I am soooo sorry about your abuse and yet hearing you submit to your friend did turn me on!Number Three:
I cross-dress, but hate to admit it because I am a mans-man in every way. Part of the shame from that comes because I was forced into cross-dressing.
My mother thought I was going to be a girl. Wanted a girl, and desperately so, and all before medical imaging allowed parents to see what gender they were going to have before birth. When I ended up being a boy, she was infuriated. So for the first two years of my life I was dressed like a little girl. Dresses, pink clothes, etc. But as I got to be a toddler of age two or three, people started questioning my mother dressing me as she did, as well as my father hating it. After that my mother came up with themed parties and Halloween costumes where I was given elaborate costumes but me as decidedly female characters. Goldilocks, Snow White, Little Bo Peep, etc. My mother loved to tell other parents it was me, her son, as that character. I was not just passable, EVERYONE thought I was a girl. It was hell because I could not talk at any of these parties lest I give my gender away, and my mom did this until I was a teenager and finally stood up to her. This was huge for me because I grew up in a VERY abusive home, so it did not happen without serious consequences physically. Just so everyone understands, "consequences" being on the receiving end of an axe handle or length or radiator hose. It was enough so that I ended up in foster care for years because of the abuse. So you did not just tell my parents “no more” at an early age because there was hell to pay for that.
Today a friend likes me to cross-dress for him, and I do, quite often which I hate to admit.