At the age of 5 I stated to my mother I wanted to be a girl, that I wanted to grew up to be like her. Of course I got the standard reply that it doesn’t work like that. Well by the age of 8 I started going thru my mothers and sisters laundry down in the basement. On these occasions I had my choice of bras, stockings, girdles and more. We had a laundry shoot that came down from the second floor bathroom. I learned how to stuff it back up in without having to carry it all back up two flights of stairs.
Haven’t stopped dressing since, just slowed down. I do buy my own lingerie now so it fits me.
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