TRUE STORY

Dorothy's Diary

Dorothy Canada

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The earliest transvestic episode that I remember occurred when I was about fourteen, and happened to be alone in the house one day. There was a pile of fresh laundry awaiting ironing, and on top of it, a pair of pink bloomers belonging to my mother. I could not re- sist picking them up and fondling them, and was seized with a temptation to try them on. Taking them to my room I slipped out of my other clothes and pulled them оп. The feel of the soft silk against my bare body was delightful, and I soon discovered that it was sexually stimulating as well. This first experience was but a brief interlude, and I quickly returned them to the laun- dry pile, but it started a desire that has never been completely overcome.

On later occasions when I was alone I tried on other

feminine items from my mother's wardrobe At that age we were about the same height and most things fitted me well enough for the effect to be gained. I well remembe: the real thrill I had when I was able to experience the tight embrace of a corselette and the clinging silkiness of my own silk stockings, which I had taken the precaut- ion to purchase in case I put runs in any borrowed ones. With high heeled shoes, and some padding in the bra cups, I preened in front of the mirror, and began to feel the secret delight of feminine form. I was becoming bolder now and taking things from her drawer when she was out to try on. Perhaps she guessed my interest, one day when we were having a small party and playing

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