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My Note: Thank you so much Tami...
I was fortunate to be able to choose from my two older sisters’ and my mothers’ dresser drawers and closets full of feminine finery in the late 1950's. The selections before me were almost limitless, my only restriction was finding enough alone-time in our house to don these soft and feminine garments. When I knew everyone would be out for a long period of time, I would slip into their rooms, pick out some lingerie from their drawers, head into their walk-in closets, and slip into lots of different, slinky, soft clothing items.
I’m not sure if I would be as tempted to do this if I were growing up today, as the typical female everyday wardrobe of 2025 is not that radically different from a male wardrobe - slacks, wool or cotton socks, low heel or no heel shoes, courser fabrics overall, shirts instead of billowy blouses, etc. Of course most women do own some softer more feminine ‘girly’ clothing, but that seems relegated to more special occasions, or if required for working in an office, or reserved for nights in the boudoir. It’s a rare sight to see my favorite girly-girl item on any female today, sheer sensuous stockings. To me the bare leg look just isn’t as special. ’Tis a shame that sensuous slips and the like have mostly slipped away.
Anyway, I was a lucky child who loved female attire and had many amazing selections for my occasional forays into dressing like a girl. I tried on every girly concoction I could, and admired the view of myself in a full-length mirror, not only while wearing the wondrous lingerie - ruffled lace trimmed satin panties, long-line bras trimmed with lace, satiny girdles, garter belts, sheer stockings, slips, petticoats - but eventually if time allowed, I also donned their high heels, dresses, skirts, blouses, clip-on earrings, bracelets, necklaces, hair bows, pretty hats with lace and nets covering one’s face, and the like. No one in my house had wigs, so I had to make ‘do’ with my short male hair. I didn’t dare try to use makeup, because I worried about removing it completely, and understood that anything that was slightly used might be noticed. I would have loved to try the full effect of all female attire and makeup, even spraying myself with perfume, but that never happened in my youthful experiments with crossdressing at home.
Another benefit of growing up at that period of the utmost feminine finery, was the proliferation of one of my favorite girly item of all - petticoats. The fullest and pouffiest were designed to hold out the wide skirts of gowns. My sisters had two gowns each, one for Junior and one for Senior prom. They were my very favorites, chiffon and satin with long skirts, held out by layer after layer after layer of crinolines and petticoats. Wearing them was like turning yourself into a floating cloud. I couldn’t get enough of anything with a petticoat, wearing a gown or even a shorter skirt demanded that you give it a twirl, something that took some concentration when tottering on delicate shoes with thin, spiky, high heels. I don’t have any photos of those actual beautiful gowns I sometimes got to wear, but I have included photos of gowns similar to them.
In case anyone wonders if I ever got caught dressed as a girl, the answer is no, but it was close one time. I was almost done putting everything carefully back when I heard the garage door open and I had to rush. I wonder if they every noticed anything amiss, but I suspect my sisters probably thought the other sister had borrowed something and put it back. If my crossdressing escapades were ever suspected I never learned about it.
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