Well I thought I would add I long reply for myself more than else. Feel free to read away as it is a long description of my life in skirts.
Well I knew from early on that I wanted to wear skirts. I tried on my mums dress when I was very young as I always wanted to know how it felt to wear a skirt and be a girl. That did not work out well as my mums clothes where way to big and I had no Sisters to try their clothes. Within this period I did some other stuff that was no good so I will not detail them.
One of my early memories of wearing girl stuff was when I was a school and I was in a play. One of my friends convinced me to wear a Tutu home from the shops. The zipper got stuck that day so I wore it have way home until my dad pick me up. I wore that tutu a couple of times in private in my bed room and never got caught. My friend however never did his side of the bargain - he was meant to wear his pink dress around the shops.
No much happened between then and after Uni. In high school I did have a bit of trouble because of my curiosity and my parent wondered at the time if I was gay but they did not try and understand what was causing me trouble at the time. At Uni I was made to put on a dress on one drunken day buy that was a non event. I was very conservative at Uni and was a bit lonely and had my usual feeling about skirts.
After Uni I moved to Canberra and things started to get interesting a few years after that once I move to a house in Florey with Paul. Paul remands a good friend of mind but within his house is when I started to wear dresses. He had a girl friend and that left me home alone. I brought a few dresses from second had shops and wore them where I could. After a couple of years there I left for 18 months overseas and 12 months in Sydney. When over seas I did have that cross dressing party in Africa. My first photo on here was taken from that night. Everyone commented that night I looked natural in a skirt and I wonder where that came from. It is a comment that I have now heard many times.
I came back to Canberra in 2001 and found a flat by myself. Within my flat in Hackett I started my skirt and dress collection again. I remember getting a make-over at the local shops and come home and putting on my dress. It was a fun day that I enjoyed until my concious got the better of me and I took of my make-up. Within that period I brought about 3 skirts and a dress.
After a couple of years I moved to my current home and was alone for a while to continue my collection. In particular a brought I pink dress that a few months later one a flat mate he almost caught me in. My first flat mate did not last long and I was alone again and free to dress.
After the first year in my house I had my pink party. I was looking for a theme for the party and over a number of weeks I came up with a pink theme. It was hard for my friends to convince me to wear a dress for the night
but I brought another pink dress and remember email my friend about how happy I was once I go the dress. Around that time I let slip to my friend that I indeed had a collection of skirts at home but they did not comment too much on that. The party went well and I was the only guy in a dress but that was OK.
At the start of last year my current flat mate moved in and my clothes where put away for about six months. I tried to be good and move on but the frustration of not been able to wear a skirt got the better of me. I started out by finding a therapist as I saw a definition of transvestic Fetishism on another website and wanted to get it out of my life. I have always worried about the sexual element of me and my skirts as I am a very conservative person. In my early session I was not much use as I was all over the place. I can not remember what she suggested but she made sure I got in touch within someone from the CTN (Canberra Transgendered Network) so I had an outlet. The cost made me try to move on and over the last Christmas I put my skirts away when my parents came to visit. I had told my mum by this time I liked to wear skirts and she just thought it was a phase.
After Christmas our triathlon group went down to Thredbo and my frustration continued. I got drunk a few nights in Thredbo through this frustration. A go description of what went on the Thredbo can be found here
http://www.tomscafe.org/forums/showthread.php?t=8660. An extract follows.
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Once my parent had left I was still in denial mode but things came into focus when I went down the Thredbo with a group of my friends. Zoe was wearing a nice knee length skirt and for at least two days or I could think about was wearing her skirt. I felt very unballanced and to compansate I drank a little to much. I was very keen to talk to all of the girls about skirts and I think they relised I was having problems. Lucky after a couple of days I started to feel better but when the question was asked 'What is your favorite place?' my mind initially thought 'Wearing a skirt!' (it was only a couple of hours latter I though of a place close to my heart as I spent I lot of time there growing up). On another day when ridding back to Thredbo I was ridding with the girls and my mind thought that since I was with the girls I could ask to Zoe to wear her skirt." I actually rang my therapist from Thredbo as I knew I had to see her again. I eventually got an appointment and have since been regularly seeing her. After Thredbo I group went down to the coast for a triathlon and I had decided to wear a skirt after the race. That did not happen however through I did out Zoe aside to show her the skirt I wanted to wear.
I guess the next big think to happen where the glamour shots a few weeks ago. I was happy that night especially when they said I could pass as a woman. I was so happy that I invited everyone to another pink part here at my place which I do not think will go ahead. After that I wondered about my future and got depressed. Everyone seam to agree that I look good in a skirt and I also enjoy wearing them. I do not know what will happen but I know it will be interesting.
My appointments with my therapist have mainly been focused on build a support network and Susan's will be a big part of that. Hopefully and can find some inner peace and just enjoy what I like to do.
Thanks to anyone who has read to the bottom.
Alice
