I started with my sisters skirts, the freedom of movement thrilled me. I then moved on to tights and the full underwear and dresses. I did experiment with bondage at one point. I found it extremely exciting to dress then immobilise myself usually with tape or belts These experiments came to and end after I was nearly caught, I was dressed in my sisters school uniform and had taped my ankles and wrists when my mother came home. Fortunately everything was tidy and I hid under the bedclothes still trussed up. Fear coupled with excitment got the better of me... I let my hair grow into a pageboy style during my teens and progressed to walking the streets of my northern seaside town at night. I find it hard to believe how brave (foolhardy?) I was in those days. I would walk for a while, then catch a taxi home. No one ever seemed to notice or comment. When a young lad asked me the time, thinking I was a girl, while I waited at the taxi rank I just shook with excitment.