Lets see, about me... Hhmmm... I started crossdressing at the young age of 5 years old, wearing my mothers pantyhose, panties, and bras, and wearing my cousins panties when my aunt used to babysit me. My aunt once caught me wearing my cousins panties, she thought it was cute, but still made me take them off... I crossdressed through my childhood because I loved the way the clothes felt on me, I loved my moms pantyhose, I remember wearing my moms panyhose to school under my boy clothes in the first grade secretly... I had a neighbor girl that lived across the street from me named Candace, she once took me into her room when I was about 6 years old, and insisted that we play house, and she dressed me from head to toe in her clothes, tights, panties, shoes, dress, and all... So as you can see this was a reoccurring thing through my childhood years. I continued to dress up through my childhood, and even got caught by my mom wearing her pantyhose when I was 7 or 8, she scolded me and threatened to tell my dad, but never did, and made me take them off. Of course I continued to wear them... I think I was 6 or 7 when I got my first erection from the silky smooth feeling of pantyhose on my cock, and I quickly learned about masturbation. I would frequently sneak my moms pantyhose out of the house, go out to my grandpas water well pumping shed, and dress in her hose and masturbate. I continued to dress more and more through my childhood and early teens, and started wearing her shoes, heels, skirts, dresses, and blouses. I even started experimenting with her make up and making myself look as feminine as I could. My parents were rarely home, and I always had ample time after coming home from school to dressup completely, masturbate wildly for hours, and put everything back where it belonged long before anyone came home. In my early teens was when the guilt set in, because I finally realized something about me wasnt normal, I wasnt like the other guys. But it didnt keep me from crossdressing, I would do it almost everyday, come home, dress, get lost in fantasy, masturbate, and put it all away, and then wallow in my guilt, which I think led to depression and alot of anxiety... By the time I hit High School, I had really started to come out of my shell and take an active interest in girls, and the crossdressing alowed down alot, but it never completely stopped... I remember being in class in school and sitting at my desk, I would see a girls sexy legs and pretty feet and I would get so turned on... Later in life I realized that I had a womens foot and leg fetish. which combined with my love of pantyhose, led to the next event... I had nearly completely quit crossdressing, until I was in High School and saw a Playboy centerfold wearing thigh high stockings for the first time, I had never seen such a beautiful and sexy sight in my life, those pictures fueled the fire to dress again and led to many more masturbation fantasies... Out of high school, I went to college for a short while, and rarely dressed anymore, as I was dating alot and being active with working, school, dating women, and hanging out and partying with friends. After a short stint in college, I got booted because of bad grades, and started working in a very male dominated aggressive environment. a year later I got married, and once I got married I thought all my crossdressing had ended, I hadnt done it for almost two years, and I was actively engaged in a normal healthy relationship with my new wife. Needless to say the urge to crossdress returned shortly after I was married, when I realized all the wonderful clothes and sexy lingeriie my wife had. I would purposely come home from work early to be able to dress and masturbate while she was at work, and be able to put everything away neatly before she came home... By the way, the guilt, anxiety, and depression returned... Here I was in this manly job, married to my beautiful and sexy wife, and here I was living this secret life as a crossdresser.
Over the years of marriage, I continued to dress using my wifes things until I discovered the internet, and started purchasing my own clothing, heels, and purchased my own very first wig from the internet. My crossdressing urges at this point in my life were stronger than ever, I would wait for my wife to go to bed at night, and I would dress up, and get online and chat with other crossdressers. At this point in my life I still masturbated frequently while dressed, but it became an acceptable thing for me to dress and not even touch myself, like I was doing it more for comforting, stress relief, because it made me feel better. I chatted with other crossdressers to learn about why I have been doing this my whole life, and why I felt the hatred toward myself, the guilt, and anxiety of being caught. I sought others approval for my private life as "Monica"... My first girl name... This went on for quite some time until it was time for us to move to a new apartment, and I had to purge all of my things throw them away before we moved to ensure my wife never found them. shortly after the move, I quickly started rebuilding my stash of lingerie, heels, clothes, and wigs, and resumed my dressing, but now under a new persona, Ashley was born... Ashley nearly dominated my life, other than work and marriage and when the birth of my first child came, the urge suddenly stopped as my priorities changed... I purged everything, threw it all away, and resumed my life as my male self. I quit for a good year and a half before the urge to dress returned, and there I was again, purchasing things over the internet all over again, and entire new wardrobe, piece by piece, wigs, heels, lingerie, etc... I then discovered more of the internet, and came to understand alot more about this "hobby" of mine that wouldnt go away, and finally started to accept this part of me.
I continued this way for a few years, until I could no longer live with myself because I was living a lie, and decided to come clean with my wife. I told her everything, start to finish, I explained to her that I wasnt gay, had no urges to be with a man, I was very straight, I just had this very strong feminine side of me... She struggled to understand but couldnt, and unfortunately it led to our divorce shortly thereafter. Once divorced I was devastated but somewhat liberated, because I could dress to my hearts content, in the privacy of my own dwelling, and not have to worry about having someone walk in on me and get caught. I lived on the internet when I wasnt working, and because more and more involved in my fantasy world of dressing. which leads me to where I am today. To this day, I still crossdress semi frequently, not always for sexual thrill, sometimes just for the escape and to lose myself in femininity... Stress relief I guess... I remain very straight, hoping to someday find a woman that is able to accept me for who I am, a straight crossdressing guy. I have developed a few fantasies that I play out in my mind occasionally that I would like to fulfill as well, such as: being dominated by a woman, having her dress me as a girl, or dressing up with another crossdresser, and going out in public as a girl. I have also become attracted to Transexual girls as well, I often fantasize about what it would be like to be with one. As my male self, I am very dominant in bed, but as Ashley, I am very submissive and imagine what it might be like to be dominated by a woman... Well, thats all about me, any questions?I am now a 31 year old Single Crossdressing Guy... I am Straight, so this means: IF YOU ARE A GUY, LEAVE ME ALONE! I am interested in meeting real women, and other girls like myself... If you are a guy, DO NOT email me, DO NOT try to add me, and DO NOT even think that I may be interested at all... I am NOT interested in men. Women, Crossdressers, and Transexuals reply only!
You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.
You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.
You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.
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