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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Although I occasionally wore my mother’s silk panties in grade school, it was not until I got married after college that I really got hooked on lingerie. I inexplicably felt a very strong urge and desire to try on my wife’s sexy Vanity Fair nylon panties. Instantly I felt a rush of Adrenalin and fell in love with how the nylon felt on me. I was hooked for life. It was a very sensual experience that I never forgot,.
I got started when my girlfriend left a pair of her panties behind one morning. She left for work and I saw them on the floor and immediately tried them on. Green satin panties with the frilly little bow in front. After 20 years, I can still feel the rush I felt pulling them on for the first time! I took them off and went to work but kept thinking about them. I rushed home for lunch and tried them on again but this time kept them on while I went to work. I cannot explain how turned on I was all afternoon knowing I was wearing women’s panties while my co-worker’s had no clue! I dabbled with VS panties for years and liked their selection but sometimes the fit was more for the woman’s body than it was for a man’s but I couldn’t fault them for that. I love the styles they offer, even to this day and I still shop there from time to time. XDress has a better fit since it is designed for men. My only complaint is that the inventory runs out too quick on may of their styles. But I love the site and the selection. The Satin Hipsters are my new favorite followed closely by the Satin/Lace Brazil Panties!
My first experience wearing panties was pretty typical. I was 13, home alone, and was finishing some laundry my mom had left. I was folding laundry when I saw a pair of shiny blue VS satin panties. They were fresh from the dryer, so I decided to strip down and try them on right then and there. The warm satin felt amazing on my bottom, and I was hooked. I would sneak into my parents room once a month and steel a pair of my moms panties. For a while I would only wear them around the house when I was alone. I would strut around the house in just panties. It was amazing.
It wasn’t till I moved out a few years later that I started buying my own panties. Now I wear them everyday. I have no men’s underwear anymore.
I was so glad to come across this blog it helped me understand that im not alone in the way i feel. Mine started pretty early my parents separated when i was 5, so I pretty much was raised by my mother and my sister lived with us. My fist exploration happened with a very shiny skirt that belonged to my sister. I got caught trying that one on and my mom didn’t think too much about it she always called me sister anyway. After I tried that skirt I wanted to try more so i started sneaking into her room while she was away she was the black sheep and wasn’t usually home and my mom worked a lot to support us which left me at home with quite a bit of time on my hands. I can still remember the first pair of hers i snuck was a metallic purple thong. It was so hot this was all when i was about 6. It didn’t stop there I snuck quite a few more throughout the years discovering along the way that absolutely love string bikinis panties. I hid it from almost everyone except for one guy I slept with when I was a teenager he found out when my pants came off but he didn’t seem to mind it was a pair of silky string bikini that I lifted off my sister. It was actually really lonely not being able to tell anyone but the area of the country Im from it wouldn’t be accepted even by my closest friends. The only other person who knows about it now is my wife of almost 12 years she hasn’t known the whole time i told her almost 9 years ago and now I have an assortment of bras and panties that she’s ok with but I can tell she’s still not to keen on it. I have brought up lingerie and it started a huge fight between us and almost ended our marriage because she didn’t want me to. She’s more ok with panties than anything but i think thats because they can be pretty well hidden but I do have to say its gotten better i went with her to get a pedicure for the first time in my life 2 months ago and she loved it my tows are painted right now we plan on going again this next month she has no idea how happy she made me by not throwing a fit over my nails being painted she enjoyed the time and so did I I still feel so girly with my toes painted. I will be getting red next time they’re blue right now. Thats part of my story anyway im so glad I was finally able to share it with someone even if this is an old column. Thanks bunches y’all.
When did it all start!
From a young age I realized that I liked being a girl. Possibly in the games with my cousins and I looked at their pants and felt a great fascination. Later, also playing with a friend of mine, he asked me to be his wife. I was fascinated, I played the role as a whole. Every Wednesday, in our games, I was his wife, until the day he gave me a kiss on the mouth and stunned me. If I didn’t have a lot of doubts with less, I was a girl. It was even a first step to wear a pair of pants, on one of those Wednesdays he told me go to my mother’s dresser drawer and choose some pants to wear. I remember it as if it were today, blue with a nice touch.
Since then every Wednesday I wore underwear and never stopped assuming as a woman.
I don’t consider myself gay, but a woman!
Since then I have not stopped using underwear, although when I was at my parents’ house it was more complicated, since I went to college and now at work I use it daily and I can’t use anything else.
In addition to this relationship I had two more and I am lucky that these people encourage me to wear lingerie and pull on my feminine side. Thanks to Xdress for being able to share our stories.
I love you !!!!!
Francisca.