At four I wore a red dress because my mum had nothing else that day for me to wear.
Around ten or twelve I was trying on my sisters skirts.
At fifteen I had my own skirt I found among some rags.
As I grew taller I wore my mums clothes. {Shhh our little secret}
When I got my own place I bought my first skirt.
I found wearing a skirt felt better it was right more comfortable.
I even took one on holiday with me.
Then the internet. I was not alone gosh lots of guys are like me. I'm normal. And my feminine side was given a name Elinor was born.
I dared to go out a few times at night
and I loved it, it felt wonderful. Every crossdresser has to expereince it once or twice in life.Seattle and males were wearing skirts
A Parade was taking place and I noticed something strange. Those women were not female, I was sure about it. It was males wearing dresses and skirts, heels, wigs. And they were going to walk down the Broadway.
A guy with a beard [unshaven for a day or two] was standing in the crowd watching those JaneGirls in the parade.
He was wearing a red dress.I too wished to take part
I desired to walk down the road wearing a dress or skirt. 
Gosh my femininity was never this strong, Elinor wished to buy a skirt.
So after walking past a shop twice a day which had a darling skirt my feminine side needed wanted desired it. Everyday it got stronger, I felt fear but I did it at last I walked into the shop. Nervous! Belive it. I went to the window by the skirts
and tried them against my waist. Too small. But I found one that would fit. I took the skirt MY SKIRT to the salesgirl who looked suprised. I bought the skirt. Talked about how hard it was to find the right size to fit while we waited for the sale to go through. Yes she knew it was for me, for some reason I did not care I was proud.And I walked out with my skirt in a bag.
Within minutes I had it on and wore it in daylight on the balcony.
I could be seen in fact two young women walked by "Look there is a guy in a skirt" So what?Elinor needed to come out.
I have wigs skirts petticoats high heels and last week I bought a skirt in a shop for the second time in my life.
One small step for man one giant leap for my femininity.
I now dress guilt free.
Elinor must live too.
And here I am still growing as Elinor.
She is never going to leave me and I don't wish her to.
I love my other feminine side.
