Hi everyone, Tina here. I'm a crossdresser and here is a little of my story.
When I was young, people regularly mistook me for a girl, which I didn't mind at all. In fact, it made me feel good. At about 12 years old I started crossdressing whenever I could get away with it. I would sneak out of the house, to the mall or on other outings, in girls clothes. I was very happy with myself in those days. My family would have had a cow had they found out, so I had to be pretty sneaky about it.
As I got older, it got harder and harder to pass, plus the pressure to be a macho "he-man" got stronger, so I stopped as much as I could. I still couldn't pass by women's clothes or shoes while out shopping without looking at all the pretty things, even if just for a minute.
Time went by. I joined the Army, got a macho job, got married, had kids, but I still wasn't happy. I wanted to dress all the time and when I finally got the courage up to mention it to my wife, she seemed encouraging. The first time I dressed for her, at her request, she freaked out. Back into the closet I went.
I'm sick to death of denying myself and who I am. I've come to realize that life is too short. Earlier this week I did something that, for me, was the bravest thing I've ever done. I got all dressed up, did my hair nice, put on makeup and went shopping and to a movie. I had to go alone, which was a bummer but all in all I had a good time. I just wish I had some supportive people to do things with.
