I started my cd lifestyle like many others at the early age of about 5 when I discovered panties in the hamper. Mom caught on very quickly and no longer put them where I could get to them. I remember doing the low crawl into my parents room while they were sleeping just to get underwear from the dresser. Then, the neighbors clothes line (yes, I go back that far) and even buying underwear sets as "gifts" and hiding them in my room. The urge never left, even when I was dating one of the most popular girls in high school. My actual desire was to be a cheerleader so I managed to relive someone of her skirt from a locker.
I hid that at home also and loved to wear it when no one was around. Mom has avery small build so her clothes got too small very quickly and the damage I called told her I was still dressing. That still didn't stop the desire and then I left for college. Yes, it happened even there when I lifted a slip and some stiff from the girl I was taking out. My first marriage didn't end because of the dressing but it sure didn't help things much. I snuck clothes and continued to dress when ever I was alone. Once my son left home and went to Germany to live with his aunt for a few months, my dressing became more frequent. Then, the divorce. My dressing stopped.
A few months later, I remarried and told my wife about the dressing. After a great deal of anxious times, she decided it was part of the person she loved and it would be.
For fifteen years until her death, she supported me and even taught me much about how things should be done. Her only request was that I do not leave the security of the house while dressed. There was no problem with this because I was too afraid to anyway.Now that I live alone and could dress full time, I find it to be more sporadic than before. Living in a very rural southern area, I am hesitant to go out much and have not been able to find any support group anywhere near me. I do occasionally go a little over a hundred miles to a party and drive over and back enfemme. The first time, I had indigestion all evening but after that, it wasn't such a big deal.
That's birth to present and, in my mind, it reads very much like every other person who started at age 5 or so. The facts may change slightly but we all seem to be in the same boat. Of course, some are row boats and others are cabin cruisers. :-s
I have gone through all the phases including confusion, fear that something was wrong with me, fear that I would be caught, analysts, and finally being totally content with who I am and how my life is going. I do feel concerned when thinking about the idea of another SO in my life. After all, who am I to think I could find two supportive women in one lifetime?
We'll see. I'll be sure to let you know if that happens.Thanks for listening.
As for a new SO, if it is to come, it will. If not, I had the honor of a very wonderful one for a few years of my life so I am richer than many. As for the holding pattern, my arms are getting tired too and I really don't like the muscles I am getting in my arms, so unfeminine! 
