By: Sylvia

Subject: Thoughts about Crossdressing

I’ve found Davina’s blog interesting and thought provoking, making me think about my own drives/urges/reasonings around transvestism.

I can trace my love affair with women’s things to around age 7/8. I was drawn to specific things, not like later, when I was drawn to everything! Heels are a passion I cannot explain: High heeled shoes were my first forays into transvestism (tv: it’s a long word to repeat!) Thankfully my mother and older sister weren’t tidy enough to spot that their shoes had moved from where they kicked them off, and the huge wardrobe in my room served everyone to some extent leaving goodies nearby. I would sneak a pair into the bathroom, and indulge (non-sexually) whilst filling the bath and draining it.

I instinctively felt it was wrong (probably a conditioned thing, but also good old Catholic guilt), so never told a soul about it. Earrings and lipstick came next, as well as hosiery of course. And so it developed. Into puberty and my dressing became fetshised and sexual; it was a sexy thrill.

I like girls and women, but am almost certainly, by any mark, bisexual. I have never really wanted to be a woman, but have fantasised about it. It was not until the internet that I branched out into the whole femme persona.

Now my reason for the walk down memory lane is because of suggestions I’ve seen raised that I might dress as a woman because my wife doesn’t; so I need the sexiness from somewhere. Plainly, my tv comes from way before that! Further, my wife of 36 years is very feminine. She has lovely clothes, and cart loads of high heels, and she spends 8 hours+ a day in them too. She never leaves the house without makeup and her hair done. She IS NOT the reason I’m a tranny!

Probably enough for 1 post!