It had been a crazy few years. Only 5 years ago I had come out to my mum as being a transvestite. She had been very accepting, not asking many questions but as long as I was happy that was all that mattered. She didn't let on if she knew that between the ages of 12 to 18 I had sneaked her clothes to wear!
Well 6 weeks later I had started a relationship and moved out, my mum said nothing of my confession to my girlfriend and as far as I was concerned my crossdressing days were over. It was a great relationship at first, we had lots in common and spent a lot of time together. However soon the old desire to dress returned and try as I might I wasn't able to fight it. At first this wasn't an issue as I only dressed in secret when my girlfriend was out of the house but one day she came home early and my secret was out. She was accepting, but only with limits, she didn't want me to go out and about dressed or around her. At the time I was fine with this as I didn't want to lose my relationship, but gradually the desire to dress more and go round other t-girls houses for parties grew to be too much and we split up.
This is how, 5 years on I came to find myself sat on my mum's sofa with a cup of tea, explaining the whole situation to her. My mum listened without interrupting, then when I had finished, gave me a hug and said that if I had been unhappy then I had made the right choice and could live with her for as long as I needed. She went on to say that if crossdressing made me happy then I could do it as much as I liked at her home. She asked me if I had brought my clothes with me, I explained that I had them all.
"You look tired and stressed, why don't you have a bath and get changed while I cook dinner?" my mum asked.
"Sounds like a perfect plan" I replied, relieved that I had got everything off my chest.
I went upstairs into my old bedroom, dumped my bags on the bed and went and ran myself a bath. I had a long soak and felt all my worries wash away. I washed and did my legs getting them smooth before returning to my room. I opened up my suitcase and unpacked my things. Looking at my girly clothes and lingerie I realised that they were all quite provocative. I had never really been a fan of tights so mostly I wore hold ups or stockings with suspenders. I picked out my red satin bra with black lace trim and the matching thong with the attached suspenders and put them on. I then found my favourite pair of black seamed stockings and rolled them up my smooth legs, taking particular attention to getting the seam straight. Then I grabbed my favourite dress, a pink satin number with a plunging neck line and put it on. I glanced over at the mirror and realised that it only just covered my stocking tops. I grabbed my make up bag and applied my foundation, scarlet lipstick, dark eye shadow and mascara. I slipped on my dark red suede high heels and checked myself out in the mirror.
"Looking quite hot today" I whispered to myself.
"Are you ready yet? Dinner is ready" shouted my mum up to me.
It snapped me back into reality, was I really going to have dinner with my mum all dressed up? I suddenly felt very nervous.
"I'm not sure about this mum" I shouted back.
"Oh do get a move on darling, I'm not going to judge you, but it's up to you".
I decided that I needed to do this if I wanted to accept myself for who I was. I left my room and walked slowly down the stairs, trying to compose myself, my high heels clicking on the bare wooden floors.
I went into the kitchen and saw 2 bowls of pasta, a bottle of wine and 2 glasses on the table. My mum looked up at me.
"Wow, you look pretty good" she said, open mouthed.
We sat at the table, ate, drank and chatted. Mostly we talked about my crossdressing. My mum said she had known for a while that I had been wearing her underwear when I was a teenager but that she didn't mind as she figured there were worse things I could have been getting into as a teenager.
"Do you not have a wig?" my mum suddenly asked.
"No I could never afford one" I replied
"Well tomorrow I think you and I should go out and go shopping. I know a place in town we can go to, it's hidden away so it's nice and discrete".
"Great" I said, feeling glad that my mum was being so supportive.
We took the rest of the wine over to the sofa and switched on the tv. We soon polished off the wine and were on to the second bottle when an advert for make up came on the TV.
"You know, I think your make up looks good, but I'm pretty sure I can make you look better, would you mind if I tried" my mum asked.
"No go right ahead" I replied.
My mum went off and returned a few minutes later with her make up bag. She removed my eye shadow and mascara and re-applied it. She finished it off with some eye liner.
"Well what do you think?" she said as she handed me the mirror.
I couldn't believe how much better I looked.
"So what do you call yourself when you are dressed up, surely not Fred?" my mum asked.
