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The first time I ever crossdressed was when my first girlfriend convinced me to try on a dress. I was hesitant, but was willing to do anything for her. So I did it. I didn't want to take it off, so since I was staying at her house for a few days (parents were on a cruise), she decided to do my makeup, my nails, everything for the next few days. Even started calling me Chrissy. After that, I became obsessed with dressing up as a woman. I did it in secret because my parents were and still are very transphobic and homophobic. Then we went to prom. I begged my girlfriend to let me go as Chrissy until she finally gave in. We went and got me a dress, heels, everything I needed. She even got me a wig and breast forms so I could pass as a woman. It took about 2 and a half to 3 hours, but "Chrissy" was finally ready to go to her first prom. My girlfriend did such a great job on me that no one noticed I was actually a guy. That is, until the after party. But that's another story for another time. Not long after that, she broke up with me. I had to do all my crossdressing in secret. Then my parents found out. They found my stash of makeup and nail polish in my room and immediately knew what was up. Ad expected, they reamed me out, yelled at me, and then started beating me. I was a faggot, a disgrace, a disgusting excuse for a son, etcetera. They beat me every day until they enrolled me at North Greenville University, a Christian College where they think I'll just forget about being Chrissy. I currently have a skirt, a blouse, and a dress, and they're all in my car. I have to go home this weekend, and I know my parents are going to search my car and find the clothes, I'm absolutely terrified of what's going to happen.
Chrissy,
I'm so sorry that your parents are not only not understanding about your dressing, but violent towards you.
I don't have any good advice for you other than to be careful. And thanks for sharing your story. Please be careful, sweetie.
Hugs,
Jenny
Thank you so much ☺️
Chrissy,
I can sympathize with your position. My experience after my parents found out drove me deep into the closet that it took many years to come to terms with it. I wish thee the best and will be here for you.
MacKenzie
Hi Chrissy. I need to echo Jenny - be safe, first and foremost. Can you maybe mail the clothes to yourself, as a way of hiding them in the short term?
2016_personal stories: Chrissy original post:
The first time I ever crossdressed was when my first girlfriend convinced me to try on a dress. I was hesitant, but was willing to do anything for her. So I did it. I didn’t want to take it off, so since I was staying at her house for a few days (parents were on a cruise), she decided to do my makeup, my nails, everything for the next few days. Even started calling me Chrissy. After that, I became obsessed with dressing up as a woman. I did it in secret because my parents were and still are very transphobic and homophobic. Then we went to prom. I begged my girlfriend to let me go as Chrissy until she finally gave in. We went and got me a dress, heels, everything I needed. She even got me a wig and breast forms so I could pass as a woman. It took about 2 and a half to 3 hours, but “Chrissy” was finally ready to go to her first prom. My girlfriend did such a great job on me that no one noticed I was actually a guy. That is, until the after party. But that’s another story for another time. Not long after that, she broke up with me. I had to do all my crossdressing in secret. Then my parents found out. They found my stash of makeup and nail polish in my room and immediately knew what was up. Ad expected, they reamed me out, yelled at me, and then started beating me. I was a faggot, a disgrace, a disgusting excuse for a son, etcetera. They beat me every day until they enrolled me at North Greenville University, a Christian College where they think I’ll just forget about being Chrissy. I currently have a skirt, a blouse, and a dress, and they’re all in my car. I have to go home this weekend, and I know my parents are going to search my car and find the clothes, I’m absolutely terrified of what’s going to happen.
