RANSVESTIA

TRUE STORY

THE WORST DAY

OF MY LIFE

By Ann

I became aware of my desire to wear female garments at an early age. I was no more than six or seven years old when I began to try on my mother's clothes.

For some reason, and I cannot remember, now, even how the subject came up, my grandmother came to know of my liking for women's clothing. When I visited her, without my parents being present, I was allowed to wear panties and one of her slips while she read to me. She even let me sleep in those clothes and, somehow, my fairly strict grandfather never found

out.

Mama, as Icalled my grandmother, never told my parents or, as far as I know, anyone else. Needless to say, I looked for- ward with great anticipation to those visits to Mama's house!

Around the age of 10 or 11, I sneaked a pair of my mother's panties and a slip into my bedroom, and, when I thought the coast was clear, I took off my pajamas and put on the nylon un- derwear. No sooner had I done so than in came mother. She flipped on the light and caught me trying desperately to burrow out of sight in the sheets. She didn't scream or even call for father who, I was sure, would have killed me. She simply sat on the bed and demolished me by saying that what I was doing was perverse and unnatural. The shame I felt was overwhelming as I removed her clothes and put my pajamas back on. It was a long time that night before I finally cried myself to sleep.

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