I’m a boy who loves to dress up like a girl on occasion. I’m truly beginning to embrace to who I am, and it’s a marvelous feeling. A large part of that feeling comes from having so many of my friends and family that accept me for who I am - something I would always have been terrified wouldn’t happen when I lived back in the South. To those who I have shared my most person secret, and who have accepted me as I am with open arms: thank you for all of your love and support.
At this point, I’m really just getting started in my adventures. But I suppose I should describe where I am and how I got here. Let’s start with the latter:
Growing up, I routinely felt different from my “normal” male counterparts. I distinctly felt like a boy: I liked girls, I liked some sports, I loved the outdoors; but I was distinctly different: I liked girly things (writing notes, pretty penmanship, etc) and I was jealous of the girls - they got so many cute clothes and hair styles and what did I get? Jeans and t-shirts. Boys were just so boring.
One summer when I wasn’t even a pre-teen, I was staying at my grandparents house as I often would. I stayed in one of my aunts old bedrooms. She’d recently finished college and had been married, but had left some of her stuff at her parents house. In her dresser drawer, I found the most adorable, silky turquoise and white polka dot panties. I took them, I tried them on, and I loved the softness of the fabric. That was my first cross dressing experience.
I found other things that I would have loved to try on, but my fear of being caught kept me from exploring these new feelings further.
The following summer, I was on our family farm in another aunt’s trailer. She was at work, my uncle was running things down at the chicken houses, and I was left to my own devices back in the trailer. Exploring the house and rifling through closets looking for something to play with, I found several of my aunt’s prom dresses (thinking back, those might have been bridesmaid’s dresses, but who cares! They were pretty!). I remember taking them out of the closet and trying one on. I looked in the mirror and I loved what I saw: elegance. I yearned for more of that… one day, I would fined a way to have that.
There were other instances growing up where I cross dressed to varying degrees. I found my mother had some lingerie - a floor length gown that exuded elegance. When my parents would leave and my sister was away, I would dawn that gown and lay around the house watching TV. Interestingly, it was never sexual. I was old enough for it to be, but I usually found myself just wanting to relax and enjoy my feelings of liberty and happiness. Unfortunately, it was all to often interrupted by my parents arriving home before I expected them and me rushing to put things away just the way they were, praying I wouldn’t be caught.
Fast forward to my adult life.
After moving out of the house, I replaced all of my underwear with the women’s variety. I remember once going to JC Penny and telling the sales associate that the panties were for me because the fabric in men’s underwear was so terrible. She then took me to the men’s department because she “could swear they had something similar” to what I was buying. They didn’t, she conceded.
I also started wearing bras. I’m a bit heavy and because of that have a sizable bust. I was actually called out on this several times, as early as 10, for my “bouncing tits” when playing sports. Now that I lived on my own, I could wear sports bras and such to keep things in place, where they should be.
So there’s my journey to the beginning of this adventure. I’m sure I’ve left out plenty of details and anecdotes, but they would really add much to the story. All I have left to say is that I love who I am, I love what I do, and I’m excited to have friends who love and except me for that.
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