How I became Erica
Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2004 2:25 pm
In an effort to further introduce myself, I thought a post in this section would help. My name is Erica Shade, and I have been crossdressing in some form or another since I was 4 years old.
I don't really know why, but I remember finding a pair of my mother's panties and wanting to wear them to my daycare. I tried them on, but was too chicken to wear them out of the house, as I thought I might get caught. So I carried them in my pant's pocket the entire day. I remember thinking about them all day wishing I had the courage to wear them. I never did.
Nothing did happen, and I don't think I thought a lot about wearing female clothing until I was about 8 or 9. I used to visit my father and his wife in the summer during this part of my life. Often times I would be left home alone for a few hours. I soon discovered my step mother's undergarments. Of particular interest at that time was a training bra. I don't know who it was for, as I was the only child in the home, and my step mother was far to big for this bra. It fit me nicely, and I used to wear it whenever I was alone. I then found her panties, and began wearing those also. I would spend a lot of time on my bike, cycling through the city on these lonely afternoons. I began to wear the panties and I cycled around. The feel of the silky/satiny material always made me feel electric. I loved my little secret, and hoped that no one would find out.
A few years past, and as a teenager, I began to wonder why I had these tendancies. Was I gay? I didn't know. I began to read a lot of gay magazines, and actually became rather comfortable with the concept of homosexuality. At times I dreamed of having an encounter with a guy, but I never tried (this is so even until this day).
During university, I couldn't really CD, as roommates where always around.
Seven years ago I got married to the best woman in the world. She never has understood CDing, and even finds it extremely gross, but is wonderful with everything else. I started CDing again whenever she was at work or away on business, and started to really get into it. I had a pretty large closet of clothing, shoes, lingerie, wigs, makeup, purses, you name it, I had it (hidden of course). I started to want to CD so much that it became a compulsion. I almost wanted her to catch me so that I wouldn't have to lie anymore. Well, she did. About 1 year ago.
She loves me and we are still together (thank God), but as mentioned she never understood the CD thing. I promised her that I would get rid of everything, and I did. I felt really guilty. Not because I was a CD, but because I kept all of this away from someone I love so much. I didn't feel like I deserved my most precious belongings.
I have not dressed since then, but am always online, keeping a breast of what's happening. Even though I currently do not dress, I am a CDer, and I'm proud of who I am. I know it's just a matter of time before I start again, but for now I am happy where I am in life. I am afraid, though, that when I do start, I will go completely overboard.
So that's my story in a long winded nutshell. That is who I am. Erica Shade.
Stay Sweet
I don't really know why, but I remember finding a pair of my mother's panties and wanting to wear them to my daycare. I tried them on, but was too chicken to wear them out of the house, as I thought I might get caught. So I carried them in my pant's pocket the entire day. I remember thinking about them all day wishing I had the courage to wear them. I never did.
Nothing did happen, and I don't think I thought a lot about wearing female clothing until I was about 8 or 9. I used to visit my father and his wife in the summer during this part of my life. Often times I would be left home alone for a few hours. I soon discovered my step mother's undergarments. Of particular interest at that time was a training bra. I don't know who it was for, as I was the only child in the home, and my step mother was far to big for this bra. It fit me nicely, and I used to wear it whenever I was alone. I then found her panties, and began wearing those also. I would spend a lot of time on my bike, cycling through the city on these lonely afternoons. I began to wear the panties and I cycled around. The feel of the silky/satiny material always made me feel electric. I loved my little secret, and hoped that no one would find out.
A few years past, and as a teenager, I began to wonder why I had these tendancies. Was I gay? I didn't know. I began to read a lot of gay magazines, and actually became rather comfortable with the concept of homosexuality. At times I dreamed of having an encounter with a guy, but I never tried (this is so even until this day).
During university, I couldn't really CD, as roommates where always around.
Seven years ago I got married to the best woman in the world. She never has understood CDing, and even finds it extremely gross, but is wonderful with everything else. I started CDing again whenever she was at work or away on business, and started to really get into it. I had a pretty large closet of clothing, shoes, lingerie, wigs, makeup, purses, you name it, I had it (hidden of course). I started to want to CD so much that it became a compulsion. I almost wanted her to catch me so that I wouldn't have to lie anymore. Well, she did. About 1 year ago.
She loves me and we are still together (thank God), but as mentioned she never understood the CD thing. I promised her that I would get rid of everything, and I did. I felt really guilty. Not because I was a CD, but because I kept all of this away from someone I love so much. I didn't feel like I deserved my most precious belongings.
I have not dressed since then, but am always online, keeping a breast of what's happening. Even though I currently do not dress, I am a CDer, and I'm proud of who I am. I know it's just a matter of time before I start again, but for now I am happy where I am in life. I am afraid, though, that when I do start, I will go completely overboard.
So that's my story in a long winded nutshell. That is who I am. Erica Shade.
Stay Sweet