Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2001 07:51:26 -0600 (CST)
From: slurp2@webtv.net
Subject: New Girl In Town..A TV Tale

I was 24 years old when this episode of my crossdressing life occured. I
had, like a lot of TV"s been dressing since early childhood. I had two
sisters older than me and they would use me as their doll, often
dressing me in their dresses and shoes. My mother would laugh as I
clopped around the house in shoes way to big for me and one of my
sister's dresses dragging the floor.  She would often tell me how cute I
looked and that I made a pretty girl.  Truth was I did make a pretty
girl as my body never did build up the bulk and statue that some boys
develope. I stopped growing taller at 5ft 7" and my body stayed slim. I
was never drawn toward football and the other rough games as I was just
too small and light-weight.  I was content to read and practice music on
my keyboard.
As I grew older my sisters tired of playing with me as they were getting
interested in boys and when they reached their teens they were gone most
of the time leaving me to myself. My mother worked at a local department
store and my father traveled for the U.S. Govt so there were many hours
to be alone at home. I had about forgotten about dressing up in my
sister's stuff until one day I was in their room looking for a tape that
I enjoyed listening too. They got mad when I messed with their music so
I had to sneak their tapes out. My sisters were both sloppy at home and
their rooms were always a mess like most girl's their age. As I walked
by the bed I noticed several pairs of panties stacked on the bed. They
had just been washed and were waiting to be put away. I couldn't resist
the urge to fondle the silky material and then I got an idea!  I had an
irresistable urge to put them on and I slipped my cut-off jeans from my
hips   and slipped into the silky rose colored briefs. I cannot describe
the thrill that I felt go through my body. I was only 7 years old but I
had a stirring in me that has stayed with me until this day. I still
feel it each time I put my panties on for work each morning.
After that day I started to wear their panties every opprtunity I got
and then one day I slipped into one of their dresses and my life as a TV
began. I knew my sister's would know if I stole their stuff so I swiped
several pairs of panties from my neighor's clothesline one night and
stashed them safely in my room. I kept a neat room and my mother never
checked it so my stuff was safe.  For the next few years I managed to
build up a pretty good wardrobe. My mother put a lot of my sisters stuff
out for Goodwill at times and I would filch a few things before the
truck came to pick them up. Luckily my sisters were about my size.and
most of their stuff fit.   I managed to pick up a pair of shoes as a
"Thrift" store one day as I browsed around. I found the second-hand
shoes and when no-one was looking I slipped my shoe off and quickly
tried one on. They fit perfectly and and I blushed as I sheepishly gave
them to the girl at the cashier. She never batted and eye as she took my
money and slipped the shoes into a sack. Now my wardrobe was complete!!
I felt a thrill as I walked around in my locked room at home wearing
stockings, panties, bra and those shoes with two-inch high heels.  I
even put on some of my sister's lipstick that I had stolen from her
room.
I continued to dress all through school and one of my greatest thrills
came when I got to dress as a girl in our senior play. It was a comedy
about a can-can dancer and it was an all boy cast except for two girls.
I went to a very small HIgh School and we had few girls so the boys were
dressed as dancers as part of the spiff.  Most of the boys just wore gym
shorts or swim trunks under their dresses but I wore a pair of black
panties. My teacher actually blushed when she saw them but didn't say
too much. I also wore a bra with socks stuffed into it to fill me out.
She would always give me a strange look when I came out of the dressing
room. I have always felt that she knew my secret.
I graduated and decided to go to night school as I could not afford to
attend college . I would need to travel from home and my family just
couldn't spare the money for the tuition for all of us to go.  My
sister's education had pretty much drained the kitty.  I stayed at home
an attended business school at night. I didn't mind as it gave me more
time to dress up.
Then my life changed for ever one summer. We got a phone call from my 45
year old Aunt that informed us of my Uncle's untimely death in a hunting
accident. His shotgun had discharged accidently, killing him instantly.
My sisters were not living at home so they couldn't make the funeral.
My mother and I drove the short trip to the small town where my Aunt and
my deceased Uncle were located.  They had a closed casket sevice because
the blast had taken away most of his face. My Aunt was so torn up that
we decided to stay a couple of days to help her adjust.  I had brought
along a change of clothes so I was in good shape for something to wear.
On the second day my Aunt and my mother were talking in the living room
when I heard them call me. I was reading one of my uncle's many books in
his den. As I sat by them they asked me if I would like to stay at my
Aunt's for awhile and take care of some of the manly things and help my
Aunt.  I loved the area and there was a lot of good fishing nearby so I
consented. I had just finished my first course at business school and I
needed a break. We decided that I would drive my uncle's truck back home
and pick up my clothes and other things.  My aunt and uncle were
well-off financially and as I sped down the road later in the new truck
I really felt great.  I knew my aunt would never let me want for
anything as she had always been generous and always gave us nice gifts
on Christmas and other occasions. They had no children and they sorta
adopted us.
My mother went back to work the next day and it gave me time to dig my
fem stuff out and hide it under some clothes in the back seat of the
truck. The truck was an extended cab model and had a little rear seat in
it. I didn't know exactly how I would manage it but I knew I could not
stop dressing in fem.  It was just too much a part of my life now.
As I drove out of our drive the next morning early my mother had a tear
in her eye and even though I was only about 100 miles away I knew I
would miss her. We had always been close and I wouldn't realize until
years later that she had known my little secret all along but just
didn't know how to approach it.
I was a little tired when I arrived at my aunt's and I lay down for a
little knap after eating a piece of her home-made pie. I left my clothes
in the truck for later and dozed off to sleep. It was nice to get away
from home for awhile and I looked foward to the coming days ahead.
Next chapter soon.   Keep reading to find out what my aunt does when she
accidently finds my female clothes.  I also was startled to find some
very kinky books hidden in my deceased uncle's den!!!!!!