Crossdressing I really had no choice
Crossdressing? I Really Had No Choice Pt1
I think this may be where my addiction for crossdressing got its start, my mom swore that this was a picture of a friends little baby girl, not me.
I have shown this picture to a lot of people, (Friends, girlfriends and work colleagues) they seemed to be split on whether it's a boy or a girl, most saying its a girl, I didnt mention that it could be me I just asked if it was a boy or a girl.
I think they said its a girl because of the flowery hair accessory. Two people did say it could be either.
I asked my mom the name of the baby, and who the parents were, but she kind of fobbed me off saying it was a long time ago, but if she cant remember who the parents are, or what the baby is called, why would she have it in a frame on the fireplace?
Crossdressing? I Really Had No Choice Pt 2
Unlike a lot of crossdressers on here I wanted to keep it a secret, it was my secret, I never asked to be a princess or a school girl for halloween, everytime my older sister tried to put make up on me or nail polish on me, I would fight for my life, ("Stop bothering your brother you know he hates that" was what mom used to say if she saw us.) but when I got the chance to be on my own in the house, it was all I could do to keep my hands off her tights, her white ones were my favorite, but because they were white I would have to wait until the day after she had worn them, you see, because they were hers to wear anytime she felt like it, she didnt care if they got dirty on the feet, but if I would have worn them and got them dirty I would have to wash them and dry them, then put them away just as she had left them, for fear of being caught.
One day I got overconfident, Emily was getting ready to go to a birthday party and she wore her favorite dress,
Crossdressing? I really had no choice Pt 3
I had had a huge let off when my mom removed the white tights from the washing hamper with the tights attached, as she took out her bra, which the tights were hooked on to, she shouted to my sister,
"Oh dear I'm so sorry honey, I seem to have caught your white tights on the hook of my bra and they have a hole in them now" I let out a huge sigh of relief, mom promised to replace the ripped tights and my sister seemed ok with that.
I was a scared off trying anything else until my sisters 12th birthday, my mom and Emily had gone into town, I hadn't asked why they were going, I was happy to have time alone with my new video game, I hadn't worn any female clothing for quite a while after that scare, and thought that that part of my life may be over, until I saw it.
"Isn't it the best dress you've ever seen mommy," said Emily.
I turned to see her twirl in her new party dress, all the skirt part of the dress flew outward, I couldnt believe what I sa
Crossdressing? I Really Had No Choice Pt 4
I had been sailing too close to the wind for months now, I would wear tights under my pants even while mom and Emily were home, I would wear them in bed while I slept, I even wore them to school one day, that may have been the fist time I left the house in tights, I loved the feeling of them against my skin, ok it wasn't en femme as some of the people I had read about on the internet, but pretty brave for me, I was only 12, as I was putting my school uniform on over the tights, It was like no other feeling I had felt before, when I got to school and saw my friends one of them actually asked me if there was something different me today, my legs were like jelly, it was the best feeling I had ever had.
I used to wear any tights that I found in the washing hamper, I almost got caught one day when I was wearing a favorite pair of my sisters tights, unfortunately mom decided she would do the laundry just as I was coming down the stairs, "Make sure
Crossdressing? I Really Had No Choice Pt 5
"I told you its fine, stop pulling at it"
By the time I was 14, my mom had gotten used to having "Rachel" around whenever my sister was out of town which believe me when I say was "Too Often"
"But what about my hair" I asked?
"It will look better when I have put the extensions in that I bought for you dear, then we can do your make up and you will be ready for your first date"
"Yes that nice boy that delivers the pizza he must have seen you last time he came round, he asked about you and I couldnt say no, dont worry its only a movie, but if he tries any funny business you have my permission to slap his face." "I must say Im very happy with the false boobs I got you for your birthday."
"YOU GOT ME FALSE BOOBS FOR MY BIRTHDAY?"
"Of course dear, we wouldn't want you to go out looking flat chested would we."
Crossdressing? I Really Had No Choice Pt 6
It wasn't long before my sister found out about mom dressing me up as a girl.
I had had two years of mom dressing me up as "Rachel" before my sister found some pictures of me that my mom had "hidden" and not very well I might add, mom tried to pass them off as a cousin of ours but my sister couldnt be fooled so easily.
She teased me for a few weeks by calling me Rachel under her breath then denying she had said anything, but it wasn't long before she could resist meeting her "New" sister.
"Can you come upstairs for a minute?" she shouted down at me,
Of course I ignored her at first until she repeated....
"Can you come upstairs Rachel? I will only ask one more time"
I slowly made my way upstairs knowing I was sunk, what did she have in mind? I had no idea, but I knew it wouldnt be good for me, when I got to my room it was empty, and I suddenly realized she had been calling me from her room, a room had never been allowed to enter until this day,
Crossdressing? I Really Had No Choice Pt 7
The pictures kept getting more and more risqué.
After mom died I was hoping my sister would ease up on me, but that never happened, if anything it got worse, it was like she was trying to replace mom with Rachel
I thought when my sister bought the corset for me was the low point
but I didn't realize how deep this rabbit hole went.
The corset was laced so tight it almost showed as a small breast on my small body, "I cant breath" I told her, "We're almost there" she said "One more inch"
I dont know if it was my new hour glass figure or when she covered my face in make up or the blonde wig she forced me to wear? Maybe it was a combination of all three, but as I turned and lifted my leg as she had asked, I saw myself in her full length mirror and saw "Rachel" for he first time,
It wasn't until then....I knew I was home