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Today reminded me of a memory from decades ago. I sometimes was sick as a teen, nothing serious, but enough coughing to not make it to school.
I would sleep a bit late, wake up, eat breakfast, then bored, try on some of my mom's things.
There was a white, short, silk full slip with a tiny bow and lace cups. There was a white bra, with lace. There was white garter stockings. I don't remember the shoes, but I know I would put those on too, probably pumps. I had a rule... no trying on her panties.
All dressed, I would get into bed and just rest.
I always felt better the next day. Cured by dressing, or was it just getting rest.
@lea-jhene thanks for sharing a lovely memory ♥️ I guess being at peace with oneself has a healthy effect!
Ah yes, sick days home from school. Good times, very good times indeed. I could spend the entire day dressed and lounging around without a care in the world at least until 5:00 pm.
@lea-jhene dressing cures everything, this just proves it. Maybe we can get a government grant to prove it!
@lea-jhene you were lucky as on the rare times I took a sick day off school (I had to be literally dying before my parents would let me take a sick day) my grandma would come round to look after me while my parents where at work, so I never got a chance to even sneek into my parents room to try on my mums clothes. My experience of sick days where therefore being allowed to stay in my PJs all day, duvet and pillows on the couch and being allowed to watch daytime TV. Also an endless supply of cups of tea and biscuits courtesy of grandma so wasn't so bad...
I call out sick every now and then just so I can dress up. Feels so good and yes it puts a bounce in my step and a smile on my face.
@katey Yes, there probably is no cure for what we have, so we might as well enjoy it 😊
@astridt I agree 100 percent once you start wearing Women's clothes you cant stop!!! Not that I would want to stop😂😊
I remember being home from school sick, And I would wear my Mothers and Sisters clothes as well. It would always make me feel so good and girly😊😊
One of my favorite memories about staying home was when I was 13. I had the biggest closet in the house in my room so things were stored in it. My mothers wedding dress was one in that closet. That day I gathered my mothers panties, bra and hosiery along with her makeup. I put it all on and slid into her wedding dress with heels. I sat in front of the mirror of the vanity and put on make up pretending it was my wedding day. I’m the closet I also found my moms old wig. I was so in love with how I looked and felt. That day solidified my feminine side.
@rosiebeth That must have been a very special day!! What girl doesn't dream of wearing a Wedding dress? did your mom ever suspect you of wearing her Wedding dress?
From 12 to 17 I would pretend to be sick but not too often. I had to be careful and pick my times right. My mom had beautiful dresses and a couple of wigs. A plus was we wore the same shoe size!
Mom never had stockings but plenty of pantyhose. I would slip on a pair after putting on her bra and panties, then came the high heels or fashion boots! Comb through the wig and put on some lipstick I was set! If I was feeling really sexy, a pair of my older sister’s polyester short-shorts.
Great memories!
When younger I had the odd day off school and did exactly the same. My mother didn't work so would wait for her to go out. If she went shopping I knew roughly when she came home so it was dressing time. One day after she had gone I was in my favourite clothes reading and not looking at the clock. Luckily I was seated facing out and saw her coming down the road! Eep, I was off upstairs like a rocket and managed to disrobe quickly. She came in and called out and went to the kitchen to unpack the shop which gave me time to get everything back. It was a close call and not the only one.
Being in a large family, there was no privacy at all. I sometimes played sick so I could get dressed in my sister's and mom's clothes. At first I could fit into my sister's panties and training bras as well as her dresses and skirts.
As I got older I outgrew her clothes. I still liked wearing her panties as they were now very snug and I could experiment with tucking. This is when I moved to wearing my mom's clothes. I had already discovered some nighties and other pieces of lingerie and now they fit me a lot better. Once when getting into her panty drawer, I found some pictures of her passing in lingerie. Instead of being shocked or turned on or off, I would try to replicate the outfits and the same poses. I wanted to be her in the pictures.
Sometimes I would wear her panties and a stuffed bra along with pantyhose and her heels that I still fit into. I would wear her full slips and dresses and walk around the house. My mom did benefit from my dressing as I would vacuum and dust enfemme.
Back when I worked, I used a few sick days here and there just to stay home and dress for the day.
My early dressing times usually came when my parents and younger brother would make weekend winter trips to our holiday house by the sea.
I refused to go, cos there was "nothing to do" down there. But then I had a whole 36hrs to get into my Mum's stuff. This all worked well until some relatives came to check on me and caught me red handed in Mum's long dress. (Lingerie on underneath of course)
On their return from the above I was give a big talking to by my Dad. "Stop this or when you grow up "the Boys in the Pub", (the font of all Australian 60's wisdom...)" will call you a queen." Shock horror!!
I never "got going again" until my mid 30's with interstate business trips.
As they say, "he rest is history" Recorded here on CDH with photos and articles
Caty.
Such great memories Lea. Thank-you for sharing.
Alice
