This is where it begins for most of us: in our mother’s closet. Often there is a trigger, such as being dressed (perhaps for Halloween) by one’s mother or sister, but after that comes the clandestine raiding of the closet, usually (one hopes) when mother is out of the house. This reaches its apex when you get old enough that she can safely leave you behind for overnight trips. For previous generations, once you got the call that the parental units had arrived at their destination, it was full steam ahead for no-holds-barred cross-dressing. But now, for the generation that grew up with the Internet, laptop computers, mobile phones and very affordable surveillance cameras, it’s a whole different story. I think you get the picture (as does your mother), so read on and enjoy the consequences!