My parents were good to me and my only brother was ayear and a half older than me. Most of my early years were spent in the company of my mother due to the fact that my father was very much pre-occupied with his business and being involved in various clubs and lodges, he wasn't around very much.

    There is a good possibility that the seeds of my crossdressing desires may have been sown by my mother who had wanted me to be a  girl. Her disappointment showed itself often when she would announce to different people that I was "the little girl that she never had." I can't remember feeling any less a son to my parents as a result, but it must have played a role and had some kind of a negative effect on my youngmind. My mother also made it known that had I been a girl, my name wouldhave been Leslie Diane. I don't think she dressed me as a little girl, but that is a possibility. I will never know for sure. (My father died in1959 and my mother in 1983.)
        My first memories of crossdressing were at the early age of ten was when I one day put on a pair of my mother's silk stockings (the kind with the seam running up the back) and one of her girdles. I have no idea why I did it. Only that I guess for some reason I thought it would feel nice. It did feel nice. In fact it was exciting. It felt so good that I remember that on at least one occasion I had put on those same articles under my regular clothes and went to the movies. I enjoyed the movies when I was a kid, and I still do. On another occasion I remember being in my mother's room when I was home alone by myself and trying on various articles of my mother's clothing. I had put on one of her frilly crinolines and while I was dressed this way my friend Ernie came into the room and caught me in the act. I was just devastated. I was so embarrassed that I remember begging him not to tell anyone what he had seen me doing in my mother's bedroom. I may have even paid him some money hush-momey to keep it quiet. Ernie must havebeen a real  friend though because the incident never came up again, and I never heard even a whisper from other friends which he may have told. I was so afraid of being labelled a sissy for dressing like a girl.

Superboy?
        One story that I will relate at this time had to do with a Superboy Comic Book that I read as a kid. I don't remember if this happened before or after the beginning of my crossdressing tendencies. Anyway the gist of the story was this. In this particular comic book Superboy for some reason which escapes me was miraculously transformed into Supergirl. What an exciting concept. That someone who was born as a male could possibly actually become a girl. I found that the thought that somehow I could know and experience what it would be like to be a real girl was absolutely fascinating and at the same time extremely exciting to my young mind. I remember that on occaision I would actually pray to God toperform a miracle and turn me into a girl.

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