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Renee’s Real Life Story as a Crossdresser

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A fascinating and revealing real life story of Renee’s crossdressing journey!

My story as a crossdresser started as I was very young!

Probably when I was in the age range of 8 to 11 years old. I am now 56 years old crossdresser!

But before I get into my crossdressing journey let me go over how I define some of the words associated with transgendered people and a few other ideas. I am not a psychiatrist or anything like that these are just my perceptions.

What is my definition of a crossdresser?

Simply a crossdresser is someone (generally a heterosexual male) that will wear clothing of the opposite sex. They can have a fetish to certain parts of a women’s wardrobe. Mine personally have been a bra and also panties. Some other fetishes that I know of are pantyhose or nylon stockings, some people like stilettos heels, and other like dresses and like make-up. A lot of crossdressers (CDs) with a fetish for female undergarments will often wear them daily and even when at work; depending on the type of work they do. As I said earlier most CDs are NOT gay but there are a small percentage that are gay. Also a CD will only occasionally go out in public dressed as a female, more often if they have an established safe place to go frequent such as a Drag Queen bar, yet probably the vast majority of CDs only do this in the comfort of their own home and have never ventured out in public en-femme. Known as in the closet or closeted.
How this differs in my opinion from a Transvestite (TV) is that a TV is more often either gay or bisexual. Also transvestites also generally prefer to in public dressed en-femme more often than CDs. Transvestites will often over state their femininity wearing more elaborate outfits and generally overdoing their make-up. More often than not you can easily spot a TV because they will look great but is over done with their feminine appearance. Versus a CD if polished will blend in much better and pass as a female very well. A CD that has not going out but a few times are easy to spot too because some of those also will over do themselves for the surroundings they are in. Or they just may be too nervous and give themselves away that way. A TV is very seldomly closeted. A gay TV will use his attribute to find male dates, where a CD will keep more to themselves.
Transgendered is just a blanket term for CDs TVs and also Transsexuals either pre-op or post-op. Compared to my early years there is so much more resources available to transgendered people. I believe this is because of the internet as there are a lot more people in the news as transgendered especially when they are starting at a young age of being out of the closet.
Last of all the terms crossdresser and transvestite are used for males wanting to be perceived as females I do not want to exclude females that have gender identity desires. Although I do not know of any terms use for our female counterparts but I do know that in general terms such as a “butch” female or just a “tranny” (short for transsexual) have been used with our female counterparts.
One thing I do know for sure is that even though there is very little acceptance of our inner feeling and desires, it is for more accepted now than when I was growing up. How nice it would be to go out all dressed up en-femme and not having to worry about if you looked good enough to pass as a female or if you sounded female.
I have found that the best way to pass out in public as female is to be conservative in your make-up, jewelry, and most importantly the choice of your clothes you wear on the outside. For example do not wear a dress and especially a flashy dress wear all the other women are wearing jeans and a T-shirt. If polo style shirts are the norm then don’t wear a frilly blouse. If you stand out in the crowd you will be read (spotted as a crossdressed male) in a second.

Ok, let’s start getting into my life story as a crossdresser.

crossdresser story photo of ReneeBack into the middle to late 60s when I was in my late single digit age or pre-teenage years and when my next older sister started going through puberty and started wearing a bra I found myself trying on her bras when I was home by myself.
I am the youngest of five kids having two older brothers and two older sisters. The fact that most of my life I have always been overweight I have always been blessed in the chest area. In fact as I was going through school I was teased a lot by other kids saying I needed to wear a bra.
I cannot really say if I started out trying on my sister’s bras before or after I was being teased by my schoolmates. I also remember a time when I was real young, maybe before I was ever in school, I had a crush on one of my neighbors that was around my same age.
She was having a party (maybe a birthday party) but only girls were invited. Because I begged my sister to take me along she would only do it if I wore a dress. I did. These are my first memories of CDing. As I aged through my teenage years I still was trying on and even wearing my sister’s bras now and then and with my fatty chest tissue I would pull myself into the bra cups as much as possible.
I would do this as often as I could get away with it. I even stole one of my sister’s bras and kept it his inside of my pillow. Who would guess (when I was real young) that mother would actually wash pillow cases. She found my hidden bra and asked me about it. I was very embarrassed but quick thinking I told her I wanted a more padded pillow and that was the only thing I found to add more padding. I don’t think my mother bought it but the subject dropped.
In my early teenage years I do remember wearing a bra at time out at night in the neighborhood. I would wear my shirt loose at that time and had my parents buy my clothes that way with the idea I was still growing and that way I could wear the same shirts for a longer period of time without having to waste money buying new shirts as I grew.
I remember one time one of my schoolmates seen me out and about in the neighborhood, talked a bit and then he gave me a friendly punch between my breasts. I remember being worried if he could tell by his punch if I had a bra on. He never said anything so that was my first test passed. I would also try on my sisters dresses and blouses whenever I could, mainly when home alone. I can say that I did have a few close calls when someone did come home early.
Because of my desire to wear a bra outside more often as I grew older, I became very good at watching girls and women and seeing if I could see the lines in their tops of the lines of the bands of a bra and also I would see if I could see if their bra showed through or not. I taught myself what to wear that would hide the fact I had a bra on. Through my middle and later teenage years there were many of times when I did absolutely no CDing at all.
Then there were times when I wore a bra out several times a week for my evening activities. I did not wear one when out with my friends when I knew that we were going to be playing hard, either sports or other activities. Most of the time I was out by myself either biking, or at the Little League field or something where I did not have to worry about close contact. At this time I was still stealing and wearing my sister’s bras and panties.

In my late teens and into my 20s I did start buying my own bra. Again there were times that I did nothing at all but these times were not as long as they were when I was a teenager. I remember the first bra I bought was a Platex Cross Your Heart wire free bra. As I got to the age when most young adults moved out of the nest for some reason I never did. Part of the reason is some health issues of both my parents I convinced myself that I need to be home with them to help out with chores that was hard for them to do. The other part is I was too cheap to spend the money to live in an apartment and took advantage of a good thing.
Through these years I did wear a bra very often always pulling my fatty chest tissue into the bra cup. I also enjoyed wearing a dress and also frilly blouses now and then. As time went by I tried several different bra styles; non-padded bras, padded cups which back then were not foam padded but was more of a cotton batting, and eventually tried under wire bras, and even push-up bras. With the under wire bra I was now in bra heaven. The under wire, when I pulled myself into the cups, held me there much better.
From the time I was in my mid-twenties I wore only under wire bras, always pulling myself into the bra cups as much as possible. I do not know if it was because of this and starting at a young age of wearing a bra or if it just simple genetics (both my sisters and also my mother have larger breast than average) that has blessed me with larger man-boobs to the tune that at that time I was wearing a C-cup bra and if I remember right a band size of 36 or 38. By this time I also ventures into wearing women’s outerwear now and then out in public.
A blouse and women’s slacks most of the time and of course a wig but I do remember having a dress to wear in the house when home alone. I do remember whenever I went out to buy a new women’s clothing I would go out dressed in women’s clothing being too embarrassed to be buying them as a male.

Until I figured out that with the women’s outer wear it was easy to pass off those purchases to the sales clerks as presents for my sister. I am sure I was noticed back then being inexperienced, but I figure with a wig on and make-up that people would not be able to tell who I was. I even took the time to go into the next city to do my purchasing of my outfits.
When I had my first real girlfriend I remember one time as she was in a shower, after a night of renting a motel room, trying on her bra and thinking that I filled it out just as well as she did but I was jealous of how more round and perky her breasts were and mine just resembled more of an extra roll of fat tissue. There were times when I purged (getting rid of all the CD clothing) throughout these years but eventually came back to it as I could not bury it behind me. If you are a CDer I believe you are a CDer for life. You can quit but you will eventually come back to it.
As I reached my thirties and finally did make the move out of my parent’s house I almost exclusively wore women’s clothing when in my own place. It was during these times I really progressed into being a true CDer. At this time I started to shave my legs, armpits and chest all the time. I found myself shopping more often en-femme and always when shopping for female clothing. I started to only sleep in nightgowns unless I had company.
Renee posing As far as girlfriends I had only a few and obviously kept my CDing a secret. But the last girlfriend I had, before I met my wife, did find my clothes and she freaked. She first thought I was cheating on her since we lived 70 miles apart. But I did tell her about my desire to wear women’s clothing now and then. I figured since she was a country bumpkin type of girl and came across as a fun loving simple person that she would accept this part of me and would enjoy going as girls now and then having fun together as girlfriends. I could not have been more wrong. Her words to me were something like this: When she came home at night she only wanted to come home to a man.

What a blow to my ego.
As I turned into my middle 30s I found the internet and CD chat rooms. I also found a way to correct my flat and inverted nipples by purchasing a fake nipple and areola product online. I cannot remember where I got them from anymore. This spring I have found a better option, that option is called Supple Nipps which are thimble size suction cups you put over your nipple and areola and give it a squeeze and watch them protrude outwards.
Wear them several hours a day for a couple weeks and say goodbye to your flat or inverted nipple. I would suggest using the #2 or #3 size of them. It was on the internet I came across a wife of a CDer in a different part of the state that I live in that was more than an hour away. In the area they lived in there is a Drag Queen bar. If you don’t know what a Drag bar is it is one where Drag Queens either TVS or CDS would perform on a stage as a women. They mainly lip-sync song by female artists. This bar is known as a hangout for people who like to crossdress and just hang out and also transvestites who would look to pick up guys. Hence my perceptions earlier of the differences between a CD and a TV. Eventually the wife of this couple convinced me to make the trip to their town and go out to this bar.
After a few visits over several months she told me about her best friend and asked if I would be interested in meeting her. I told her I would under two conditions, one being that she knew of my CDing ahead of time, and the other is that she had to have bigger boobs than I had. By then I had progressed into a D cup bra. Well the second part was not a problem but the first part put her in a bit of a spot since not any of her friends knew her husband was a CDer. She did eventually spill the beans to her best friend with the assurance of her holding in confidence her husband’s secret.

We went out a few times double dating once to dinner and couple times to the Drag bar.
We started going on our own dates and all the time I would be wearing a bra and panty and she knew that. At the end of the 90s we did get married and as time has gone by I find myself not as often wearing women’s outerwear as often. I do wear a bra and panty daily just as any woman would and even more so than they do. I do not take my bra off when I get home from work. There are times I even sleep in my bra. I do sleep in a nightgown. I do have women’s tops that have around 5% spandex in them to hug my body and show off my breast shape.
Throughout most of my life I worked in either the restaurant business or retail business where having long hair is not allowed on males. So I did have a few cheap wigs to wear when I did go out dressed en-femme. At the time I met my wife though I was working my own business having an installation business and far the couple years before that I had a manufacturing job where I could let my hair grow long and not having to wear a wig at all.
After installations were not paying well anymore I found myself working in retail and long hair although was frowned upon there was a couple of us that did have long hair. I worked a total of about 15 years in retail and worked for the same boss all those years. As I was able to keep my long hair I also grew my fingernails longer than most.
My boss always the kidding type every once in a while would through out there in front of my coworkers asking me if I like to wear women’s clothing at home. Of course I always denied it. But, if he only knew the truth. Eventually though, that did get more scrutinized in that company and they watch your sales numbers more so it became easier work wise to comply with a “professional look”. By then though, I no longer had the desire to go out in public en-femme as my wife was accepting of my CDing whenever I wanted.
To this day I only have female panties and have probably two dozen bras that I wear. All my bras are Bali Flower bras. These are underwire and unpadded. They are very supportive and give a good shape making me look more perky and youthful. I have recently come across a product called Pueraria Mirifica that will help develop breasts even in males after taking it for a period of time. I would suggest at least six months to even a year or more depending on the size you desire to be. In my Bali bra I am now wearing a DD cup bra, but in other brands I Renee Puaria Mirifica photowould still be a D cup.
I am now hoping that while I am taking Pueraria Marifica (PM) that it will firm up my breasts and also give them a more natural female shape. If I gain a bit more size then I would look at that as a bonus.

In the photo of me in the red top this is a female polo shirt that has 5% spandex in it so that it will hug the body better and show of my breasts shape better. I have a touch of make-up on a natural pinkish lipstick and just a slight coating over my whole facial area. I really should have done a better job on the make-up but didn’t know I was out of foundation.

Finally I put a curl in my hair. I will say this much that you would not believe how often I get call ma’am when I go out to a restaurant or in the grocery store with none of that done; just my long hair and shapely chest and clean shaven gets me by a lot.



About the Author:

Hi, I’m Marcy Simpson, founder and creator of Crossdresser Society. I have been a crossdresser for over 2 decades and I am also an author, photographer, entrepreneur, and admirer of the feminine realm. I currently work and live in Los Angeles, California.


  1. Karla  July 4, 2014

    wow very nice article I fully enjoyed reading this about Renee I myself do cross dressing I love enjoy woman and crossdresers I lived with a transgenger man who eventually had his operation I was good friends only and learned a lot from him who is now a lady thanks

  2. Clayton Vereen  July 4, 2014

    TO Marcy, HI , my name is Clayton Vereen . I guess you know that I am a man & I am taken female Hormone pills & purafem Breast pills to grow female Breast . Last September of 2013 I taken them . My Breast are growing . But slowly. I want to be feminine . transgender . I want to be womanish. I do sometimes wear panties. . I want to thank you marcy . Clayton Vereen clayton49@sccoast.net

  3. tom  July 4, 2014

    Hi great story i am tom but i prefer Tammy it seems we all have many similarities in our lives and its so wonderful to have nice breasts yours are awesome just to let you know many transgendered men stay as their male selves which is the situation i am in i have so many friends know so many people i think coming out as a woman would be to much to over come so i dress in womens clothes as much as i can i am almost a b cup naturally wanting them to get bigger i wear DD breastforms wish mine were that big naturally but that would only happen with implants i do have interests in men i am married but in a sexless marriage i am out to my wife she does understand but unfortunately i still have to live my outer self as a man if i was younger in this day and age i would become a woman but you look beautiful thanks for the story

  4. jessica  July 4, 2014

    love your story i am in my 50s to i was always a little heavier to my breasts were always larger than they should of been every so often they would hurt went to the doctor said i had to much estrogen in my body and were growing not much he could do i guess but hey not complaining i wear bras panties pretty much full time my wife bought me ladies jean wow so comfy iwould love to go full time as female but with kids hard to do just keep dreaming take care hugs

  5. Robin  July 4, 2014

    I do like the story it what most cd like to hear about other cd life and how they can change to be woman that like to be

  6. Trans Torino  November 12, 2014

    Cooool! post! Really! I love your story!

  7. Phylliss  December 7, 2014

    Hi my name is Phyllis and I have a story to tell.

    My cross dressing experiences started when I was about 5 years old. I come from a large family of 8 children. My father worked two jobs and my mom was always busy around the house. Due to this I had very little interaction with my parents as I was growing up. I had a behavior problem so I needed pretty constant supervision. This job went to my older sister who took care of me along with my two younger sisters. All of us were about two years apart in age. While I was attracted to girl things anyway, playing with girls made it even better. Of course there was no baseball or fishing trips or other things boys like to do. So what does a boy do while playing with girls? We played house, played with dolls and the girls would play dress-up. I was not allowed to dress up with my sisters because I was supposed to be the father of our little play family and it would not be good for the father to be seen in a dress.. I would nag my older sister about allowing me to dress up to no avail. I would act out, misbehave and frequently had to face my father’s leather belt when he got home because of it. I was really frustrated watching my sisters dress in clothes that were hand-me-downs given to my mother from other women in the community. I remember the large closet in the bathroom where these clothes, mostly women’s or girl;’s clothes, were kept. There were a lot of dresses and skirts and other girl things to choose from, which is why my sisters enjoyed playing dress-up so much. I continued to beg my older sister to let me dress but she wouldn’t budge, except for one day (I think she was trying to quell my nagging) she asked my mother if I could play dress-up with them hoping she would say no. Surprisingly, mother said yeas as long as I was good. That made the difference. For a chance to wear a dress, regardless how much larger than me it was, I would agree to be an angel. And that I was. This may sound familiar since we are all aware of how much stress is relieved when wearing women’s clothes. Well, even if we didn’t play dress-up every day, there was such a change in my personality resulting from dressing once in a while, our family doctor reduced the amount of behavior altering medication I was taking. This arrangement with my sisters and me went on for several years. It later stopped because my father didn’t like the idea of me wearing girls clothes. So my only recourse was to dress privately without anyone knowing it. But occasionally someone would find out and they reported it to my father who responded with a thrashing with his belt. During the 50’s when this was taking place a spanking was considered punishment and good discipline. Today it would be considered physical assault. Punishment from my father never deterred me from wanting to wear dresses. It only accelerated the desire to do so. These spankings visibly upset my mother. Sometimes I would be sent to bed without supper. After a while my Mom would come to my room and comfort me.

    I don’t think my mother saw the negative impact that dressing would have on me to the extent that my father did. She was more understanding of these needs therefore more comforting to me as this example will show.

    My older sister who took care of me for so many years was in the ninth grade of high school. She was attending her first high school dance and mom was making her dress. I vividly remember the dress. It was a navy taffeta dress with narrow straps going over the shoulder. The dress was paired with a magenta colored bolero jacket also made of taffeta. It was very pretty. For most of the week before the dance I was home with a mild flu. My mother would be in the dining room sewing away trying to get the dress finished for a dance that was a few days away. I was in the living room on the couch when my mother called me into the dining room. When I got there she said I want you to try this (the dress) on. I blushed and thought she was joking, but inside me my heart was pounding fast. Mom assured me that she was serious and motioned for me to come to her. Ironically, my sister and I were about the same body size, but she was in school and had an after school job. This made it difficult for mom to work on the dress because she had to wait for my sister to come home, so for three days I became the model when my mother wanted to check the fit. It was fun and I loved every minute that I had my sister’s dress on. In the evening, when my sister got home, she would try the dress on to see how it fit. She too liked it a lot and Mom did not have to make any significant changes to the dress even though she had basically made it to fit me.

    Thursday, the day before the dance, mom finished the dress. The last time that I had it on was earlier in the day when I was standing on a chair while she pinned the hem. Again, my sister would not be home until early evening and my mother wanted to see the finish product. So mom called me to the dining room to try the dress on; however, this time I was to wear my sister’s nylon stockings and black flats to complete the look. She liked what she saw but she could see the outline of my body through the skirt. She went to my sister’s room and came back with a white nylon half slip which she had me put on. This time everything looked fine.

    This circumstances in this story actually happened to me and there is a truly happy ending to it.

    While I was modeling my sister’s dress for mom the phone rang. I mentioned earlier that the timing of this experience was in the 50’s. Telephones were becoming more of a standard in homes and people used them frequently and for long periods of time. My mother and her circle of friends were no different. Hour-long phone conversations were seemingly routine. Mom was in the kitchen where the phone was located and I was still in the dining room with my sister’s dress on wondering what I should do as my mother settled in for what looked like an extended phone conversation. Mom realized she was going to be awhile so, as not to interrupt the conversation, she motioned for me to go into the living room and wait for her. So I obliged and sat on the couch with the skirt of the dress spread out on either side of me. What a truly wonderful experience. Later, I positioned myself in front of the mirror in the living room sitting in a chair and dreaming of how nice it would be to be a girl. This sensational feeling lasted for nearly two hours when mom suddenly ended the telephone conversation. She came into the living room and saw me in front of the mirror. She said that I need to take the dress off before my older brothers get home from school. They had reported to my father on a number of times if they suspected that I was wearing girls clothes and my mother reminded me of how painful that can be.

    This is an example of how my mom understood my needs. She knew that I liked to wear girl’s clothes, after all, I had been punished enough times to show it. No one else except her looked at me in this way. I was the brat in the family and will always be looked upon as such. Several years earlier when I was under the care of my older sister, no one figured out why I had become so complacent with much improved behavior. It wasn’t because i wanted to be good it was because, for a short while, I was allowed to wear dresses with my sisters when we played house with their dolls. My mother knew this was good for me which is why she allowed it to happen.

  8. Lana  December 1, 2015

    Hi Marcy,
    First let me thank you for sharing your story and going into the details of your life’s experiences as a CD. I found your blog to be insightful and interesting. I am myself a MTF Trans-woman living in Las Vegas. Been on HRT for about 3 years and I’m 63 years young. I live female full time and all of my identity documents and other legal things (name and gender changed). I have one correction that I would like to mention and you might not agree. Not intending to be critical, but would like to be “more” correct. Saying that someone is “Transgendered” is like saying an African American is “Blacked”. It isn’t an adjective, and is a way of describing someone who was born identified as someone who identifies themselves as the different gender or No gender. If you disagree, no worries dear! Best of luck dear! xoxoxo

  9. IanBrianna  December 1, 2015

    Interesting article and story, nice-looking breasts. I too have always been a little over-developed in the chest area, though currently not especially overweight. I can remember two guys in gym (probably latently gay), in the locker room, who noticed me with my shirt off. “Look, he’s got ’em like a girl,” one said, and his buddy caressed my breasts. I did nothing but felt embarrassed, being as usual submissive. The fetish for girl’s clothing in my case was general but focused particularlyon girdles or other restrictive garments. I own a chemise and occasionally buy a pair of nylons, well.worn, to hitch to it. I like the feeling of being sprung. But I actually cross-dress very little, as I prefer to be entirely without underwear of either gender. I haven’t worn underpants since the Johnson administration. What I do like is to feminize my body, and, despite what many doctors claim, I am achieving some growth in the breasts and fanny by taking pueraria mirifica, both in capsules and in a nano-serum that includes adifyline, a peptide which promotes the growth of adipose (fatty) tissue wherever applied. I do not experience gender dysphoria but have never identified with either sex on the inside. The great moment when I ‘came out’ was an entirely verbal occasion. My supervisor thought I was feuding with a truly lovely colleague,, Georgene Nelson, and sought to add fluel to the flames one day by laughingly telling me “George says ‘Ian is androgynous'” Without forethought I answered “She’s right.” Surprised and perhaps baulked in his purpose, my supervisor grimaced at me and walked away. But I felt liberated. At last I had told the truth about myself! That was over twenty years ago, but since then I have taken new paths which have led up to my current love affair with pueraria mirifica. Despite know-it-all doctors, I recommend it to anyone with similar desires. I was happy to read Renee’s story, which I’m sure was liberating for her to write in much the same way as my own proclamation, “She’s right!”

  10. Marcio  December 1, 2015

    Hi Marcy how are You? Hi Renee, love your story. My name is Marcio but I am a transgender woman and I live in the UK. I have been here on the waiting list for well over one year now. And my doctor find out about my privet madications and told me to stop becuse it’s not safe. But I don’t think he is in the position to tell me to stop anything considering the fact that all I do is wating to start treatment. So after all this waiting I went stronger on my privet hormones including pureira mirifica and it feel good. My famanine labido went up and I think my breasts are pruducing milk .https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Vs7gfvJOE7Q

  11. Nikkolle  December 2, 2015

    Yes I think we can all relate to the wearing of sis’s clothes in our youth. I was lucky, one of my sister’s of five was a stripper/dancer. She had the most amazing things for a young boy to wear when no one was looking. However your part about when you had a crush on a girl I can’t relate to. A friend of mine who I felt myself becoming attracted to one day came clean about dressing up and soon found ourselves making out in my bedroom (when no one was looking lol), he became my first boyfriend instead of just friend. You seem to be happy and that’s what matter’s. May only the best come your way, Nikkolle.

  12. Ginger Nicole  December 5, 2015


    Great story and thank you for sharing. Not surprisingly many of us have very similar journeys .


  13. Joanie Bartlett  December 23, 2015

    I know many of us have embraced the terminologies associated with wear the clothing of the gender is was marketed to if your gender is opposite to that marketing tool.
    I will not embrace it, and I recoil against in most of my conversations with people who use it. I almost liken it to the N word or the R word, or any other word used as a derogatory.
    I do not use it, because t is a social construct that diminishes a persons self express to something that should be devalued. Non of us should consider ourselves less than anyone because we fail to meet the stereotypical requirements place hard and fast onto men!
    And I will not us it until a masculine expressive female is called one as well.
    It’s a double standard to call a man who wishes to express in the feminine a cross dresser and not also call a masculine female a cross dresser.
    And yes we often do have to cross a line in order to express this femininity of ours to a point that we need to disguise ourselves as women to not be socially ridiculed or ostracized. But that again is society forcing us to conform.
    Just this last week my gf told her adult son about my being transgender. When she showed him photos of me in real life situations, his comments were, “Oh, that’s just crossdressing.” Oh no it isn’t! It is me trying to be me in a society that is bound and determined to call me something derogatory, rather then understand the many variations of gender! And like most of the people in this word I don’t want to be a stereotype or judged on a word that is in my opinion antique and in accurate! I mov that this word be struck from our conversations!

  14. Joanie Bartlett  December 23, 2015

    I will say that your story was wonderful to here and tells or yours and our story nicely. Looking at your photos of you in your red polo shirt I would not think of you as a “crossdresser” (cringe) but a causally dressed middle aged woman.


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