"Layer Upon Layer"
TOPIC NUMBER SIX
As a child Poufbunny, were you ever caught in the act of trying on something frilly, and, as a result, forced to get "all dolled up" to show everyone.....family, neighbors, etc.? If so, how do you feel that this form of parental (or guardian) discipline for the "crinimal" act has impacted your life?
Suggested by Erica
Peggy Sue 31 Dec 07
When I was 12 years old, I was waiting for my boyfriend in his basement to play with his electric train. While waiting, I noticed the laundry basket by the washing machine. I went over to take a look, and noticed my friend's sister's large bouffant crinoline on the top. I could not resist the strong desire to put the crinny on.
While I was wearing the crinoline and mincing about, the sister came into the basement and caught me in the act. She demanded that I remove my male clothing and allow her to dress me fully as a girl. I agreed and she proceeded to dress me in her bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, slip, huge crinoline and a pretty party dress. She put me into her high heels, applied a liberal amount of lipstick and rouge on my cheeks. She tied ribbons in my hair, put earrings on my ears, and then led me outside to parade me around the neighborhood as her cousin. This ruse of course fooled no one. I was exhilarated through every minute of the dress-up experience even though I was labelled a sissy, pantywaist, girlboy, missy, transvestite for a long time afterward around my neighborhood. But it ignited in me my life-time passion and love of dressing in girl's clothing, particularly 50's poodle skirts with crinolines, saddle oxford shoes, chiffon scarves and bobby socks.
Vicki 26 May 05
I was at a friend's house. He had a sister who was taking dance classes.
I don't remember who suggested it, but we put on her dance costumes --
mine was a ballerina with (at the time) at huge tutu. I loved it. We
danced and pranced for quite a while, then his mom walked in. She was
really mad and we froze while she yelled at us. She then paraded us
downstairs to show his sisters who laughed and laughed. I burned with
embarrassment, mixed with great
Michael 26 Oct 04
By the time I was nine I had wanted to try on a dress,
,just to see what it was like. I knew better than to ever mess with my
mother's clothes and I didn't have a sister. My only girl cousin was a
lot older than I, so her clothes were much too large for me.
I have read some fantasies people have about this on the Internet, but believe me, if you ever suffered such humiliation you wouldn't want to remember it.
I was then made to prance and talk in the prissy voice for them. My friend left the room -- I know that she felt terrible for me. This went on for about an hour. Then I was allowed to wash my face and take off the bows and dress, and get dressed in my own clothes.
My mother told me if I ever wanted to play dress up again to let her know. She told me she'd dress me up, including frilly panties, and take me to the arcade to visit my friends.
I wasn't allowed to play with that girl anymore and I didn't dress up for several years until my urges got the best of me. My mother never knew of my crossdressing after that and she passed away a few years ago. I think that what she did to me was very cruel and do not agree with that type of punishment.
The worst part was losing what may have been the best friend I ever had. I only saw her in passing and hardly ever talked to her again. She moved away when I was in the eighth grade.
(anonymous) 1 Jul 04
I was probably 1952 and I was probably 6 or 7 years old. My best friend, my sister and I used to dress up all the time and the three of us would hold a parade using our red wagon as a float. My best friend and I usually dressed as bums and my sister always got to dress as the queen. At times we would all dress up as women wearing my mother's or grandmother's old dress (which were 10 times too large for us). We still looked like bums in drag. Eventually I began to fantasies about wearing my sister's pretty things - silk/satin panties and pretty dresses. I think I tried suggesting how wonderful it might be to my best friend and got a very negative reaction about dressing like a sissy. I never suggested it again but could never get it out of my mind.
Eventually I had to try it. When I did it, I got my first ever boner. I had no idea at age of 6 what was going wrong with me. I remember sitting, hidden in the closet when I heard my mother calling for me. I froze! She must have known something was up because I was just being too quiet. She eventually found me in the closet dressed only in my sisters panties. She scolded me and said wait till your father gets home. My father was rather brutal with his kids and this was terrifying to me. Eventually when he got home and my mother told him about my episode, he found me and forced me to undress and he put the panties back on me. He started calling me Roberta. I was balling, totally humiliated and just knew that I could never live this down. While they let me get out of the panties to get redressed as a boy almost immediately, I felt my life was over. I was totally humiliated.
I think that it was more than a day before I would even venture out of my room and look any family member in the eye again. My brother and sister seemed to know how badly I was taking it; so that they never said anything about it to me. My brother did tell one of his friends at school about it, and he in turn told his little brother, who was in my grade in school. When confronted I just denied the allegations and it all just blew over. Thinking back on it, this was probably a best case outcome. Thank God there were no bullies around to start teasing and taunting. I don't know how much was said behind my back but nothing was said to my face.
This episode scared me for life. The trauma of it is still vivid today - more than 50 years later. My parents probably think that it was successful parenting because to their knowledge I never did it again. The reality is that I never allowed myself to get caught again but have dressed up all of my life. I have raided my sister's, my mother's and my wife's drawers and tried on everything that would fit and some that did not. I have gone through the typical hidden inventory of cloths followed by total purges, followed by a slow build up of new inventories.
I doubt that the humiliating punishment had anything to do with it. I just love the feeling of soft and pretty panties, slips, dresses, petticoats and love being dressed as a woman. It's a fetish. In my younger days it always ended in masturbation. I have felt like a sinner all of my life. As a Catholic alter boy I knew that I would burn in hell for my acts and yet I have never confessed this sin. The guilt probably had something to do with me loosing my faith even though I had more than 14 years of Catholic education. I have three kids and six grandchildren and am otherwise totally masculine with no homosexual inclinations. I am now separated from my wife and I have never let anyone know, but I now dress up whenever I am home and have a huge inventory of cloths with at least 7 petticoats. I love my female side and I love Pettipond and think that Tessy: you are wonderful. It is nice to know that I am not the only one. Thank you so much.
Kimmie 1 Apr 02
I do not know for sure at the age of four whose idea
it was to dress me as a girl, but it was done around 1959 at a day care
center. I know I had a wetting problem at that age, and a
younger sister had died within a year. I do remember being diapered many
times and even being kept in the nursery many times. I do remember being
told there were no clean clothes for me, and I think I looked at a dress
hanging and said, "What about that?" I do remember many days playing
with the girls on the swing and having fun and being accepted. I seem to
remember being sent to the girl's side by the boys too. All this ended
when Mom came early one day - I think I remember standing
outside the gate of the center waiting and the police were there. I
remember Mom coming out and saying that I wouldn't be going back
there again. I still remember missing my friends, but my favorite friend
I now have met again years later, she married a boy I grew up with; she
remembers me, but the dress has never been mentioned.
I have continued to dress all of these years, but my favorite will
always be the frilly little dress with that full petticoat!
|Rhonda Risque 19 Jan 00
I was "caught in the act" at least
twice, while wearing my mother's clothes. It was very embarrassing and
upsetting, of course, and I promised both times that I would never do it
again. I tried to be careful whenever I wore her clothes, but there were
two times when one of my parents came home unexpectedly. The first time,
in June 1961, I had made the mistake of answering the phone and was
talking to a cousin when my mother suddenly came home. She was obviously
shocked, said nothing, and left immediately. A little while later she
called me and said we would have to talk about this. Naturally, there was
a confrontation with my father that night. They said I needed "help." I
was very upset and tearfully promised never to do it again. I kept my
promise for at least a year.
|Cindy 29 Sep 99
Yes I was caught trying on a dress when I was almost six. It was real late at night when at night when I thought everyone was asleep. The woman I was boarding with scolded me and told me little girls don't wear dresses to bed. She then dressed me in a nightie while telling me this is what I should wear. I was then sent back to my bedroom where the other boy boarders slept. She woke them and introduced me as the new boarder and after much laughter, I was made to sleep in the gown.
The next morning, after eating breakfast while still in the gown, I was sent back to my room while the others went out to play. After a short wait, she entered with her arms full of her daughter's prettiest clothing. After much screaming and kicking, I was dressed completely as a little girl. The only thing of mine was my shoes. I can still remember the dress as if it was yesterday. I was then forced out the back door into the yard with the other children including her daughter.
It was not wonderful at the time and I withstood much humiliation and shame as the oldest boys kept lifting my skirts and laughing while telling the others to look at my panties. I was helpless as I could only cry. I remained in the clothes for the whole day including that afternoon when I was allowed to remain inside. I spent it playing with the daughter in her room. That's when I started liking the feeling of being a little girl. It was a soft pretty world that allowed me the freedom to be sensitive and gentle.
As for the long term effects, it's been fifty years
since that happened and I'm still dressing up in the same style little
girls dresses (custom made). Was the humiliating events responsible? I
think so, since every time I dress up, I am not playing at being a little
girl but at being again the little boy being put to shame and made fun of.
Humiliation seems to be my driving force though there is a real calming
effect too. I just plain like feeling soft, sweet and pretty even if it is
just play acting. I only wish I could dress up all the time and enjoy the
swirling skirts, petticoats, ribbons, etc. continuously. I love being a
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