It is amazing how some memories become part of our collective consciousness and stay. After so many years it becomes difficult to be sure which are fantasy or reality. Transgender storied abound with the above scenario. Although, I have my own story here and I am sure it happened.
My mother was not a seamstress. Although she was very fashion aware and always had beautiful dresses and shoes. Side point: Easter reminds me that there was always a new dress for Sunday service. Here is my memory and I am sticking with it:
In my case there was no father around and I remember one Saturdays afternoon at home with my mother like it was yesterday. I was playing with my tiny plastic soldiers in my room and she called for help.
There was a dress she wanted me to put on so she could get the hem even. This was about the extent of her sewing. I remember vividly standing on a stool with the dress on while she pined it all around. I do not recall any other clothing items being added. However, I am sure I would not have objected had this turn into a dress-up event. Why did I not ask?
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| With permission from Stana at http://www.femulate.org/ |
Exactly why this happened I will never know other than just being "mommy's helper". I was still quite a bit shorter than my mother so don't think my seven or eight years old self was that much of a help. Without doubt, I remember it as a compelling event, thus contributing to it being long remembered.
I am sure the crossdressing/transgender seed was already planted before this happened. Before this, I do remember secretively playing and becoming proficient in walking in my mothers heels. So, this event was not the spark that ignited the fire.
How about you. Do you have any similar events in your memory closet? Please share.
