A Jouney
Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 2:19 am
Well girls my story not too exciting but here goes
The earliest recollection of my life is wearing my sisters cast off dresses at three years of age. My mother caught me of course but just laughed as I'm sure she thought I was just playing a game. Even then I knew it to be much more than a game. I loved the feeling of the pretty dresses and the way the skirts felt about my legs. I also wanted to be a real girl and recall wishing to become one.
I continued to dress in my sisters and mothers cast offs and occasionally used their underwear drawers. This continued all my home life.
I was in a schoolfriends backyard one night with him when we were 15. I had fairly long hair and was a lot smaller than him. The next day his older sister asked him in front of me and his family who the girl was in the backyard last night? When I told her it was me they roared laughing and although embarrassed I secretly enjoyed the feeling that I was mistaken as a girl. I have never forgotton this and enjoy the memory even today.
The only time my feelings abated was early in my relationship with my wife. They sure came back though. Once we swapped roles and she dressed me in her clothes and makeup, Do I need to explain how that made me feel? I eventually told her the extent of my desires a few years later after we watched Second Serve, the Renee Richards story. Her concern was that I would want to go all the way as Renee did.
I find that I cannot observe a prettily dressed woman without huge gushes of envy washing over me. This envy is becoming stronger with each passing year.
I have recently made the decision to learn to be as passable as possible and to join a group. I'm hoping that such a release will settle me down and curb these growing desires.
I also long for tg companionship as a friend who understands and feels similiarly to me would be a great help.
Well girls thanks for listening, bye for now. Love Jan
The earliest recollection of my life is wearing my sisters cast off dresses at three years of age. My mother caught me of course but just laughed as I'm sure she thought I was just playing a game. Even then I knew it to be much more than a game. I loved the feeling of the pretty dresses and the way the skirts felt about my legs. I also wanted to be a real girl and recall wishing to become one.
I continued to dress in my sisters and mothers cast offs and occasionally used their underwear drawers. This continued all my home life.
I was in a schoolfriends backyard one night with him when we were 15. I had fairly long hair and was a lot smaller than him. The next day his older sister asked him in front of me and his family who the girl was in the backyard last night? When I told her it was me they roared laughing and although embarrassed I secretly enjoyed the feeling that I was mistaken as a girl. I have never forgotton this and enjoy the memory even today.
The only time my feelings abated was early in my relationship with my wife. They sure came back though. Once we swapped roles and she dressed me in her clothes and makeup, Do I need to explain how that made me feel? I eventually told her the extent of my desires a few years later after we watched Second Serve, the Renee Richards story. Her concern was that I would want to go all the way as Renee did.
I find that I cannot observe a prettily dressed woman without huge gushes of envy washing over me. This envy is becoming stronger with each passing year.
I have recently made the decision to learn to be as passable as possible and to join a group. I'm hoping that such a release will settle me down and curb these growing desires.
I also long for tg companionship as a friend who understands and feels similiarly to me would be a great help.
Well girls thanks for listening, bye for now. Love Jan
