Greetings, my dear readers. First I want to express my appreciation for your responses to my blog postings. It is so rewarding to know that there are so many of you that share this common experience with me that we call, loosely, “crossdressing”. Perhaps a better term is “gender fluid.” That pretty much works for me, as we all have a sense of who we are that is much broader than the confining role of the traditional binary male. I can’t imagine going back to being the macho male I once pretended to be (I say “pretended” because that was never who I really was) and wearing those heavy, scratchy underwear. Thinking about this fascinating journey of embracing the inner femme that we know ourselves to be, I started wondering about what got us all started on this journey.
I’ve read a lot of posts on various sites, regarding crossdressing folks like us, and have found there are many starting points. Some have sisters, and got started by exploring their sister’s panty drawer, or closet in search of the perfect skirt or dress. Others went foraging in their mom’s closet and dresser. Others didn’t have a sense of their femme self until later in life and lived, or do live, in fear of discovery by their wives. Others, the most fortunate of all, have a spouse that is totally okay with the feminine side of her husband or significant other, and lives happily in the gender fluid world with him.
So, I have a question for you: what got you started, and at what age? When did you first slip on that luscious pair of panties and know you were hooked – that this was a part of who you are? When did you first try on that first bra, or blouse, or skirt, and know that this was something you just had to do? We all had some starting point that led to where we are now, and I would love to hear your stories. By reading the blogs here at Xdress, surely by now you know you are far from alone in this fascinating world of the gender fluid; you are part of a virtual community here at Xdress. Tell me your story – I would love to hear it!
Fondest regards,
Angie
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Started in 3rd grade, had to wear tights in a school play and really liked it.Progressed from there wearing moms clothes. Married now, wife knows and allows me to wear panties most of the time. Want to take it a lot further. I do have my own clothes and want to share my feminine side with wife.
A common theme tjought certainly not the only one
Is the early onset of fascination with panties (the closest thing to a womans physical womanhood by the way)
Guilt
Shame
Excitement
Occasionally 50:50 a wife a girl friend will understand and some even participate
As with pretty much everyone here, my fascination started young and in secret. My mother left my father, sisters and I to go start a new family when I was barely school age and I think that led to my having to figure out the societal contrast of “masculine” and “feminine” on my own. My sisters were never particularly “girly” and, with only my single father to take them shopping, their clothes were strictly utilitarian. I’d see pictures in catalogues and be mesmerized by the womanly shapes and textures on the pages but had no way to experiment. Fast forward to my early teens when my mother re-entered my life for a time and I would sneak through her drawers looking for something to try on. Fast forward again to my first girlfriends from whom I would request a pair of panties to keep at my place. While they did serve as a memento of the relationship, they spent more time on me than in my drawer. I would only use the articles for self-gratification at home. I would (as was written also experienced by others) go through periods of guilt/purge and toss everything out only to have to recompile later when the urge overwhelmed me.
When my wife and I first started dating, I threw out a shoebox full of panties. Of course, she saw the box in the trash and discovered my stash. At the time, my decision was to claim they were souvenirs of lovers past and I was purging them for the relationship to start fresh. After months however, I came clean that I used them for gratification and sometimes tried them on. Surprisingly, that admission was better received than the lie I’d tried to cover with. Still, I went panty-less for years – trying on my wife’s panties in secret and stealing her discarded pairs from the trash to squirrel away. Now, partially thanks to XDress and partially due to our in-depth personal discussions about the nature of masculine/feminine gender roles, she is accepting and complimentary about my desire to wear a myriad of underwear. I have my everyday pairs, then I have my “sexytime” pairs for intimate encounters. I still wear boxer briefs mixed in depending on my activities but all told, my wardrobe runs the gamut from prim and proper to downright scandalous and I love the contrast.
Longwinded I know but I appreciate the platform to divulge my never-before-discussed activities even if only to myself. Thank you XDress and thank you Angie.
I started experimenting with women’s clothing when I was 6 years old. I would sneak into my mothers bedroom and try on her bra and girdle and would wonder what caused me to desire wearing her undies. I was very confused but wanted to continue trying on any feminine piece of clothing I could find. Naturally through the years much was suppressed but there was something that excited me about panties and bras and the desire to wear them when ever I had a chance. In my early twenties i started purchasing my own panties, bras, and nighties, this progressed into dresses, shoes, wigs and makeup. I would have the guilt complex and purge everything, then I would start over again when I had the urge to dress up, many dollars went in the trash do to the guilt complex and purging. Fast forward to marriage and raising a family, I suppressed everything as much as I could but had some panties and nighties I kept in the attic for some dress up time when I was alone. Divorce took a toll on me and I lived alone for 10 years dressing more and more accumulating a beautiful wardrobe of dresses, bras, panties, shoes, makeup, and nighties. Enter my new girl friend who I fell in love with. I went to a transformation salon and had a makeover and photo shoot, while i was being made up the woman asked if my girlfriend knew and I replied no. She asked if I am going to tell her and i replied I am scared to, well she convinced me to open up and tell her, and now the rest is history! My new wife has taken me shopping and bought my nighties, panties dresses, skirts, tops,shoes,and nail polish. We even went to MAC and had them find the right foundation for my skin. I now wear panties everyday and go to bed every night in a nightie! I have my own dresser filled with panties, bras, jewelry, and stockings! Going for manis and pedis together is so much fun, I love the pampering. I am now guilt free, and happier than ever.
Michael
Great story
Must have been lots of fun and then to have acceptance
Great for you that your wife participates