Crossdressing journey

I say buy it, wear it, enjoy it! I am older (70) and I know I would never pass for a woman. But that’s not what wearing lingerie is for me. I love the feeling of satin or nylon against my skin. It makes me feel feminine and submissive…I have never been with another man (married too long) . But my wife begrudgingly accepted my fetish and I am okay with that.
Like PinkOanties4me, At 69 and recently remarried, I have aged out as well, and purged everything for the last time, but I do have some fond memories, reflections and observations on my years as a closet bisexual crossdresser:

Prep time for dressing to host vs. dressing for self-pleasure varies by about an hour…
Your heart pounding when you first reveal yourself dressed to someone for the first time…
The secret satisfaction of seeing your partners arousal as he looks you up and down, from your wig to your boots….
Waterproof lipstick lasts longer, but it’s a turn on to see your lipstick on the cock you are pleasuring orally…
Pulling my wig into a ponytail to keep the hair out of my mouth when going down - and the “Oh crap!” moment when the guy you’re blowing inadvertently grabs your wig off your head…
Getting the cum stains out of that nice black turtleneck before they get crusty!
The fake eyelashes that end up down on your cheek during sex….
Thigh highs are the better choice than pantyhose if you are bottoming while dressed…
Reaching back to hold on to your 4” heels while performing a “hands free” blow job…
The cool breeze on your back side as the skirt gets flipped up and the panties come down…
Becoming so comfortable wearing heels that you forget you’re wearing them... until you take them off...
Although I have moved on from all of this, I still have years of memories and experiences to masturbate to when the mood hits me….! It was all a lot of fun, and I have no regrets!
 
Done it a little for another boy in school. I would also get dressed and go to this area at the city lake. Got braver and braver and would walk around. Nobody really seemed to notice. It felt great. After I got married my wife loved sex. We got to doing threesomes. One guy made me his sissy and I had to start wearing dresses. Wife loved the kink. We would go places on the weekend sometimes with me in a dress. We would go to Dallas or Tulsa to meet our guy with others and I would go dressed. He required it. We went to Dallas and I didn't take a single boy clothes. It was good for the mind though knowing I had no way out. I dressed as a girl a lot through my twenties and thirties. A few local people even knew about me.
 
Reading through the posts brings me to understand a friend, well, ex-friend, who'd had surgery, wore a wig, but could not pass.
"She" sorted offered me the use of her pussy. I declined as the appearance was much too masculine. I felt badly for "her".
 
Reading through the posts brings me to understand a friend, well, ex-friend, who'd had surgery, wore a wig, but could not pass.
"She" sorted offered me the use of her pussy. I declined as the appearance was much too masculine. I felt badly for "her".
Have you been to your local Wal-Mart? A lot of women don't pass. My Filipina trans gf is more feminine than about 80 to 90% of the women here.
 
I think we all know the path. Obtain clothes, makeup, heels etc., toys too. Life happens. Purge. Repeat. And then somehow the years go by. I may have passed for a bit of time. No longer. I may have been able to handle 4 and sometimes higher heels, but now I don't want to often. I still appreciate and want to dress in sexy lingere and clothes but who am I kidding. And I'd love to be loved, to make love and have someone make love to me, but that gets less likely with each passing year. Memories are still there. Great memories.
 
Are you a crossdresser, or maybe 'crossdresser curious', or even just a chap who likes to wear woman's clothing?
The journey is different for all of us, although there is a common moment: that first time we put on a garment of woman's clothing. Some of us felt guilty, some didn't, but for all of us who went on to accept the label "crossdresser", it felt right.
My journey was one of guilt and longing: guilt when I acted on my desire to crossdress and longing when I didn't. I threw away so many lovely garments: dresses, panties, body stockings. And dildos too of course :(
But now I don't mind saying: I am a crossdresser. I am Alison. And my male side too of course. We coexist comfortably.
I am at the point in the journey where the guilt is gone and I am accepting and enjoying my kink: i recently went to a men's suana in full makeup and dressed to kill. I flirted and flashed, and I loved it, can't wait to go back.
I have no idea where my journey is leading, I am excited and a bit nervous to find out.
Some of you are further along than me - what happened next? Where might I go from here?
And for those of you earlier on in the journey - how are you doing? What is your next step? Are you comfortable or still feeling guilty?
I think it can be very sexy and I am attracted to certain crossdressers. Sexiest part is when the person fully embraces it. Go for it!!
 
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