I still looked like a little boy trying on adult clothes though, I had short brown hair back then, my parents choosing my hair cuts and how I looked for my time at school. I felt the satin against my skin, and I liked it. My green eyes staring at the figure in the oversized dress. I looked at myself in the mirror that was placed on the inside of the door. It didn't even need to unbutton the back of the dress. It didn't matter to me at the time I simply stripped to my underwear and slipped the dress on over me.

Now on Katie, it would have gone down to her ankles, but when I tried it on, it went down to the floor and even bunched up leaving a small tail of fabric. She had an ankle-length purple dress with straps. When my parents and Katie had gone out, leaving me alone, I went into her room and opened up Katie's wardrobe. Coincidently, it was also the same day I started trying on girl's clothing. It was proved right when I was first caught by her. I always believed that Katie had some sort of second sight for these things. My sister was a bit of a neat freak, everything was out of place, and it was rumoured that she could see from a first glance whether or not something was out of place. I opened it up and was stunned to see everything hanging up so neatly. Her room was painted a cream colour, very few posters decorated the walls, shelves were filled with books and not dolls, and she had a large wardrobe up against the wall. At the time my sister was sixteen and going through her GCSE's. Pink, filled with girly things ranging from dolls to make up to posters of boy bands and actors. When I entered my sister's room, I had an idea of what it would be like. I didn't have any idea about the culture that followed it, I didn't know that men and women dressed in clothing of the opposite gender as a lifestyle choice, I would find that out much later in my life. At the time, when life seemed simple, I only saw it to be innocent curiosity that drove me to try on my sister's clothes. I didn't really care at the time, I didn't know what kind of effects it would have on my future. Many would have found it weird, an eleven-year-old boy wanting to try on girls clothing. I had freedom of the house, and since my fascination started, I had only wanted to do one thing: try on my sister's clothing. There were times when I was left on my own in the house my parents were either at work or out for the afternoon, and my sister was visiting her friends. It looked nicer, and when I hugged Katie, her clothes felt nicer against my skin, a lot nicer.

I remember watching my older sister Katie walk around in skirts, dresses, blouses, all clothing that was infinitely better than anything I wore. It started when I was eleven years old, my fascination for girl's clothing and crossdressing that is.

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