I came out to my mother last night. I'm am currently on holiday with her and her "boyfriend". She's 84 and he's 88!

He has had his driving license taken away, she will only drive very short distances. My brother won't take them as they can be frustrating to say the least. We spent most of yesterday trying to get second hand walking sticks as they had left their's at home.

Her boyfriend hates Indiana food. I and my mother love it. We went out fo a meal and she was discussing my dead father. She couldn't understand why he had affairs. She went into detail that she used to dress in sexy underwear, never turned him down for sex etc. The conversation continued in the car on the way back.

She said I was very easy to talk to and it was odd that she could discuss things like this with me. She said that my father wore her underwear often.

It was there on a plate for me. I paused and said .

"That might explain a few things."

I told her then that I go away on my own so I can dress completely. She asked lots of questions then said.

"Good for you. You're not hurting anyone."

She asked for details of when it started and when I did it. Told me to be careful as men beat up other men that do that. I think in her head she imagined her son with no wig or makeup striding up and down the street. I got lots of hugs. She asked me where I kept my clothes, and asked aren't you worried about getting caught. I explained I was doing nothing illegal. I showed her the box in my boot full of catalogs ( the first 2 inches are the other 14 inches are Leeanna wraped in plastic bags. Such is the life of a closet wannabe like me)

She advised me not to tell my boys or my brother. Although I honestly think my oldest would be fine. The younger generation encounter LGBT at lot more often now.

Later that night inthe apatment, her chap went to bed and I showed her some face pics. She couldn't believe they were me. She said you look so happy, and asked did I want to be a woman. I told her since 5 years old probably, but I'm not planning to do anything about it soon.

More hugs and she stold me I'm happy for you. She asked why I trusted her with my secret. I told her I knew you loved me unconditionally.

Some odd things though. The revaltion about my father. Could it be genetic? He screamed the house down when my younger brother wore eyeliner once,he was a punk rocker. He screamed at 5 year old me when he found me trying on mum's stuff.

One other thing my mother told me she always wore sexy underwear for my father, she said she still does wear it she hates plain cotton. I wonder if I got the love of fancy pants from her?

What this means going forward, well nothing except I feel a closer bond to her.I'm sure next time we are alone she'll ask me a lot more.

She always wanted a daughther she told me. Perhaps I was the one that got away.