Rachel Beaumont
As a child of about 5, some of my earliest memories are of discovering my mother's lingerie, specifically her stockings first, and needing and wanting to feel her nylons, bras and girdles against my skin, holding and shaping my body into that of a body I really desired to have, that of a girl.
I recall my mother dressing to go out and loving her pretty red nails, and fasinated by the process of her putting on her make up, perfume; all of the things a woman did when she prepared to go out for an evening.
I have been a closeted CD ever since, and now in the Autumn of my life I'm seeking others like myself to share and interact with
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