05-15-2021, 06:45 PM
Hello Myster Ree. I am sorry I wasn't on line and didn't see your post till tonight. I hope you had a good time whilst your wife was away.
My story has a lot similarities to yours. I too started with my Mom's things about 12, dressed from time time in my teens, then the home situation changed and it was virtually impossible to get the kind of privacy I needed to dress up. The strange thing was I didn't really miss it as by then I was in my later teens, cars and girls were a big part of my life.
The early dressing was often quite sexual, not always though, and I also a few subby experiences from older kids, though I consider myself a swtich, but am more and more sub as time goes on.
At the time I thought I must be the only one who felt like this, and like you, usually felt guilty after the release, and I remember saying I'd never do it again. We all know that never happens!
Also around that time I read an article in the paper, one of the "Dear Abby" columns, where a wife was writing in as she had discovered her husband liked to dress up in women's clothes. That was the first time I'd heard of the TV expression, and in part I still remember her reply, she said, they may be hetro, but normal they aren't. All this seriously horrified me as I thought I had to be some kind of terrible pervert. This was during the 60's, so understanding and acceptance was rather nill for any kind of alt, or non binary lifestyle as we call it now.
I started dressing again a few years after getting married, as of course my wife the usual array of lingerie which became irresistable! This went for years till a few years ago and I felt the pull so strong to be very feminine. Nice clothes, makeup, the whole nine yards.
Years earlier again like yourself I had a full beard most of my life, and wondered what it be like to shave and do makeup!
I finally did it just a couple of years ago, and I'm never going back. Only one person is left alive now who knew me before I had the beard, but I didn't tell him the real reason for shaving!
I hope this hasn't been tmi for you. PM me if you want to chat sometime.
Amy
My story has a lot similarities to yours. I too started with my Mom's things about 12, dressed from time time in my teens, then the home situation changed and it was virtually impossible to get the kind of privacy I needed to dress up. The strange thing was I didn't really miss it as by then I was in my later teens, cars and girls were a big part of my life.
The early dressing was often quite sexual, not always though, and I also a few subby experiences from older kids, though I consider myself a swtich, but am more and more sub as time goes on.
At the time I thought I must be the only one who felt like this, and like you, usually felt guilty after the release, and I remember saying I'd never do it again. We all know that never happens!
Also around that time I read an article in the paper, one of the "Dear Abby" columns, where a wife was writing in as she had discovered her husband liked to dress up in women's clothes. That was the first time I'd heard of the TV expression, and in part I still remember her reply, she said, they may be hetro, but normal they aren't. All this seriously horrified me as I thought I had to be some kind of terrible pervert. This was during the 60's, so understanding and acceptance was rather nill for any kind of alt, or non binary lifestyle as we call it now.
I started dressing again a few years after getting married, as of course my wife the usual array of lingerie which became irresistable! This went for years till a few years ago and I felt the pull so strong to be very feminine. Nice clothes, makeup, the whole nine yards.
Years earlier again like yourself I had a full beard most of my life, and wondered what it be like to shave and do makeup!
I finally did it just a couple of years ago, and I'm never going back. Only one person is left alive now who knew me before I had the beard, but I didn't tell him the real reason for shaving!
I hope this hasn't been tmi for you. PM me if you want to chat sometime.
Amy