Friday, August 31, 2012

Remembering Your "Firsts"

I've been at this crossdressing thing for a long time. I remember when I was young, in my early 20's, and I found a support group in my area. I attended a gathering, hate to call it a 'meeting', more of a social event really... and talking with some of the older, experienced crossdressers. I wondered at the time if I would still be doing this in 20 years, 30 years, or even into my later years. One of the 'sisters' told me that it never goes away. You know, she was right. I know I will be doing this for the rest of my life. I have even told Linda that when I die, I want to be buried in something feminine and she has promised to do so.
So that got me thinking about some of my 'firsts'...

Do you remember the first time you put on something girly?


... the first time you got caught?


... the first time your dressing was 'exposed' to others?



... your first feminine clothing gift?



...How about your first sexual experience as a 'girl'? Was it with another girl, or was it with a guy??






... How about the first time someone watched you have sex as a girl with someone else?
 I have some fond memories, made many mistakes, done some things I wish I hadn't. But I have also had some great times and done things few others have been able to try. All in all, looking back, the only regret I have is that I didn't start earlier!
I would love to hear about your 'firsts'.




3 comments:

jackie rose said...

When I was young, even before I was sexual or even learned to masturbate, I would often sneak into my mother's bathroom and try on her makeup and clothes. Sadly, I didn't know anything about makeup remover and would often just try and rub off the mascara. One time my younger sister came home early and asked me if I was wearing mascara :) I tried to play it off and said it was something else, but I don't think she believed me.

ritemate said...

Bev,
Lovely!
So glad to find your writing talent is put to use again. Although I can’t remember exactly, I guess I was about ten when I started to put on my mother’s underwear. One day I forgot to lock the bathroom door. My mother came in unexpectedly, but she quickly shut the door again and walked away. Nothing was said, but from that day I was extremely careful.

malcolm-cometh said...

I don't want to take up too much space here so I posted my answers here: http://malcolm-cometh.livejournal.com/1041.html