Marcy likes to crossdress because…

Loved the article. I started at age 4 and never stoped. Its the only way I find to relax completly.

It’s if you described my life in a way. I grew up in the sixties in Germany when our society was not at all ready for that. Homosexuality was still forbidden and crossdressing??? No way. Of course I didn’t tell anybody about my feelings. I thought for a lo time that I am the only strange being who has this “illness”. How often I stared at the girls wishing to be allowed to wear a skirt and a panty?
When I got internet suddenly I discovered that I am not the only one but that there are a lots of others. My first experience I made outside is only 8 years ago. But since then I had a lots of fun with being Susanne. Whenever I am in the mood and when there is the occasion I make up and dress myself and I go out, to the opera or to concerts or other cultural events. Normally I had no trouble until now. I also went out in other countries like in France, Holland, Belgium, England. It is such a fantastic feeling to live your “alter ego”. And the best is for example in France in a restaurant when they call you “madame”. Just great.

#1 – I was a only child, father-less surrounded by women with no role model so I grow up acting girly.
#2 – My Aunt lived with us pre-teen years and she gets loud vibrant color clothes where I’d go “Dancing with Myself”
#3 – I was always a awesome listener during school to girl matters and didn’t like those “stupid boys or their ego.”
#4 – 10-15yr old stealing Leggs pantyhose from Walmart and sleeping soundly only in poorly crafted bodystocking
#5 – Natural man me has became pathetic and now I’m thinking the transition was way over-do becoming neccesity to escape the insanity of daily life.

I need someone special in my life who loves me throughout and accepts me for me because my family’s “principals” isn’t the way now.

I just loved your explanation of being a crossdresser. I have the same feelings of feeling sexy and alive when dressed as a woman. I very often wish I was a woman. to be able to put on sexy panties a matching bra, a garterbelt and stockings and then to top it off with a satin babydoll and full make up and a wig is fantastic. Five inch heels complete my transformation.
I love this site and will be frequent visitor and participant.
Thank you so much….
Fran

Marcy,
What a wonderful website (and I love your sexy name, as well). I so needed to learn more about my crossdressing, and it helps to read your articles and to hear from experiences of others. Thank you!

Like most of your other contributors, I started crossdressing before I even knew what sex was all about being drawn to my mother’s stockings and panties drawer. Then, when puberty started, I discovered the thrill of wearing my older teen sister’s pink bikini panties and watching myself masturbate in the bathroom mirror. I was hooked without even knowing why.

My college years had me being “educated” on sex via the porn magazines in my fraternity’s bathrooms. The women were always smiling in their sexy panties, garter belts, stockings, heels and bras. Just seeing this made me feel good, as well as stimulated. I began buying women’s clothing, secretly wearing it, and masturbating. I was hooked! I enjoyed the secret thrill, the feeling of the clothing, and the escape fantasy.

Then, I was married. I bought sexy outfits for my wife (okay, really for me whether she was wearing them or I was). I was divorced and remarried. (I realized afterwards that all of the significant women in my life were emotionally cold – starting with my mother). I continued buying lingerie and dressing in private (this was 25-years of this behavior at this point). I loved the shopping experience, particularly when I was wearing sexy things under my man clothes. Yes, every year or two, I would go through my purge mode vowing to stop my habit. The problem was that I was addicted to crossdressing at this point, and I always returned to it.

As time passed, and the passion of my second marriage naturally waned, I developed another addiction to pornography. I was entranced by women, in stockings and heels, smiling as they serviced men (okay, I know that porn is not a reflection of “real” life, but I was escaping). After some time, using Craigslist, I started posting for male visitors. Traveling on business, I had many private opportunities to dress in my hotel rooms, and I finally took the plunge to see what the porn women were all smiling about. It looks so natural and fun.

Always dressed as “Erica”, I discovered a passion for pleasing men. To this day, I would deny being gay as my only interest in such is when I am in-character as Erica. I went overboard and became obsessed with dressing and performing sex acts in private.

Then, my wife found my “hidden” stash of clothing. She may have even opening my flash drive of pics of me dressed. She refused to talk about it, and insisted I go see a Therapist. I did so, and it was very, very helpful. But…it didn’t “cure” my need to crossdress. I am now in my late 50’s, and still secretly dressing. My wife still pretends that it isn’t so, and won’t talk about it, but I can’t change (no matter how hard I have tried).

So, Marcy, thank you – thank you – thank you for your site. I was spend hours reading it “cover to cover” in the few private moments I have to do so. I can’t wait to explore and to learn more about myself.

Erica
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Hi Marcy
I started early as many of us did. For me it was my mothers girdle. I saw it one day when i was 7 or 8, and something in me just had to try it on. I stripped off, slunk into it and snapped the crotch closed. Instantly I was surrounded by this sexy, satiny, firmly gripping feeling. It made me very excited. I realized that the taboo nature and such were arousing me.. but after a while that subsided and i was left wondering how i would look with long hair, breasts, all the questions that fill your mind.
From then on i would sneak stuff from my sister and try it out when she was not home. Always feeling soo much better when i was dressed for some reason.
40 years later, I have a wonderful family life, and a wife that accepts that I do indeed dress as a woman from time to time. Practicality, and need seem to dictate when and how often. I do know it offers me an escape from the in charge, ultra masc alpha male side of my life. But also offers a healthy way to use and express emotions that that side doesent get to express very often.

My 2 cents