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Sarees are not only for girls. October 02, Naveen was starring at his while walk back home.

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They would have forgotten it, and just told me never to do it again. My grandfather told me stories of monsters in the basement, and I'm ashamed to say that I believed him to that point. I still hadn't changed out of Katie's dress and my clothes were strewn over the floor.

I was definitely mistaken. I opened it up and was stunned to see everything hanging up so neatly. It looked nicer, and when I hugged Katie, her clothes felt nicer against my skin, a lot nicer. They would never have understood it back then, but it was likely that they had taken it down to a phase in growing up. I don't know why my parents named me Rain, it wasn't to do with the weather, I was born on Saturday, October 20th,and according to my parents and sister it was a sweltering hot day so how Rain came into the conversation is a mystery.

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I felt the satin against my skin, and I liked it. Knowing that Katie would tell our parents that I had been hiding in her room was really the only contributing factor of actually giving myself up. Katie hugged me. Someone stepped inside, and I was unaware who it was until I Katie shout up to me.

When I was finished, Katie told me to follow her down to the basement.

Now on Katie, it would have gone down to her ankles, but when I tried it on, it went down to the floor and even bunched up leaving a small tail of fabric. I truly did like wearing Katie's dress, and I told her that I wanted to try more clothes on.

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My green eyes staring at the figure in the oversized dress. Anyway, back to the story. When my parents and Katie had gone out, leaving me alone, I went into her room and opened up Katie's wardrobe. Katie's first ballet outfit. My first football kit. Katie told me she was happy having a little brother, and when she saw me wear her dress, she actually liked it.

I remember that exact feeling when I was hiding from my sister. Both mine and Katie's school uniforms from the school. Katie didn't raise her tone, she didn't have to. It was proved right when I was first caught by her.

I was dumbfounded, awestruck, amazed that I wasn't deaf from the screaming and shouting that I had originally expected. Sure she was a bit annoyed that I tried her dress on without asking, but she didn't let it overshadow the clear fact we had just come closer together. It didn't even need to unbutton the back of the dress. There were times when I was left on my own in the house; my parents were either at work or out for the afternoon, and my sister was visiting her friends.

Our parents had the odd habit of sorting things out into boxes with the ages written on, and it actually helped Katie with what she was doing. Pink, filled with girly things ranging from dolls to make up to posters of boy bands and actors. I was instantly drawn to the dresses.

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My full name is Rain Alexander Edmonds. I still looked like a little boy trying on adult clothes though, I had short brown hair back then, my parents choosing my hair cuts and how I looked for my time at school. At the time my sister was sixteen and going through her GCSE's. Now at the time when I was eleven years old, I had in fact been scared of the basement. If you don't come out until the count of five then I will be forced to tell mum and dad," she stated with a calm and methodical voice.

For a moment Katie was quiet, she just stared at me.

I explained to her my reasons, why I was wearing her dress and hiding from her. At the time, when life seemed simple, I only saw it to be innocent curiosity that drove me to try on my sister's clothes. When I entered my sister's room, I had an idea of what it would be like. Yes, I am called Rain.

I'm home," she called out to me. It would have solved some problems though, first off I would have been dead, and I wouldn't have to face my sister's wrath when she found I had tried on her clothes. The old 'curiosity killed the cat' saying. I immediately jumped into the wardrobe and closed the door behind me. She started counting down, and I knew it was now or face the wrath of my parents. I had crossdressing come clean and so, I pushed open the door to the wardrobe and shuffled out into the plain sight of my sister. It turned out that New parents had kept boxes of old clothes going back in the years.

The fact that I liked the look and feel of girl's clothing, and was curious to try something on. I was going to be found and instantly my mind told me to hide. I guess you are wondering about my name. My heart was pounding, it felt like it was going to burst from my chest in a similar style to the Alien Quadrilogy. I was expecting her to start shouting and screaming at me, ordering me out of the dress and to get changed.

She had an ankle-length purple dress with straps. I remember watching my older sister Katie walk around in skirts, dresses, blouses, all clothing that was infinitely better than anything I wore. Coincidently, it was also the same day I started trying on girl's clothing.

It didn't matter to me at the time; I simply stripped to my underwear and slipped the story on over me.

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My sister was a bit of a neat freak, everything was out of place, and it was rumoured that she could see from a first glance whether or not something was out of place. That and if I had continued to hide in her wardrobe, any chance of denying it would be useless considering I had left my clothes out. She probably would have tried to resurrect my body and then kill me all over again for it. I didn't even know how my sister would have reacted, but it didn't matter.

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Many would have found it weird, an eleven-year-old boy wanting to try on girls clothing. Her room was painted a cream colour, very few posters decorated the walls, shelves were filled with books and not dolls, and she had a large wardrobe up against the wall. I was going to take the dress and hang it back up to try on another item of my sister's clothing when I heard the door open.

When I found that my sister returned; the first thing that went through my mind was a close resemblance of the words "oh crap" ran through my mind. I was definitely wrong.

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Every outfit of value and importance was sitting in the cases. I didn't really care at the time, I didn't know what kind of effects it would have on my future. I didn't have any idea about the culture that followed it, I didn't know that men and women dressed in clothing of the opposite gender as a lifestyle choice, I would find that out much later in my life.

I overheard her muttering that she had shut the door to the bedroom before she left, and I foolishly left it open. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me, a smile was on her face. What she did next definitely surprised me. She in fact explained to me that she had really wanted a little sister instead of a brother.

That was my first port of call.

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She knew I would be in her room, and the fact that my clothes were left out for all to see didn't help that. This was the moment I found my sister really did have second sight. She took the dress off me and hung it up, instructing me to get changed into my clothes.

I didn't understand it at the time, but if I did fully take into the words back then I might have been offended, but I knew she still loved me. I had freedom of the house, and since my fascination started, I had only wanted to do one thing: try on my sister's clothing.

I looked at myself in the mirror that was placed on the inside of the door. It started when I was eleven years old, my fascination for girl's clothing and crossdressing that is. Katie asked me if I liked it, and I said yes. I always believed that Katie had some sort of second sight for these things.