Welcome to Crossdresser Heaven, a safe and welcoming place for everyone in the crossdresser community.
Join Crossdresser Heaven today to participate in the forums.
One regret I have in life is that I did not take my mother later in life on Mother’s Day to brunch and shopping for a new outfit with me dressed up like when she excepted me dressing when I was young, I had planned on doing that for years, but I wasn’t as confident Going out as I got older when I was a teenager and in my 20s and even 30s was very passable, but as I got older, I wasn’t so I planned every year to take her and let her see that I still enjoyed being like her dressing as a woman I think she would’ve got a real kick out of it seeing me dressed up after all these years but unfortunately, I waited too long. She passed away about seven years ago and I really regret not doing that for her. She was always so funny and even encouraged me. To dress up and do activities with her when I was a teenager she knew that I had a very strong feminine side and she didn’t mind it at all. She was really cool. Just thought I would share that with you if you have a chance to take your mothers out on Mother’s Day, do it before it’s too late
Well said, Jasmine.
Hugs,
Lynne
Hi Jasmine,
My condolences on the loss of your mom. It is a big loss even after a number of years.
Alice
Yeah, that really sucks, but you did have good times with her. It sounds like you had a good relationship with her. I think you have much more memories to treasure than things to regret in this case 😊
Plus, she accepted you the way you are and that’s really special. I know that doesn’t bring back what you wish you could have done with her, but I know you’re grateful for her encouragement and the times you had together dressed with her when you were younger. That will always be a special memory No one can ever take from you.❤️
My mom is almost 80 and I don’t think she ever wants to see me dressed but at least she is very supportive of me. I’m hoping one day before she’s gone, I’ll be able to show her what I look like dressed up. She seen pictures but it’s just not the same. She wanted a daughter so badly. It would really be special if that happened, but I’ll take what I can get and it’s OK if it doesn’t.
I’m really sorry about Your mom Jas. I’m sure even after seven years, you still miss her badly. I can’t even imagine losing mine, but it’s going to happen one day.
It’s a great thing for you to share this. We have so little time. Life is so short and very fragile. We have to make the most of every opportunity we have. ❤️
S.
Mum was the first I told and she was fine with it. Having a theatrical background she used to love dressing us up for some theme event or other and dressed me as a girl when I was four and allowed me to dress 'for fun' with my sisters after that, dad didn't object either as it was fun. Naturally I would dress in secret and often wondered whether she 'knew' when I told her years later but she insisted she didn't, and neither did my sisters when they were told.
She allowed me to go to her house and dress when my dad was at work and after he passed unexpectedly we began to go out to places, she accepted my femme name, as it was the one she would have chosen if I were born a girl.
I was so blessed as had she recoiled at the news I wonder how things would have evolved.
As is said, at the end of your life, you don't regret the things you have done, but the things you haven't done. It's why I dress and go out en femme now rather than regret not doing it when it is too late. I've had too many close shaves regarding my mortality for me to care a hoot anymore; I'm determined to regret as little as I can.
Becca
I never told my mom (she passed almost 8 years ago). I'm sure she would have been OK, but she would have told my siblings too, and that is something I am not willing to share. So I have no regrets not saying anything.
One brother who lived with her passed in December of 2019. My other two siblings and I started to clean out her apartment, but stopped when COVID hit. We later started going individually, and I managed to take a few things of hers that would have otherwise been given to the junk removers. I actually went en femme the last two times.
With my family dynamics, and with 3 other siblings, not saying anything was the right choice for me.
The woman who did my first makeover became a mother figure for me (despite being younger). Here is an excerpt from a letter I gave her 4 years ago and posted an anonymous version here ( https://www.crossdresserheaven.com/forums/topic/ode-owed-to-a-friend/):
I came expecting a makeover, some photos, and a trip out in public to eat. You showed me your kindness, your respect, your confidence, your skill, and your graciousness. I left learning how to put on makeup, and with new breast forms, a bra, and bangs. With your support, my nervousness lasted mere seconds, first walking out in front of your home, and then getting out of the car at the diner. We ran about 90 minutes over the allotted time, but you didn’t charge me extra. Despite expectations that I would have to pay for the meal, you picked it up the tab, leaving me only the tip. Everything you did that day said how much you cared about the people you meet, how much you want your girls to succeed, and not just about trying to squeeze every last dime out of girls who want to live their dreams.
That day I peeked into the door of femininity. You held it wide open and led me through. I let the genie out of the bottle that day. She refused to go back in. That day was a big change for me. It changed the course of my life, allowing me to show my feminine side to the world.