Dear diary…
How did it all begun?
This is all about eight years ago, the time I first started dressing. I was a fifteen year old boy who had never worn feminine cloths up to that time, yet he always wanted to do the thing. He was the boy who always dreamed to be woken up as a girl next day, yet his dream never came true. He was the boy who always had a strange feeling when he was looking at feminine cloths in shops’ showcases. He was the boy who couldn’t hold it much longer and ripped apart his limitations one day. He was me, and that was the day I was born. I was only fifteen at that time, as innocent and immature as a child could be. My mom, my dad and my sister who was 5 years older than me were all out and I was all alone at home. A weird sense was murmuring in my nerves, a voice was calling me. I’ve felt this weird feeling before, so many times but I’ve never ever had a chance to respond. Today I have the chance I’ve been waiting for ages. I couldn’t hold it much longer and a force pushed me through my sister’s room. The door was ajar and I could smell the enchanting smell of her perfume in space. A weird energy was dragging me in. I had a sense of weakness and shivery in my knees, my heart was pounding as it was going to explode and fly away from my chest. I gathered all of my energy and opened the door, the room was perfectly decorated and clean, the smell of her perfume was making me mad. My eyes were gazed to her closet and I could see her colorful tight clothes, her skirts, her panties and her high heels. Such weird feeling it was, both happiness and anxiety. I knew that it would be the only chance, today is my day and I’m not gonna ruin it. I finally made my mind and took off my pants and T-shirt quickly. I went to her closet and chose the red tight dress I always liked to wear. Whenever my sister had that dress I couldn’t help myself not looking at her and admiring her in my heart at the same time. I was lucky and she didn’t wear her favorite dress today. I picked it up and wore it. As I was pulling the dress up from my feet, a sense of joy and positive energy rushed through my veins. I can’t describe how enjoyable that sense was. I had the dress so I’ve decided to walk in front of the mirror to check myself out. My thighs felt great while they were touching the warmth and softness of her dress. I checked myself out in the mirror, I could have seen all those curves I’ve never seen in my boys cloths before. It was a glorious day, the day I found myself and released my inner woman. It took only ten minutes and I took the dress off ,cause all the time I was afraid that they may arrive. Thanks to my sister and her red dress which was my first sissy experience. Later on as I grew older my confidence and sense became stronger, I bought my own clothes, shoes and makeup. More interestingly, I’ve later on had the chance to talk with my sister about my feelings and surprisingly she was open minded enough to listen to my words carefully. She believed me and even helped me in some cases to transform into a genetic girl and hang out with my friends. She’s married now and she’s the only one in my life who knows my sissy secret. But right now, you know my secret too.
Thanks for reading,
I’ll be happy to have your comments and I also like to read your diaries and experiences.
Love:
Angelina

Hi Angelina,

Nice diary entry, think your experience is probably familiar to most of us - when i was i teen i can remember a feeling of PANIC! every time i put anything fem on a house full of people would suddenly come back and find me - still it added to the excitement!;)

Jaqs X

Hi Angelina
Thasnk you for what you have shared.
Mine was pretty similar, but I came across the clothes cfrom a wrong catalogue delivery. Again I was 14 & felt exactly the same as you described.
That was 35 years/asgo. Still doing it.
Can tell you more about that if you eouldv like.
Steph xxx

Love the post you hit the nail on the head for a lot of us her but to me sissy is not what you are you dressed as a girl to be femme and i must say you look fabulous as sissy is more of the fetish you know frills satin and a hell of a lot of underskirts lol
you dress like most here girly yes sissy no you wear what women wear and ya look fookin great xxx

Hi everybody,
I didn't think that you may like my post!
I really appreciate your lovely comments and I also like to hear your diaries and experiences if you'd like to share.
Thanks again and I'll try to write more diaries soon.
GOOD LUCK everybody
Hugs,
Angelina