On one hand I love wearing women's clothes. Have since I was a teen. I love the tightness, the way my skirt swishes on my girdle and nylons. I love feeling lipstick on my lips. I love looking down and seeing my breasts. I just feel more comfortable.
On the other hand there is the realization that I am a big man in women's clothing and I don't know how to come to terms (not the words I was looking for, rationalize, maybe) with the two.
I read a lot of members saying "just accept who you are, don't base your self worth on what others think, don't box yourself in with others stereotypes" etc.
But the reality is that if I or others like me were to go out in public looking like a man wearing women's clothing we could get seriously hurt, emotionally and physically, especially if you are in a smaller community with strict ideas on what is and is not accepted. So we hide in our homes dressing when no one is around.
And for many people acceptance by your family (parents, spouse, siblings, children) and friends is important for their emotional well-being.
Jeopardizing that for the "need", "urge", "comfort", of dressing may be out of the question or impossible.
I look at beautiful women and wonder what it would be like to be them. To be able to wear 6 inch knee high boots, or bikinis, or short dresses, sexy clothes, to be able to look in the mirror and see a beautiful woman and not this freaky looking man.
Sometimes my wife catches me looking at other women. Sometimes the women catch me looking and give me that "pervert" look. Neither realizes I am looking at their shoes, pantyhose, skirt or sweater.
It takes a lot of physical and emotional energy to live like this. I fantasize that if I had never started this or could turn it off my life would be so much better.
I am dressed as I write this and my son just came home from college. If he were to come in here and catch me I don't know what I would do. From the back he cannot tell.
I am afraid he will find out but on the other side I don't want to change my clothes.
So here I sit spilling my guts out to people I don't know instead of working like I should be.
Like I said, a dichotomy.
