Interesting stories...

I was only 2 years old when I was adopted. My mother was a very dainty and feminine lady. She was pretty and so very talented. I am sure that she would have preferred a little girl but she settled for a boy to placate my father.

 

It was obvious from the beginning that my mother would have the last say in my upbringing. It is no wonder then that I turned out as I did when you see my picture at 3 years old. She just loved to play with me as if I were a little doll and would curl my hair and make little satin outfits for me...

 

I was really raised in a matriarch society. The women totally ruled from my grandmother to my aunts and my mother too. I felt very comfortable in that environment and my early childhood memories are about feminine smells and sounds and feelings.

 

I fell in love with the feel of kid leather gloves real soon. I loved for my mother or my aunts to hold my hand in their kid gloved hands. The aroma and the softness made me feel so comfortable. I was still too young to associate this feeling in a sexual manner but the seeds were planted early.

 

My father was totally disgusted with the way my mother was raising me and decided to have nothing to do with me. So, I was left pretty much in my mother’s control. I saw little of my father.

 

Among her many talents, my mother was an expert dressmaker and she had a sizeable clientele. She made many wedding dresses and prom dresses and cocktail dresses as well as did alterations. I must have been around 12 years old when she began to use me as a model. I must have been the right height and size for many of the dresses she would be working on. I can remember that she used the back parlor for her sewing room. In that room was a large armoire with a mirrored door. Sometimes she would have me stand on a small box while wearing whatever gown she would be working on so I could see myself in the mirror. There were times when I protested at this embarrassing position, but never too loudly. Sometimes she would have me put on a pair of her high heel shoes, which remarkably fit me quite well in order to measure the hems correctly.

 

One day she had me model a gorgeous white satin wedding gown. It had a modest train and long sleeves and it felt just adorable on. She had me wear white kidskin pumps to bring me up just a little taller. The way I looked in the mirror and the way the satin felt on me caused me to have an erection. My mother gently and laughingly chided me and told me that had to go down if she was to hem the dress.

 

It was just a short time when I discovered the pleasure of her kid leather gloves and her satin nightgowns and satin slips. When I was alone, I would explore all the wonderful things in her dresser drawers. When I tried on her black kid gloves fit me per-

fectly and that it gave me a

giant erection. The feel of the soft leather on my

penis was wonderful. I would sneak her gloves out

at night and one of her satin

nightgowns to wear to bed. This went on for quite some time. She had to know for she would scold me some time for not putting her things back properly Still she had not seen me wearing her gloves and slips yet.

 

One day when I knew she would be out for some time I put on a light blue satin nightgown that had some pretty lace straps. I searched more deeply through her bureaus and found a pair of long white kid gloves. She must have worn these with formals for they went long past the elbow and I felt so sexy with them on. As I sashayed around the house and especially in front of the full length mirror, I decided that maybe I should try on a little makeup. I knew nothing about makeup except for lipstick, face powder and some rouge but I tried anyway. Actually I did a pretty good job with the lipstick. I was just so pleased myself. I was sexually aroused all the while but was afraid of putting any stains on my mother’s nice things so I kept a pair of jockey shorts on. Either the time got away from me or I secretly wanted to get “caught” but my mother came home and found me dressed in her nightgown and kid gloves. She did not angry at me. She did not even ask me to take them off. We did have a long talk about this desire of mine to get dressed up in her clothes. She admitted that she should share some of the responsibility for the way I turned out but there was nothing wrong with. What people did in the privacy of their own homes was their own business. She even admitted that I made a pretty girl but would really need some lessons in makeup. She confessed that she knew it had been going on for some time but never could approach me with it. Now that it was out, she thought that I should have my own “things” so I could leave her gloves and lingeries alone. She took me shopping and bought me my own pair black kid gloves and white kid gloves and some satin slips. She told me that it was ok to wear around the house but not

 

to wear them outside as all people would not understand. From that point on I saved all my money to buy extra kid gloves and satin nightgowns and blouses. When leather skirts became popular I had to have one too. Needless to say I spent many wonderful nights self pleasuring myself with my gloves and satin slips and nightgowns. I would buy all the Vogue magazines I could just to see the pictures of models in kid gloves. It was only natural that I should also fall in love with leather boots. Of course I could not be happy with any old boots. My boots had to be expensive. I had to have the

 

leather lined boots, and I loved the tall ones . Oh man did I feel sexy in those . I truly felt like a girl and then it was the time that I approached my mother and asked her why I could not change my sex into a girl. She told me that there were a lot of thing to consider and that I was too young. I had not enough sexual experience yet to know what I really wanted and that being a girl had its nice things about it but that there were parts that I might not like.

 

She said that she would discuss the situation with her doctor and ask for his advice. Of course I had no idea that she would discuss my “habits” with her sister Rita who was a little younger than my mother and a little bit wilder. My mother also suspected that Rita might also have a leather fetish like I did and that maybe it was something that was inherited.