HOW JUNE FLOWERS
GOT HER NAME

A number of years ago I was seeing a lady who worked days whilst I was working nights.
When we had weekends off together I would go to her house on a Friday am and stay over till the Sunday.
On the Friday morning I would go to bed and get up about lunch time to go do the weekend shopping.
I used to borrow a nigth dress of hers to sleep in. I thought i was safe till one Friday morning she came home early from work as she was unwell.
OOOooops....... I expected a huge explosion and bye bye "you"
. I was stunned when she said "Ah I knew I wasn't as untidy as I thought. If your going to borrow my underwear leave the draw tidy". What could I say ??
So I said nothing.

As was our custom we would go walking on a Saturday after brekfast taking a packed lunch and come home in the evening and I would cook dinner.
At lunchtime we were sat on a grassy bank having lunch and we discussed my cross dressing.
The date was June 2nd. It was a gloriuos day, sunshine, nice countryside, hedgerow full of wild flowers.
"Well," she said eventually "We better find you a name". What Could be Better: 'June Flowers'.

As an aside. The Logo on my site I have taken from another event on the same day.... Later in the afternoon we had stopped for a breather and were sat on the edge of a wood. From the wood streamed a string of rabbits closely follow by a stoat ( a hunting rodent)
Amongst the stream of rabbits was one albino.
"Ah!!" she said "Look an odd one out. A little like you " and rolled over with laughter.

The only piece of advice I can give to anyone with the same interest is never feel ashamed of what you are. If you choose to not remain a secret dresser that choice is yours and yours alone to make. Once "out" (for want of a better term) friends, family and the general public will look upon you in a different light.
You will always be the person you are and no one can change that

MY STORY

I have had an interest in dressing in women's clothes for over forty five years now. My earliest recollection goes back as far as infants school. I must have been about six years old. I remember it was a very bad winters day we were late and my mother grabbed the nearest raincoat available. It belonged to my older sister and was made of red tartan PVC. I made a fuss about wearing it because it was a girls and far too big Mother made me put it on and I wore it to school. As I said it was rather large for me, It had a hood that hid my face and the embarrassment of being dressed in a girls Mac. Despite my complaints it was quite pleasant to wear.
It was smooth to touch and rustled when I swung my arms and it clung around my legs. I enjoyed wearing the Mac when it wasn't raining...just on its own
The next experience I recall was a few years later. I have a cousin who was then in her late teens and used to baby sit when my parents and aunt and uncle went out for an evening. I remember I was playing with toy cars on the floor behind the sofa while the three girls played rock-and-roll records and danced. My cousin had on a full skirt with lots of petticoats. I enjoyed lying on the floor and looking up her skirt at the stockings and suspenders and hearing the swishing of her skirts as she danced.