My first time...
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 1:41 pm
I bet I was around eleven. My brother was older than me and had Playboy and Penthouse magazines hidden under his bed. I used to look at the pictures. Then started reading the columns. Especially Penthouse's Xavier Hollander. The stories that caught my eye were ones where girlfriends or mistresses dressed their partners up in woman's clothes. Intrigued me.
But what started me was a story in Playboy called Voyages of a Mile High Fille De Joie. Remember parts of the story. But there was this illlustration of this beautiful reclining woman dressed in a corset, stockings, flowing, frilly nightgown.
Actually found the image here http://www.giantess.net/files/filledejoie.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false; (copy and paste the link in your browser)
I just wanted to know what it was like to be her. The stockings looked so sensual. I don't think I acted on it until I saw another pictorial in which one of the women said "I am a woman and enjoy being one." That always stuck with me.
After that I looked in my mothers drawers and found a basque with garters. No stockings, so I cut the legs off a pair of pantyhose. I loved the feeling. She had high heel boots but they did not fit me. Being a horny pre teen I learned about pleasuring myself. After that I always dressed in something when I masturbated.
After that I would wear what I could under my clothes. Doing my paper route. I dreamed of coming across an older woman who would dress me and make me her girlfriend.
I had no self confidence at this time in my life. Before or since. I was always picked on, called names by my brothers and neighbors - fag, wussy, wimp. Wasn't good at fighting so I think I retreated into crossdressing. Which probably didn't help my confidence since I was always afraid of people would find out and beat me up or humiliate me.
When I could drive I would go to stores 2-3 towns over and buy or steal (yes I stole a few things) stockings and garter belts. I wasn't into bras. Woolworths had great cotton garter belts.
When I was younger I used to dream of being a Playboy bunny. I didn't find out about transgenders until I was in college. But I dressed on an off until then. I didn't dress at all senior year in college.
I have been fighting crossdressing for the last 30 years. Sometimes I can go for months. Sometimes can't go for a day. A lot of the feelings I see others have. Guilty, feeling weird. Worried someone will find out. I'm married with kids. My wife made it clear she is not on board with this so I hide it from her. Have for years. My family would never understand.
Now being out of work I find myself dressing during the day when no one is home. I don't know if I want to be a woman, a lesbian, a crossdresser, or what. I know almost everytime I dress I end up masturbating. That is how I take the clothes off. Been that way for years. So is this a fetish? I went to a psych who told me I probably dress to relieve stress. Other than that she didn't help much.
I wish I had never started this. I just want this to stop controlling me.
I am dressed as I write this. Corset, pantyhose, heels skirt, blouse. It feels so nice! I really love undergarments from the 40's and 50's. Girdles, corsets, corselletes are my favorite. Love curvy woman. I love looking down and seeing my breasts. Wearing high heels. Tight pantyhose. Stockings. I love the feeling of being constrained in real tight shapewear.
But I could never pass. When we were expecting our first a coworker said to me "Hope it's a boy. You're a good looking guy but you'd make a lousy woman". And I am over six feet.
When I dress I don't like looking at myself. I don't want to see a man in a dress. And neither would the general public.
I didn't mean to go into all this.
But what started me was a story in Playboy called Voyages of a Mile High Fille De Joie. Remember parts of the story. But there was this illlustration of this beautiful reclining woman dressed in a corset, stockings, flowing, frilly nightgown.
Actually found the image here http://www.giantess.net/files/filledejoie.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false; (copy and paste the link in your browser)
I just wanted to know what it was like to be her. The stockings looked so sensual. I don't think I acted on it until I saw another pictorial in which one of the women said "I am a woman and enjoy being one." That always stuck with me.
After that I looked in my mothers drawers and found a basque with garters. No stockings, so I cut the legs off a pair of pantyhose. I loved the feeling. She had high heel boots but they did not fit me. Being a horny pre teen I learned about pleasuring myself. After that I always dressed in something when I masturbated.
After that I would wear what I could under my clothes. Doing my paper route. I dreamed of coming across an older woman who would dress me and make me her girlfriend.
I had no self confidence at this time in my life. Before or since. I was always picked on, called names by my brothers and neighbors - fag, wussy, wimp. Wasn't good at fighting so I think I retreated into crossdressing. Which probably didn't help my confidence since I was always afraid of people would find out and beat me up or humiliate me.
When I could drive I would go to stores 2-3 towns over and buy or steal (yes I stole a few things) stockings and garter belts. I wasn't into bras. Woolworths had great cotton garter belts.
When I was younger I used to dream of being a Playboy bunny. I didn't find out about transgenders until I was in college. But I dressed on an off until then. I didn't dress at all senior year in college.
I have been fighting crossdressing for the last 30 years. Sometimes I can go for months. Sometimes can't go for a day. A lot of the feelings I see others have. Guilty, feeling weird. Worried someone will find out. I'm married with kids. My wife made it clear she is not on board with this so I hide it from her. Have for years. My family would never understand.
Now being out of work I find myself dressing during the day when no one is home. I don't know if I want to be a woman, a lesbian, a crossdresser, or what. I know almost everytime I dress I end up masturbating. That is how I take the clothes off. Been that way for years. So is this a fetish? I went to a psych who told me I probably dress to relieve stress. Other than that she didn't help much.
I wish I had never started this. I just want this to stop controlling me.
I am dressed as I write this. Corset, pantyhose, heels skirt, blouse. It feels so nice! I really love undergarments from the 40's and 50's. Girdles, corsets, corselletes are my favorite. Love curvy woman. I love looking down and seeing my breasts. Wearing high heels. Tight pantyhose. Stockings. I love the feeling of being constrained in real tight shapewear.
But I could never pass. When we were expecting our first a coworker said to me "Hope it's a boy. You're a good looking guy but you'd make a lousy woman". And I am over six feet.
When I dress I don't like looking at myself. I don't want to see a man in a dress. And neither would the general public.
I didn't mean to go into all this.