Hi everyone! My name is Kelly and I am a 29 (almost 30
) year old MTF from Michigan.
My journey into all of this started around middle school. It was summer break. My immediate family and my aunt and uncle took a train trip out to California to visit another uncle. One day during the trip I was all alone in the guest house. I saw my mom's bathing suit laying around, so out of curiosity, i grabbed it and ran into the bathroom and tried it on. From then on, i became obsessed with cross-dressing.
Whenever everyone in the house would leave, I would run into my parent's room and go digging through my mom's clothing. I would try on bra's ( I filled the cups with socks and tennis balls lol), panties, shoes (if they fit, she had small feet) and stay in them until my dog started barking, warning me of somebody's arrival. I then started stashing some of her things in a great hidden area, so that I could get at them easily, privately, and whenever I wanted. Whenever I knew I had a lot of time to myself, I would go grab her lipstick and put that on; it sucked trying to completely remove it.
As i grew older, i grew bored with her clothes. She was old and wore boring old people things! I wanted to feel hot, sexy, young, and her stuff wasn't cutting it anymore. So one day, around 4 AM, i snuck out of my house and walked a mile at night to Meijers. I picked to go there because they were open 24/7, i figured nobody would be there at the time, and because they had just got those self-scanning machines so i could buy bra's and panties without anybody noticing. I didn't know that they had those undercover employees around the store looking out for shop-lifters. I think i spent an hour walking around, freaking out because somebody was following me the whole time. After i think i finally lost him, i headed over to the girly department, grabbed a few random things and ran over to pay for them. I kept doing that once in awhile for a few years or so.
Things continued to progress from there. A few years ago, while screwing around online, i accidently came across a drag-store. I just had to go check it out! It was a nice, long distance from my house, therefore it felt safe, because chances are I would never run into anybody that I knew. So a few days after, unable to resist, I mustered up the courage and drove out there. After I had finally found it, it must've taken me about an hour to actually pull into a nearby driveway (I couldn't pull into theirs! lol), and another half hour sitting in my car debating whether to walk over and go in or not. I finally did go inside...They had a lot of stuff their, but most of it in pretty cheap and crummy. However, they did have a ton of hot, sexy shoes, heels, and in big sizes that i could wear! I ended up buying some 5 in hooker heels (hehe
and some breastforms, with glue to attach em, and a few other junky things.
A few weeks later I went on a trip and brought a lot of those items with me. My plan was to go out in public dressed like that, but i never did (still was a fun, exciting trip, and a good learning experience as well). I ended up hating the breast forms, they looked ugly and fake and I didn't like having to glue them on. They looked and felt fake. I wanted real boobs!
Now maybe a year and a half ago, again randomly searching the web, I came across a site that promised breast growth with the use of phytoestrogens. I figured, yeah right, that's real, what a scam, etc... and did some searches about them. Still very skeptical, i figured what the hell, and like a day later, i decided to try it. I couldn't resist, my desire was that bad (don't be like me! Go to a therapist or a doctor. Self-medication is bad! Do as i say, not as i do!!!!). I started to let my hair grow out around that time as well (it is now at the bottom of my neck and covers my ears on the side...would be longer if my boss and co-workers didn't yell and complain and say it looks like crap all the time and that I need a haircut and that I'm not giving you your pay until you do...etc.........
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Anyways that was round the end of November, 2012. I have continued to use them and growing my hair (takes forever, people say my hair grows super fast but sure doesn't seem that way...) and i got some tiny boobs now. But ya, I came across this site a few months ago and have been secretly and silently reading various posts since then.
Tomorrow, well today now... Jan 21st, I have a meeting with my school adviser and I was planning on telling her about some of this. I have always been depressed, probably pretty severely, so I was gonna ask her help. I figure she might know some people or be able to recommend something or somebody, and that it might be better doing it this way than just randomly looking on the net and going to some unknown person. She is a nurse and a doctor in anthropology or something. I took a hospice class with her so we have some history dealing with these uncomfortable topics. I was then gonna mention some of this as well, though I am unsure how to go about doing it. I am afraid about how it might go, however. I am going to a private, Catholic university, and I just got accepted into my program (I start those courses in Sept, 2014). It has taken me forever to get to this point, and I am actually super excited to start the program, but I am afraid about what might happen if I tell her about some of this. So I guess I am asking, what should I do? Should i talk to her about this, how should I do it, etc? Thanks!
-Kelly
