i think back often lately of my first exposure to cross dressing lately as I move to full time femininity. It was 1962 on the California central coast. We lived in a small tract of houses on a remote Mesa just east of the ocean. Dad worked construction and mom was a sixties wife…with a caveat, she would dress dad in the evening. While my little bro watched tv I watched her apply makeup and turn dad into a woman. I still remember wanting that too. Well dad got work out of town and mom was hanging out at a girlfriends house a lot. One day soon after dad left we were there and mom was talking about wanting a girl to dress up. Her friend had a daughter my age who was my only friend in that remote housing tract. It was that day mom decided I would be her daughter. So out came two dresses one in pink with a white blouse and the other in gingham blue with a white bow, the one I got to wear. I can remember being so happy I was going to like my friend Ruth! First a pair of panties then the pretty dress. Mom and Jan were really getting giggly and I think they were using amphetamines. But whatever the makeup came out and we were dolled up in heavy makeup then left to our own devices. Ruth and I both laughed at our faces in the mirror but part of me loved it to the core. My dad would be gone off and on for the next two yrs and during that time I was a little girl. Then my grandad found out and there was a big stink. He never really was very warm to me after. And dad did not dress at night again. But I would hold the memories tight for the rest of my life. When I hit puberty I knew I was different as while very attracted to women sexually I also wanted to look and act like them. This would never change and fifty plus yrs late I am that girl in gingham and feel that feeling that came so long ago and lived in me never fading as reality not memory.
Besos chicas. MariaBella
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