When a straight girl, a crossdresser, another straight girl and a bisexual walk into a bar.

Hi, I am Gabrielle the cross dressing friend.

I have only recently told these close friends about this side of me…but will go back to where it all began

From about the age of 5 I grew up in a very religous household, going to church at least 3 times a week and sometimes more for kids or youth activities. getting taught that men are men and woman are woman. but….

When i was about 10 I was home alone for about 15 mins..being a curious little boy I went into my sisters room and looked through her clothes and my mind began to wonder what they would feel like to wear..but as I sat there thinking about it my parents came home so had to quickly get out of there.

A few weeks went by and I found myself still thinking about my sisters clothes and what they would feel like on. But because of the way i had been brought up i kept arguing with myself as to whether or not I should try them on. As the weeks went by the curiosity got the better of me. So as soon as i got left home again ( which was never for long as i was so young ) i raced into my sisters room and first thing I grabbed was a pair of stockings and put them on. Instantly I liked the feeling of them against my skin. As she had a few pairs I took them and kept them.

Not much more happened for about a year or so as very rarely got left home alone but as I had the one pair of stockings i use to wear them a lot as I was going to bed. they eventually got worn out..so when i could I would steal another pair of hers. This went on for a few years all the while my brain thinking about what other articles of clothing would feel like as well. As I was getting older I was starting to get left home alone for longer periods of time, meaning I had more chances to examine my sisters clothes and started experimenting with bras, tops, leotards. Liking the feeling more and more I stole a few of her items. wearing them in my own room whenever I got the chance.

Eventually boys being boys did something stupid and brought some gunpowder home that I had made at school. Left it to close to my Alarm clock which heated it up and ignited it. Luckily there was no one sleeping in my bed as I was at a church night to celebrate New Years Eve. My Mum turned up to pick me up just before midnight and said there had been a fire. Not knowing what had gone on I jumped in car and went home and when I got home found out fire had been in my room and they found all my secular music, cigarettes and lighters and all my sisters clothes. Luckily for me they didnt push the issue to much that night and my sister was acting like it wasnt a big deal that her clothes had been missing for a while

Needless to say with what my parents had found they didn’t trust me any more and never got left home alone for a while and a lock got put on my sisters door.. I went for quite a while without wearing anything feminine at all and boy did I miss it. Eventually there came a time when I was left home alone and my sisters door was unlocked and I managed to steal another pair of stockings.. I didn’t dare steal anything else. After a while I got a job and started earning my own money so I could buy my own stockings. I still remember the first pair I brought…felt like the store owner was looking me up and down and judging me..paid as quickly as I could and got out of there..kept going to same store and he ended up not looking at me sideways anymore.

I was about 16 at this stage and has had an apprenticeship and earning a little bit of money the easiness of having to buy stocking was not the issue…explaining where some of my pay had gone when I didn’t have enough to get through the week was the hard part. I guess you could say I was addicted to the feeling of stockings against my skin I started to wear them whenever I could..If it was a cold day would even wear them to work under my normal clothes, working on the car at home would just wear stockings and my overalls. This went on for a few years and started dating someone but could never tell them about what I did as She had been brought up in a very religious / spiritual house as well…

We dated for a few years and eventually got engaged..one day I told her a few things about me like me wearing womens lingerie and it broke us up for a while until I managed to convince her that I wouldn’t do it again. We eventually got married…

More to follow… in the marriage years