Susan's First Adventure

I was 14 years old and had been dressing in earnest for about 18 months. Up until then I had occasionally ventured into my cousin's tutu and school uniform and had famously played all afternoon in her garden in her wonderfully garish party dress.

By Susan Russell

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I hung up my coat and scarf in the cloakroom and went upstairs and undressed, taking care to put everything away exactly as I had found it. I then had another bath to wash off all the make-up and whilst I was in the bath the rest of the household returned.

"Could you leave the bath in," came my mother's voice through the door.

"Yes," I said.

"Did walk the dog?"

"Oh yes." I said more dreamily. "She had a good walk."

As I thought of the blissful last few hours I sank back into the bath and I am afraid did what teenagers do in bathrooms. That night my parents were going out. I had to smile when I saw my mother dressed in exactly the same clothes as I had been wearing only a couple of hours before. I thought she looked lovely and showed great taste.

My first outdoor experience dressed as a woman remains to this day my finest.

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