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Miss Trudie

This is the first of an occasional series of blogs that deals with cross dressing and transgender issues. Firstly let’s not too excited by terminology. In the community we are all the same and yet at the same time all different. Our respect and love for each other is perhaps unrivalled by any other community. After all ours is the last great taboo even though LGBTI is an acronym widely used we don’t really see much at the TI end of that.

My own experience may well strike chords with some or may not but I can track it back to childhood and dressing up. There’s not one lightbulb moment for me but a number of events when stacked end on end did flick some comfort and excitement switch that lay the groundwork for where I am today; someone who embraces both feminine and masculine. We each have a yin and yang, a female and male persona and if you are Libran to boot then it’s not surprising something lovely and frilly will nearly always catch your eye.

I do recall washing on the line and seeing women’s clothing and marvelling at how gentle and sensual it seemed (although of course at that age sensual wasn’t in my vocabulary). It just seemed like an effort had been made for women’s clothes but not men’s. I remember running though the stockings hanging on the line feeling the gossamer thin material through my fingers.

My grandmother used to let me dress in some of her old clothes and I must have been a sight for sore eyes in her coat and hat and her shoes which even then seemed to be the absolutely essential ingredient to a feminine look. On another holiday an older cousin dressed me up as a girl complete from pinafore knickers to blouse skirt and hat. I was paraded in front of the women and we did an impromptu concert much to the delight of the women in the audience. Whether it was the frisson from being dressed or more as I suspect being the centre of attention but I felt a thrill almost like having a secret that no one else knew.

As I got a bit older it appeared to me that the disparity in beauty and form between men’s and women’s clothing was at its greatest with underwear. Us men had very ugly old Y-fronts which at that stage had just become available in more than one colour. Our pyjamas were unflattering cotton with a functional fly. Women seemed to have an almost limitless variety of undergarments. Even those large figure shaping corsets seemed to have attention to detail in their making. But there were wispy brief items too on neighbour’s lines which gave rise to imagining even greater possibilities and chiffon nighties that made their way to the clothesline from time to time. I used to go up to it and look through it amazing myself every time at just how easy it was to see through it. There were two; one pale lemon and my favourite a black with spaghetti straps. I knew they were special but little did I know just how special they were. Date night meant very little back then.

Some time after that I got to find out just how special women’s pretty things were. I was rummaging around at my Aunty’s one day when I came across a pile of clothing catalogues. There was a chaste photo of some women on the front from memory and inside were lots of various clothing lines then shoes and as I turned the page….lingerie. Page after page of lovely bras and panties, stockings, control wear, nighties etc. I felt faint! I realised that not only did I have probably around 20 pages or so but there were about 5 different catalogues all promising to yield their beautiful secrets to me. Each page was like a wondrous new revelation. By today’s standards they were very innocent but I was a few pages in when “I realised each set of lingerie was modelled by a woman in all her beautiful form. Elegant, powerful and vulnerable in equal measure. I became an avid reader over many months quickly returning to my favourite pages when we visited. I must have been around 11 at the time and I was already choosing my favourite outfits. How some things never change!


Posted By Trudie on Monday 1st August 2016 @ 12:06:57

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