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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Mother had big impression on me

I saw this photo of Holly Gibbons, who is a Playboy cybergirl and her gorgeous breasts reminded me of my dear mother's.

When I was a young sissy and very impressionable, my mother did not cover up in the privacy of our upstairs where the bedrooms and bathroom were. She didn't hide when she was getting dressed and I was even allowed to come into the bathroom when she was in the tub.

So I saw her breasts quite frequently and they were ample, just like Holly's. Now, when was in grade school, my mother was in her 30s and quite pretty and I wanted to be like her and not my dad. And that included having breasts and not having a boy peetie and being able to dress up in things she wore like her slips and bras and panties and stockings. I love to wear sheer nighties and I got that from being envious of my mother too.

How much of an impression did your mother have on you as a young sissy?


sissypinkpanties said...

My mum had a huge influence. My mum was always really slim and pretty, my dad always really hairy and had a beer belly. I remember when I realised in horror I was gonna be more like my dad than my mum! My mum also had a large collection of her old 70's clothes that she used to help me dress up in. I loved it!

Stevie Stevens said...

This is a good point. My dad was not refined. He worked in a steel mill, smoked and drank a lot. He didn't do anything with me as far as my schooling and activities. Probably because I was a sissy and did not meet his expectations.

My mother on the other hand came from an intelligent family. Relatives were doctors and dentists and pharmacists. She was very active in my schooling and activities.

I wanted to be like my mother -- in spirit and body. That's why I stayed close to her and learned to cook and bake and sew and other womanly things.

I just felt I needed to be in her female world just like my sisters were. And part of that was I loved their smooth bodies and breasts: my mother's big ones and my sisters' growing ones.

One of your many fans said...

In reading some of your older posts, I see you had two older sisters. Well, I'm the youngest of six brothers (no sisters), and mom really wanted at least one girl, so she had a real influence on me!

We had (and still have) a complicated relationship. Growing up in a conservative Dallas suburb in the 60s/70s greatly limited her possible actions, but she's told me more than once that if the social mores of that day had allowed, she'd have had me in dresses from day one.

I was the only one of my brothers who had his hair set in rollers, who had to do the family laundry and ironing, who had to plan and cook family meals, who had a very extensive cleaning chore list, and who wasn't allowed to play sports.

By the time I came along, Dad was too beaten down to resist, and gave in to mom's incessant whining to have some more help around the house.

I still remember my classmates giggling and/or smirking and/or sneering at my too-obviously-done hair. At least my brothers took up for me in school, although if it was a pretty girl doing the commenting, they'd throw me under the bus by enthusiastically joining in with her laughter.

I still cringe thinking about carrying a laundry basket of mom's clothes from the dryer all the way back to her room with my hair up in rollers, all in full view of my brothers' friends and girlfriends, while my mom is yelling to me that her bras are dry and ready for folding, or that it's time to remove my curls for a comb-out. Sometimes my brothers girlfriends (or simply friends who were girls) volunteered to help mom with my hair!

So the basic answer to your question about the extent of mom's influence is YES! Cross-dressing was not a part of it (except for Halloween - more on that later if you want), but emasculation was. To this day, whenever I see a mother brushing or combing her embarrassed son's hair (especially if it's curly) gives me a reminiscent tingle!

Stevie Stevens said...

And I bet you turned out just fine, did you not?

One of your many fans said...

Oh, I dunno, Stevie, ... not to sound too Bill-Clintonesque, but it all depends on just what the meaning of the word "fine" is ...

LOL. Yeah, I turned out OK in the end, and I know many kids had to put up with much worse parenting than I did, but I still wouldn't wish what happened to me on any guy (except someone who really desires that ... which some of your readers just might!). :)

It had long-term effects on my ability to trust people (women in particular). As the years recede into the distance, the painful memories of that time lose just a little more of their edge with each passing year.

Stevie Stevens said...

Well I know how tough it is growing up for anyone who is a sissy or a t-girl or whatever form of transgender. I also have painful memories as I have stated here.

Tough times with my father, tough times with mean boys, tough times with girls who did not want me. Doing things that a normal boy would not be doing.

It is still tough to be transgendered. The best I can say is that I was a survivor. I fared better than many who grew up like I did.

One of your many fans said...

Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you turned out OK too!

Throughout your life as a sissy T-girl, what derogatory name have you been called the most?

Why do your wear bras? Or not?

Ever pilfer panties from a girl's drawer, clothesline or laundry, etc?,

How do you wear your pantyhose?

As a young sissy, did you look at naked men in locker rooms?

Did you ever raid a clothesline for bras or panties?

Do you hate getting erections?

Do you want to have your penis removed?

Do you take female hormones to be more girlie?

What is your mental state as a T-girl who wishes they were a girl?

Do you tuck away your sissy clitty to pretend you are a girl?

Do you wear a bra on a daily basis?

As a t-girl, what do you shave? (Pick closest choice)

What is your favorite lingerie?

You have always wanted one, but what would you call it?

Did you have a crush on a boy when you were in high school?

When you see a gorgeous girl, do you want to:

At this exact second, what are you wearing?

Do you use feminine protection?

Who was the first female you envied and wanted to be like?

Growing up, did you place dress-up with a sissy friend?

Did you play with dolls like Barbie and Tammy as a young sissy?