eva in a nutshell
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 4:49 pm
One of the things i found out when I first registered in a CD forum was that some cds seemed hesitant about using female-smelling stuff, like soaps or shampoos, etc. for fear they would smell too female.
I had never thought about this before -- All my life, I have used any shampoo, deodorant or soap on hand, and, quite possibly, my family was the same way. The smells to me are natural and nice.
Now, that doesn't mean I would normally use perfume or any stuff that had an excessively frilly female name-- but if the shampoo said that it smelled good or was lilic, apple, or what, it never mattered to me, and something with aloe in it was definitely good for the skin,.
At one time, I recall my hopefully soon-to-be EX, exclaiming "you're using that talc on yourself!," whether it was lilac or April Showers or what, but I do not remember anyone else ever remarking about it. The EX also was amazed one day when I told her I wore her panties to work because none of my underwear was clean. That was the truth as i saw it then.
While I have tested out female attire since I was very young, maybe 7 or earlier, I never thought of myself as a cross-dresser -- I later credited it all to an over-active imagination. I do recall a friend and I portraying women with blankets and towels when we played historial rpg as 5 year olds.
Memories. stretchingback over the years, churn up a fascination with my mother's clothes, jewelry, powder, stockings. My older sister and I shared a bedroom -- and the earliest cross-dressing experience that I can vividly recall was when she found me all dolled up in one of her dresses. Nobody said anything about it....
Due to several things I have since learned about parts of my younger life from my sister, I have deduced that my family knew more about what was going on with me than I thought they knew, and either because they were befuddled, or felt I would eventually change, they never said anything.
During my early teens, with my sister gone, I would raid my mother's dresser and come up with skirt, blouse, sweather, bra, etc outfits. Once in a while, with a kerchief around my head, I would sneak outdoors -- at night. Don't think I was ever spotted.
In pre-and early teen, I experimented with boys and girls as i believe we all do, and recall one encounter where I wanted to wear a dress.
Later, in my purely heterosexual adult world, there were a few times where I suggested gender bending to my partners, which were adopted, but not as enthusiastically or imaginateily as I would have liked it.
All of this time I never thought that I was crossing a line. I was just experimenting, being creative, using my imagination. ...Maybe it was because I was rarely alone.
A few years ago, Ex and I separated. Then I retired. Both of these events I'm sure led to my CD entry.
After retirement, I decided to grow my hair long -- why get a haircut, I said. I also was more active on the web.
About two years ago, I noticed a picture and article on the web about "Men in Skirts" having a protest march in New York City. This stoked my imagination, of course. I quickly looked up Men In Skirts on the web and was fascinated by the subject and the pictures, although there was something silly about the male attitude as they posed with their girlfriend.
....Many clothes that my wife had left were still in the closet, so it was easy to move from thinking about Men In Skirts, which I called M.I.S. in code, to becoming one -- especially at night, when I donned either a light skirt or the one gown I found for sleeping attire.
I talked quite openly about M.I.S., since this was not cross-dressing to me, but MIS...even to the point of arguing with my daughter about it, and finally saying "if I knocked on your door wearing a skirt, would you let me in?...She hesitated for a moment, then meekly nodded "yes."
Somehow I landed up on one of those dating sites and hit it off with this lady, from a way off state....We wrote to each other and telephoned Somewhere I started talking about MIS....She said she had worked with transgendered people. I was dubious about that at first, but we talked and talked.
We finally met and spent a few days together. The first night I was presented with a new nightgown. This was probably in response to my asking her to provide some female clothes for me since I was fearful of taking any with me on the plane...(can you imagine that!).
After a lot of talk and activiity, I took on a CD role in her house...and continued when I came back home.
Our relationship has cooled since then, although we occasionally correspond. She accuses me about going yo-yo about my cd status and I accuse her of the same thing....Jn this relationship, I currently am fixed in the female role, waiting for a call , sending cards.
After the trip, I discovered the computer world of CD....The first forum I joined turned sour for me within a month or two because of cliques and unnecessary authority..so I left. Took me another month or two to find this one. Hope I stay.
The computers seems to have really boosted the CD status. I wonder if I would have come out without it. At times, I feel I have joined an electronic cult,
Well, that's the story in a nutshelll......hahahahahahahahaha in a nutshell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
e
I had never thought about this before -- All my life, I have used any shampoo, deodorant or soap on hand, and, quite possibly, my family was the same way. The smells to me are natural and nice.
Now, that doesn't mean I would normally use perfume or any stuff that had an excessively frilly female name-- but if the shampoo said that it smelled good or was lilic, apple, or what, it never mattered to me, and something with aloe in it was definitely good for the skin,.
At one time, I recall my hopefully soon-to-be EX, exclaiming "you're using that talc on yourself!," whether it was lilac or April Showers or what, but I do not remember anyone else ever remarking about it. The EX also was amazed one day when I told her I wore her panties to work because none of my underwear was clean. That was the truth as i saw it then.
While I have tested out female attire since I was very young, maybe 7 or earlier, I never thought of myself as a cross-dresser -- I later credited it all to an over-active imagination. I do recall a friend and I portraying women with blankets and towels when we played historial rpg as 5 year olds.
Memories. stretchingback over the years, churn up a fascination with my mother's clothes, jewelry, powder, stockings. My older sister and I shared a bedroom -- and the earliest cross-dressing experience that I can vividly recall was when she found me all dolled up in one of her dresses. Nobody said anything about it....
Due to several things I have since learned about parts of my younger life from my sister, I have deduced that my family knew more about what was going on with me than I thought they knew, and either because they were befuddled, or felt I would eventually change, they never said anything.
During my early teens, with my sister gone, I would raid my mother's dresser and come up with skirt, blouse, sweather, bra, etc outfits. Once in a while, with a kerchief around my head, I would sneak outdoors -- at night. Don't think I was ever spotted.
In pre-and early teen, I experimented with boys and girls as i believe we all do, and recall one encounter where I wanted to wear a dress.
Later, in my purely heterosexual adult world, there were a few times where I suggested gender bending to my partners, which were adopted, but not as enthusiastically or imaginateily as I would have liked it.
All of this time I never thought that I was crossing a line. I was just experimenting, being creative, using my imagination. ...Maybe it was because I was rarely alone.
A few years ago, Ex and I separated. Then I retired. Both of these events I'm sure led to my CD entry.
After retirement, I decided to grow my hair long -- why get a haircut, I said. I also was more active on the web.
About two years ago, I noticed a picture and article on the web about "Men in Skirts" having a protest march in New York City. This stoked my imagination, of course. I quickly looked up Men In Skirts on the web and was fascinated by the subject and the pictures, although there was something silly about the male attitude as they posed with their girlfriend.
....Many clothes that my wife had left were still in the closet, so it was easy to move from thinking about Men In Skirts, which I called M.I.S. in code, to becoming one -- especially at night, when I donned either a light skirt or the one gown I found for sleeping attire.
I talked quite openly about M.I.S., since this was not cross-dressing to me, but MIS...even to the point of arguing with my daughter about it, and finally saying "if I knocked on your door wearing a skirt, would you let me in?...She hesitated for a moment, then meekly nodded "yes."
Somehow I landed up on one of those dating sites and hit it off with this lady, from a way off state....We wrote to each other and telephoned Somewhere I started talking about MIS....She said she had worked with transgendered people. I was dubious about that at first, but we talked and talked.
We finally met and spent a few days together. The first night I was presented with a new nightgown. This was probably in response to my asking her to provide some female clothes for me since I was fearful of taking any with me on the plane...(can you imagine that!).
After a lot of talk and activiity, I took on a CD role in her house...and continued when I came back home.
Our relationship has cooled since then, although we occasionally correspond. She accuses me about going yo-yo about my cd status and I accuse her of the same thing....Jn this relationship, I currently am fixed in the female role, waiting for a call , sending cards.
After the trip, I discovered the computer world of CD....The first forum I joined turned sour for me within a month or two because of cliques and unnecessary authority..so I left. Took me another month or two to find this one. Hope I stay.
The computers seems to have really boosted the CD status. I wonder if I would have come out without it. At times, I feel I have joined an electronic cult,
Well, that's the story in a nutshelll......hahahahahahahahaha in a nutshell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
e
