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.