I don't look much like a girl anymore. But when I was young, I could have passed for one with with the right makeup and wardrobe. In high school, I acted in a play involving one scene where I was in drag. I didn't want to admit to myself that I loved it.
A few years (not many) went by. In New York, my first adult girlfriend unexpectedly asked if she could make me up as a girl. I said no. I've often regretted that, because it might have changed our whole relationship. And maybe my relationship to New York, too.
Flash forward a few more years. I'm living in LA with a different girlfriend. She goes off to Central America for a couple of months, and one night I surprise myself by trying on her corset. I have a weird fantasy of parading down the street wearing it. But I do not.
Many more years go by. By now, I'm living in New Orleans, and my second marriage has broken up. I did buy a bra and panties from Family Dollar and feel very excited to put them on.
That was six years ago. By now, I'm just too damned old. But I did love dressing up as a woman.
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I'm probably more sub than dom, since I love the idea of being pegged. But I'm up for anything.
