I eagerly wanted to be a lady when I was 4 or 5 years old. At a mid night, I tried to wear silk stockings which a lady left in the room. They were too large for my little legs of a kid and it surprised me because I strangely expected they should fit to my legs. My mom woke up to help me wear them, but still they were too lose. This my first memory on my transsexualism.
Thereafter I always have tried hard to hide my transsexualism, even denying that in my mind, until I got my ph.d. degree at my later 30's.
Now I do not hide it, although I do not any plan to transition. My natural body and face is already relatively feminine, although I feel that my face becomes masculine with my age.
I think my crossdressing is between a choice and a must. It's like sex. A few men can live without sex for their entire life like a monk, but most people should sometimes do that. In my case, I do not need to live fully as a woman, but just sometimes want to crossdress to be shown as a woman, hopefully a sexy one.
I want to be confirmed that I can look to people as sexy as other striking women. I am jealous of them because I can not wear freely like them. I like to stand next to young women who have a nice figure and seem to show off it. I just want to let people know that I can look as sexy as those women. It is not perfect, but I sometimes attract a lot attention and praise. That is my goal, not any more, and I do not seek having sex as a woman. Just in my fancy.
I am satisfied as a parttime woman.
Barbie~~