crossdressing as there are no secrets between us, and now we both look for clothes together, if out in the shops i am "helping her with choosing her clothes" as i only can express my inner womanhood at home. (and with society as a whole not accpting i wont go out dressed). we have 3 children for which they are not mine by birth but i have accpeted them as if they were.. two girls and one lad, they all know and accept me... This year in a few months me and my partner are getting married (and wish i was wearing the wedding dress) ...which will make us both above
I am now happier than i have ever been though-out my life...
Thank you for taking the time to read my post and i hope to hear from you soon... pauline