Hi, I am new to this website, but certainly not new to crosdressing. I am heterosexual, married, father and grandfather and have resumed my crossdressing adventure after a 44 year hiatus.
I dressed in my mom's clothes for about 4 years starting at age 11. I had always had a fascination with girl's clothes and even at age 7-8 I found an intense pleasure in watching girls at school who were all dressed up in pretty dresses, long hair, and hair ribbons. I think even at that age I was subconsciously jealous of those girls being able to wear such fun and pretty clothes.
Finally at age 11, my curiosity won out and I began by trying on some of my mother's undies, girdles and nylon stockings. That was about the extent of the activity, but I still found indescribable pleasure and delightful feelings by my new found adventure.
I thought that these fun episodes of experimentation were just a passing fancy.
I started dating at 16 and found no more urge to crossdress. I figured the crossdressing was a substitute for actual dating and now the dating replaced it permanently.
My wife and I met in high school and went together until after college when we were married. We have enjoyed a strong 37 year marriage and still have a regular and very enjoyable sex life.
About six months ago, I experienced an overpowering and undenaible urge to purchase and try on a pair of pantyhose. That was all, I thought, nothing more. I vaguely sensed that this was violating the male taboo I had followed faithfully all those years. Much to my delight, the sensations and excitement returned immediately and I began to periodically wear pantyhose with my walking shorts, a shirt and sandals.
Since then, my dressing has expanded to include a semi-complete collection of clothing with blouses, skirts, shoes and a multitude of stockings. I dress usually 3 days per week, while my wife is at work. I am semi-retired on an involuntary disability which happened about three years ago. I enjoy my dressing now as if it had always been a part of me. It feels totally natural when I am dressed but I have no desire of being a woman.
My primary issue at this time is an extreme worry about being found out by my wife. I have had two near misses recently, both of which were narrow escapes. The fear I felt during and after those incidents is very strong in me ona minute by minute basis when I am dressed, like right now, although I know my wife is not schedule to be home until later this afternoon. It's now 1.45 Pm. Still, I enjoy my crossdressing adventures tremendously and cannot describe the feelings of bliss, confidence and excitement I feel every time.
I find I am driven to an attitude of extreme vigilance and stealth because coming out of the closet at this time is not an option due to marital and family reasons.
I am try to calm down and enjoy my very opportune chances more fully and not be so obsessed with discovery. I realize this is a matter of personal reflection and self image, but I would still welcome any thoughts and suggestions you care to share.
Hope I wasn't too long winded, but this is the very first time I have told anyone else about my secret joy.
Love,
Gretchen