I am now 50.... for as long as I can recall I have enjoyed the secret thrill of wearing women’s clothes. I have pondered and questioned inwardly as to why? I can safely say that if you are not into it, well then you aren’t into it. There is no point anyone justifying their choices to others that do not understand. However I digress from my original intention here....... So how did it start for me? I wasn’t introduced to it, nor have I even heard of it before. I was very young. I spent a lot of time at my grandparents house because both my parents worked and...... they had a massive garden and a huge garage filled with all sorts of places to play. One day I was rummaging in the garage and found a bag of old clothes..... mixed stuff, some barely passable for rags.... anyway I kept looking and looking and I came across a beautiful white dress, a very fancy dress, silk on the outside and edged with lace-like frills. It was if the world stopped for me. I was mesmerised. I held the dress up and although it was dark in the garage, it shone brightly. I felt this immediate tingle of excitement as I stared and stared at the dress.... I could feel my heart stammering. I knew I couldn’t be seen wearing it but I simply had to put it on. I had to. I wanted to. I quickly tore off my shorts and t-shirt and then panicked as I had no real idea of how to put it on. So I fumbled and squirmed and then realised the back of the dress had a series of clasps which I nervously undid..... now the dress slid over my head and shoulders easily..... and then it happened..... that amazing feeling of the cool silk against my skin. I was the whole time conscious that anyone could have walked in on me..... my ears had never been more alert!!!! It was probably only for a few brief seconds that I dared to wear that dress. There was an old dresser in the garage with a large mirror, I looked at myself and what I saw was confusing and confronting, yet underneath it all remained this whole feeling of nervous excitement. Despite my naiveness, I was aware that I had become aroused..... I’m not sure over the passages of time if that equated to an erection.... however, I remember that feeling of being aroused, heart stammering, and the world stopping.......If you got to this point, then pls accept my thanks.
