"Layer Upon Layer"
TOPIC NUMBER TEN
I was fortunate enough to be born in 1950 and grew up around petticoats and bouffant dresses. On occasion I will talk to my mother about that period of time and she has said that although she would not change a thing, she had anticipated having at least one little girl that she could dress in ribbons and lace, instead of just two boys. I have been dressing in pettis, panties, bras, stockings and dresses since I have been ten, hers to start, of course. Now my question, I would like to share with her the daughter, in me, she has always wanted, but I don't know if I should or how. Does anybody have any similar thoughts or experiences?
Suggested by Natalie
Rona 8 Jun 16
many have had good results, but my situation was like Candy (below). I
very much wanted to tell my mom and I finally got up the nerve and wore
one of my sister's dresses to show her how I looked. My mom about went
into a heart attack! The bawling, the, "How could you do this to me!",
and other horrible reactions. I would have absolutely kept it to myself
if I knew that was the end result! Then it came time to tell my
sister. The same shocked reaction! The,
Kevin 30 Apr 05
Like you, I was brought up in the 50's. I was dressed many times as a girl in panties, petticoats, dresses etc. as punishment for striking a girl. In reality, I loved it. It felt great and I never got over it. I did stop hitting the girls, however and had to do my dressing in secret. To this day I still love to wear feminine clothing. Two years ago, I got the guts to tell my mother, then 88 years old, how I loved what she did to me, and I still dress today. She was very accepting and said I was her son and she loved me no matter how I dressed. She died two months later. Share your life with your mother before it is too late. You will be glad you did.
Linda Lee 7 Nov 03
A funny thing happened to me on
the way through life and in particular on Halloween some years ago.
Actually I didn't tell my mother so much as trying to explain why I was
wearing a dress almost identical to one I wore around
the age of seven. It went something like this....
Candy 13 Apr 03
Dear Natalie, You already know a little bit about me, but I will write this as if you didn't.
I was raised in a home without a father. My mother was a very dominant woman, and I had a sister about 4 years older. According to photos and talks with my sister and a female cousin, I was a "mistake," born into an already disintegrating marriage.
My mother, who at that time was quite irresponsible and "flighty," had apparently decided she did not want to raise a boy, so from the time of my birth until the age of 15, I was raised as a girl. At 15, I was "rescued" by an aunt in another locality and transformed into a normal boy. No one knew I had been a girl except my mother, sister, cousin and her mother.
I did not see my mother again for approximately 20 years. As an adult, I was inexplicably attracted to wearing female undergarments. I was not gay, even married twice and fathered a daughter, but my attraction gained impetus.
After around 22 years, I unknowingly moved into the same town where my mother was living. After the amiable and surprisingly loving reunion, I attempted to tell my mother several times about my now full involvement in the Little Girl scene, but was unsuccessful.
Our relationship grew until we became a family again, but I still was not able to tell her. Several years later, I took her on a two-week trip to see long-lost relatives. I drove, which necessitated staying in motels.
By then, I was wearing ruffled panties 24/7, and other female attire as often as I could, including nighties at bedtime. One night, there was a disturbance in the hall of the motel, and I rushed to see if I could assist. Of course, I was clad in a quite short pink babydoll nighty with matching ruffled panties.
When I returned, my mother confronted me about what I was wearing. A long night of confession, recrimination, and finally reconciliation culminated in a loving relationship to this day.
I guess I said all that to say this: Natalie, your mother is the only one you will have. After my experience, I believe I should have tried harder to tell her about my "fetish" before I was found out by accident.
It is your mother's decision whether she accepts you or not. I like to think that most mothers will accept their offspring no matter what. I know there are exceptions, but for the most part I believe it is true.
Since that night, long talks with my mother, sister and even my cousin have allowed me to piece together my childhood. A psychologist has definitively linked my frilly childhood to my love of ruffles, lace and satin today.
My mother has accepted my "fetish," even supported it. She understands that her decision to raise me as a girl was, in all probability, the catalyst which prompted my love of wearing feminine attire.
Natalie, I would counsel to sit down with your mother, on your "turf," in a pleasant atmosphere, and share your deepest desires with her. I believe you and she will be rewarded by your honesty.
Tammy 11 Apr 03
Well I DID did tell! I told my mother. I showed my mother I was a girl at heart - she came home from work to find me cooking dinner in a school dress (1958). All I can say is "what a mistake!"
I told someone who was the giver of life, someone I trusted, someone I loved, my mother. I was 10 at the time. Did she help me buy me the clothes I loved and wanted to wear? Hell no.
Oh, she dressed me and took me around to all my friends - then she dressed me and I spent 6 years going to head doctors. I was a queer, a fagot, a homo, a sissy. You bet I was...and damn proud of it!
What did I get out of the doctors? Well, I found out many years later that I really hated my parents, when I was well in to my thirties. I stood up in front of them and looked them in the eyes and told them how much I hated them for all they did to me over the years, the beating, the names, all of it.
It was like a pox falling off me and today I'm at peace with whom I am. I'm a 54-year- old man married for 33 years to a great lady, but every now and then I'm a 4 year old girl just playing with dollies, tea sets, pretty dresses full petticoats.
You ask me would you do it again? NO WAY. NEVER. I would just keep my mouth shut. Today my folks are gone we didn't speak for 25 years - not a word. My sister's still alive with kids I have never seen. I look back now 45 years at what a mistake I made . *
Heather in Canada
7 Apr 03
My mother had four sons, and I was the youngest of the
four. I know she always wanted a daughter to share her female ways.
I am sure she was aware of my strong interest in female clothing and the
desire to dress as a girl. She came upon me being fully dressed from
the skin out as a girl by girlfriends in the neighborhood.
|Denise 31 Mar 03
Hi Natalie, your topic/question is likely one of
the foremost things on the mind of all Poufbunnies (or whatever you want
to call us.} It's ultimately a decision only you can make, to tell
or not to tell. (The question applies to mothers, fathers, sisters,
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