Hi All, I say "retired" in that I'm not currently dressing and don't really have any real need to anymore. My story seems to be the same or similar to a lot of others on here (I've not finished reading everything yet!). Basically, I've been into the idea of crossdressing for a looooong time, I dabbled every now and then but nothing serious. I did start dressing quite a lot, late at night, but it wasn't very good. Then I discovered silicone masks, and breastplates and things changed. Of course, then we had a pandemic and once that had cleared and I was still working from home I had the freedom to dress and so I did. A lot. It became an obsession for me, and I was totally addicted to Instagram; trying to get as many likes as possible and working with the algorithm to get as risque and raunchy as possible to drive up the stats. I didn't realise at the time that Instagram was the problem, not the crossdressing. But I decided on a whim (probably horny... always horny when dressing, when horny I make bad decisions!) that I'd tell my wife all about it. All at once. Everything. Even Instagram. Then (get this) I fucked off to the pub for the night with some friends. And left her stewing over this life changing bombshell I dropped on her. Don't ask me what I was thinking, because I clearly wasn't. So, the next few months are painful. Tears, arguments, I'm getting strips torn off me all the time. But we somehow worked through it all and I vowed not to dress again in secret. If I wanted to, I'd ask her first and then we'd work something out. To be honest, it opened up a load of communication between us and I think we're better for it. We're more like a married couple now instead of a forced business partnership. But I would not recommend the way I did it at all. Thanks for listening :-) Cheers, Formerly Robyn. FaceApp is a wonderful app by the way!

Being a crossdresser can sometimes feel like living a double life—one that’s rich with emotion, expression, and identity, yet kept carefully hidden away. Even in a world with online communities, forums, and blogs like mine, where connection is just a click away, it can still feel surprisingly lonely. Sometimes you meet another t-girl and have a great chat. You share stories—how you first dressed, how far you’ve come, whether you’ve told your partner or are still carrying that secret alone. You might even swap advice, trade tips, or just have a laugh about makeup mishaps or wardrobe wins. There are moments of genuine connection, and they matter. But often, those conversations can feel fleeting. We log off, and that part of ourselves goes back in the box. We go back to pretending. Because the truth is, crossdressing is still taboo in many circles. We don’t know how someone will react if we open up. Will they be understanding, curious, confused—or will they turn away? Some of us have seen relationships falter or end because of this side of ourselves. It’s heartbreaking and leaves many scared to ever bring it up again. So we keep it to ourselves. But we’re not the only ones carrying the weight of secrecy. Our partners—those we’ve told—often shoulder it with us. Wives and girlfriends who’ve come to accept or try to understand our crossdressing can feel just as alone. Who can they talk to? It’s not exactly an easy topic to raise over coffee with a friend. They may fear being judged, misunderstood, or exposing something we’ve worked hard to keep private. That isolation is very real. That’s why it’s so valuable when wives and partners chime into our conversations, offer their point of view, or even start forming their own support networks. Hearing a woman say, “I get it, I’ve been there,” can mean the world to another partner silently struggling to make sense of things. It’s healing for all of us when we talk. When we’re honest. When we listen without judgement. Crossdressers need to talk to other crossdressers. Wives need to talk to other wives. And both need to be able to talk to each other—because it’s only through talking that we take down the walls of secrecy and fear. We don’t always have the answers, but we do have stories, and those stories matter. They’re lifelines in what can otherwise be a lonely sea. So let’s keep the conversation going—whether it’s in forums, messages, blogs, or quiet chats over a walk. Let’s make it less lonely, for all of us. This Forum is here for everyone to add their thoughts start a post, connect, comment chat.. Support one another ❤ Davina

Over the years, I’ve spoken to countless crossdressers and partners. One thing that stands out is how varied our experiences are. For some, crossdressing begins as a hobby—a playful escape, a bit of fun with fabrics and fantasy. For others, it becomes something deeper: a need. It offers peace, relief, or a way to process emotions. And for a few, it forms part of a core identity, almost like meeting your real self in the mirror. I personally find it shifts over time. What began as a secret thrill evolved into a sanctuary—a place I feel grounded. So… where do you fit? Has it changed for you? Is it fixed or fluid?