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.
Hi Tina,
I think you must have seen my post in Ellen's introduction. So, I am 51, came to those conclusions last year. Thanks for sharing. It is a brave thing you did. Then admitting it here is likewise difficult. Thank you.
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Quote from: TinaW on June 17, 2016, 01:55:06 PM
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.
Hi Tina,
Welcome to Susan's.
I love your courage. I too first tried to tell my wife 21 years ago and she freaked out as well. I withdrew into the closet and finally could not hide anymore 19 years later. In an emotional discussion, I poured my heart out.
I can't go out in our city due to fear of reputation damage, fear of the big step itself and also my wife would not let me.
I have a lot of freedom to dress as to how I want at home when timing permits.
I would also like to have a kindred spirit close by for support and sharing. It is hard to find someone when we all hide away.
You will find plenty of support here and I look forward to your future posts of your journey.
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Hi Tina :icon_wave:
Welcome to Susan's :) Glad to have you here, join on in the fun
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