But what started me was a story in Playboy called Voyages of a Mile High Fille De Joie. Remember parts of the story. But there was this illlustration of this beautiful reclining woman dressed in a corset, stockings, flowing, frilly nightgown.
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I just wanted to know what it was like to be her. The stockings looked so sensual. I don't think I acted on it until I saw another pictorial in which one of the women said "I am a woman and enjoy being one." That always stuck with me.
After that I looked in my mothers drawers and found a basque with garters. No stockings, so I cut the legs off a pair of pantyhose. I loved the feeling. She had high heel boots but they did not fit me. Being a horny pre teen I learned about pleasuring myself. After that I always dressed in something when I masturbated.
After that I would wear what I could under my clothes. Doing my paper route. I dreamed of coming across an older woman who would dress me and make me her girlfriend.
I had no self confidence at this time in my life. Before or since. I was always picked on, called names by my brothers and neighbors - fag, wussy, wimp. Wasn't good at fighting so I think I retreated into crossdressing. Which probably didn't help my confidence since I was always afraid of people would find out and beat me up or humiliate me.
When I could drive I would go to stores 2-3 towns over and buy or steal (yes I stole a few things) stockings and garter belts. I wasn't into bras. Woolworths had great cotton garter belts.
When I was younger I used to dream of being a Playboy bunny. I didn't find out about transgenders until I was in college. But I dressed on an off until then. I didn't dress at all senior year in college.
I have been fighting crossdressing for the last 30 years. Sometimes I can go for months. Sometimes can't go for a day. A lot of the feelings I see others have. Guilty, feeling weird. Worried someone will find out. I'm married with kids. My wife made it clear she is not on board with this so I hide it from her. Have for years. My family would never understand.
Now being out of work I find myself dressing during the day when no one is home. I don't know if I want to be a woman, a lesbian, a crossdresser, or what. I know almost everytime I dress I end up masturbating. That is how I take the clothes off. Been that way for years. So is this a fetish? I went to a psych who told me I probably dress to relieve stress. Other than that she didn't help much.
I wish I had never started this. I just want this to stop controlling me.
I am dressed as I write this. Corset, pantyhose, heels skirt, blouse. It feels so nice! I really love undergarments from the 40's and 50's. Girdles, corsets, corselletes are my favorite. Love curvy woman. I love looking down and seeing my breasts. Wearing high heels. Tight pantyhose. Stockings. I love the feeling of being constrained in real tight shapewear.
But I could never pass. When we were expecting our first a coworker said to me "Hope it's a boy. You're a good looking guy but you'd make a lousy woman". And I am over six feet.
When I dress I don't like looking at myself. I don't want to see a man in a dress. And neither would the general public.
I didn't mean to go into all this.