Greetings, my dear readers. First I want to express my appreciation for your responses to my blog postings. It is so rewarding to know that there are so many of you that share this common experience with me that we call, loosely, “crossdressing”. Perhaps a better term is “gender fluid.” That pretty much works for me, as we all have a sense of who we are that is much broader than the confining role of the traditional binary male. I can’t imagine going back to being the macho male I once pretended to be (I say “pretended” because that was never who I really was) and wearing those heavy, scratchy underwear. Thinking about this fascinating journey of embracing the inner femme that we know ourselves to be, I started wondering about what got us all started on this journey.
I’ve read a lot of posts on various sites, regarding crossdressing folks like us, and have found there are many starting points. Some have sisters, and got started by exploring their sister’s panty drawer, or closet in search of the perfect skirt or dress. Others went foraging in their mom’s closet and dresser. Others didn’t have a sense of their femme self until later in life and lived, or do live, in fear of discovery by their wives. Others, the most fortunate of all, have a spouse that is totally okay with the feminine side of her husband or significant other, and lives happily in the gender fluid world with him.
So, I have a question for you: what got you started, and at what age? When did you first slip on that luscious pair of panties and know you were hooked – that this was a part of who you are? When did you first try on that first bra, or blouse, or skirt, and know that this was something you just had to do? We all had some starting point that led to where we are now, and I would love to hear your stories. By reading the blogs here at Xdress, surely by now you know you are far from alone in this fascinating world of the gender fluid; you are part of a virtual community here at Xdress. Tell me your story – I would love to hear it!
Fondest regards,
Angie
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I was so glad to come across this blog it helped me understand that im not alone in the way i feel. Mine started pretty early my parents separated when i was 5, so I pretty much was raised by my mother and my sister lived with us. My fist exploration happened with a very shiny skirt that belonged to my sister. I got caught trying that one on and my mom didn’t think too much about it she always called me sister anyway. After I tried that skirt I wanted to try more so i started sneaking into her room while she was away she was the black sheep and wasn’t usually home and my mom worked a lot to support us which left me at home with quite a bit of time on my hands. I can still remember the first pair of hers i snuck was a metallic purple thong. It was so hot this was all when i was about 6. It didn’t stop there I snuck quite a few more throughout the years discovering along the way that absolutely love string bikinis panties. I hid it from almost everyone except for one guy I slept with when I was a teenager he found out when my pants came off but he didn’t seem to mind it was a pair of silky string bikini that I lifted off my sister. It was actually really lonely not being able to tell anyone but the area of the country Im from it wouldn’t be accepted even by my closest friends. The only other person who knows about it now is my wife of almost 12 years she hasn’t known the whole time i told her almost 9 years ago and now I have an assortment of bras and panties that she’s ok with but I can tell she’s still not to keen on it. I have brought up lingerie and it started a huge fight between us and almost ended our marriage because she didn’t want me to. She’s more ok with panties than anything but i think thats because they can be pretty well hidden but I do have to say its gotten better i went with her to get a pedicure for the first time in my life 2 months ago and she loved it my tows are painted right now we plan on going again this next month she has no idea how happy she made me by not throwing a fit over my nails being painted she enjoyed the time and so did I I still feel so girly with my toes painted. I will be getting red next time they’re blue right now. Thats part of my story anyway im so glad I was finally able to share it with someone even if this is an old column. Thanks bunches y’all.
My 6 weeks marriage is coming to an end, My wife is suspecting that i am having an affair with her bestfriend, I came home 3 days ago and she was gone.
When did it all start!
From a young age I realized that I liked being a girl. Possibly in the games with my cousins and I looked at their pants and felt a great fascination. Later, also playing with a friend of mine, he asked me to be his wife. I was fascinated, I played the role as a whole. Every Wednesday, in our games, I was his wife, until the day he gave me a kiss on the mouth and stunned me. If I didn’t have a lot of doubts with less, I was a girl. It was even a first step to wear a pair of pants, on one of those Wednesdays he told me go to my mother’s dresser drawer and choose some pants to wear. I remember it as if it were today, blue with a nice touch.
Since then every Wednesday I wore underwear and never stopped assuming as a woman.
I don’t consider myself gay, but a woman!
Since then I have not stopped using underwear, although when I was at my parents’ house it was more complicated, since I went to college and now at work I use it daily and I can’t use anything else.
In addition to this relationship I had two more and I am lucky that these people encourage me to wear lingerie and pull on my feminine side. Thanks to Xdress for being able to share our stories.
I love you !!!!!
Francisca.
It is nice to have online access to others that wear. Years ago we did all this is without any real outlet. 61 now and times have changed. Before I share my story I will say with respect to all the reasons we wear, I wear because they make me feel sexy and comfortable, in the bedroom or day to day. I’ve also just been into wearing the panties and sometimes stockings/garters. I don’t think I every would have made a good “girl” even when I was young. So I am the male who wears undies. I have enjoyed wearing for men and ladies over the years but there is something so erotic about seeing a mans eyes looking at you while you wear and he is turned on….
Growning up in Florida I had the chance to work a summer cleaning a neighbors pool while they were out of town. So into the house and into the panty drawer curious 13 year old me went. she was an older lady maye late 50’s but she had wonderful lingerie and such sexy panties. At first I just played with myself holding them, loving the feel of the fabric and the look. Soon I had to try them on. Don’t a lot of guys in their lives try some on at one time or another? Well I was hooked.
After a hitch in the army I came back to Fla and had an apt and I would “find” panties in a laundry room or a thrift store and that was my playtime. I started going to the adult book stores and now and then wear some there to watch the movies. One day an older man maybe in his 60’s came into the booth I was in because the lock would not catch. I am standing there in only a pair of white satin with lace trim string bikini panties. I am frozen standing there and one thing leads to another. Just the feeling of seeing how excited he was turned me on so much.
I love women and I don’t see ever being totally fem but are there many of you other there that feel the same way? That sometimes its fun to try the other way so to speak. Panties make that happen for me. Just thought I’d share.
I love stories about teenagers trying on their mother’s or sister’s panties and instantly becoming aroused. My sexuality emerged slowly and it never occurred to me to do anything like that. The first I knew about crossdressing, as a student in the 1960s, was from a book called ‘Sexual Deviation’ by Anthony Storr, a psychotherapist. He mentioned how some men liked to crossdress and pleasure themselves, often in front of a mirror. I realised at once that this would please me a lot! Storr reckoned that my condition was neurotic, and curable by psychotherapy. I knew I wasn’t ill and did not want to be ‘cured’.
Fast forward a few years. I had been married for a year and found myself alone in the house. I slipped on one of my wife’s nighties, then stood in front of a mirror and did what came naturally, with the greatest enjoyment. I was now officially a sexual deviant and it felt fantastic! From then on I was hooked. I relied on my wife’s wardrobe for some years. If she suspected anything, she never said so. (Many years later, she was dismayed to find part of my stash, but at least it didn’t include anything of hers!) Later I discovered other sources of my favourite garments, which helped me realise that there must be many others who shared my tastes. It would still be more than 20 years before the advent of that godsend Apres Noir/Xdress, which enabled so many of us to buy pretty things which fitted perfectly and did not show under our clothing, to say nothing of gorgeous babydolls in satin, chiffon and lace.