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I can’t remember the exact time I needed to dress but I was young. My parents were out for the day and I just felt the need to wear one of my mother’s slips and her tights. Not particularly glamorous compared to now but the joy as I eased on her tights and slip and having to adjust the straps. Was heaven and the beginning of my journey.
Soon after wearing the same outfit but with a pair of my mother’s red shoes on my feet I walked along their garden path as a woman. Just felt I was a girl but don’t know why?
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