A late, late start
Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 7:03 pm
It all started for me very late in life.
The first real nagging memories I have are from my teens. Like most teenaged boys, I looked at my dad's nudie magazines, but they didn't appeal to me like the Fredricks of Hollywood or Victoria's Secret mags. I always was jealous of how women looked in undies and sexy lingerie. I was drawn to the feel of those things against my skin whenever my girlfriends would wear them. I had thoughts about trying them on, but I didn't have the guts. My closed minded, rednecked upbringing was always in my mind telling me no. It didn't help that I was always told to act more like a man. My dad thought I was too much of a sissy boy. My self esteem was low enough as it was, dressing was not a option to me at that time. So even though I repressed thoughts of wearing those things, I always was very interested in them.
After a failed marriage and many years of depression, I joined the Army and came to Germany. Here I met a wonderful woman(who is now my wife) who started me on my path of discovery. She shared the same love of lingerie that I did. I told her I loved how it looked on her, and how it felt against my skin when we would snuggle together. I told her about my feelings and how I was always fascinated with womens things. She said if I was that into it, why not wear it myself! I was floored to say the least. I told her that it wasn't "right", and she said "quatsch!"(German for BS)
So, one night after a few drinks of liquid courage, she talked me into trying it out. I put on a pair of her stockings and a nylon body suit. It felt great! I loved the way it made me feel, both physically and mentaly. I told her I looked ridiculous, but she said on the contrary, you look fine. After that, I tried a pair of her underwear, and liked the feeling of those as well. She told to to relax and lighten up, and that I looked fine and to quit worrying about it. She said she does not understand why Americans are so uptight. She told me to be myself and to forget all the BS I was told growing up. She said that fem/masc labels were a bunch of bull, and to just be me, and be happy.
The next day, she took me shopping, and bought me my own nylons, underwear, and lingerie, etc. She lets me wear those things whenever I want. I don't wear dresses, but she doesn't either. We do share jeans, pants, shirts, etc.(thankfully we are the same size)
That was about a year ago. Last week, we went a step further. One morning, she put make up on me and did my hair for me.(I have long hair) We were both shocked! We are still talking about that one! I'll have to get back later on that one as it is a work in progress.
Well, thats how it started for me in a nutshell. I think my wife opened a very big can of worms.
Greetz,
Tracy
The first real nagging memories I have are from my teens. Like most teenaged boys, I looked at my dad's nudie magazines, but they didn't appeal to me like the Fredricks of Hollywood or Victoria's Secret mags. I always was jealous of how women looked in undies and sexy lingerie. I was drawn to the feel of those things against my skin whenever my girlfriends would wear them. I had thoughts about trying them on, but I didn't have the guts. My closed minded, rednecked upbringing was always in my mind telling me no. It didn't help that I was always told to act more like a man. My dad thought I was too much of a sissy boy. My self esteem was low enough as it was, dressing was not a option to me at that time. So even though I repressed thoughts of wearing those things, I always was very interested in them.
After a failed marriage and many years of depression, I joined the Army and came to Germany. Here I met a wonderful woman(who is now my wife) who started me on my path of discovery. She shared the same love of lingerie that I did. I told her I loved how it looked on her, and how it felt against my skin when we would snuggle together. I told her about my feelings and how I was always fascinated with womens things. She said if I was that into it, why not wear it myself! I was floored to say the least. I told her that it wasn't "right", and she said "quatsch!"(German for BS)
So, one night after a few drinks of liquid courage, she talked me into trying it out. I put on a pair of her stockings and a nylon body suit. It felt great! I loved the way it made me feel, both physically and mentaly. I told her I looked ridiculous, but she said on the contrary, you look fine. After that, I tried a pair of her underwear, and liked the feeling of those as well. She told to to relax and lighten up, and that I looked fine and to quit worrying about it. She said she does not understand why Americans are so uptight. She told me to be myself and to forget all the BS I was told growing up. She said that fem/masc labels were a bunch of bull, and to just be me, and be happy.
The next day, she took me shopping, and bought me my own nylons, underwear, and lingerie, etc. She lets me wear those things whenever I want. I don't wear dresses, but she doesn't either. We do share jeans, pants, shirts, etc.(thankfully we are the same size)
That was about a year ago. Last week, we went a step further. One morning, she put make up on me and did my hair for me.(I have long hair) We were both shocked! We are still talking about that one! I'll have to get back later on that one as it is a work in progress.
Well, thats how it started for me in a nutshell. I think my wife opened a very big can of worms.
Greetz,
Tracy
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