So, maybe I should start adding detail to this...
I remember wanting to trade clothes with my sister at 4 years old... We do ally did one night (I put on her nightgown) and she went to show my parents. They called me out to the living room, and when I got there, they started laughing, and couldn't stop. I ran back to our shared room and changed back right away. I did everything I could from that point forward to show that I was masculine. Fights in school, rough sports and play, you name it... I gave myself so many scars that I can't remember how I got 3/4 of them.
It wasn't till my teen years that I let myself try anything on again, not for lack of wanting by any stretch. I used to take girls shopping just so I could live vicariously in their clothes by helping them find them. But even as I started to wear clothes when completely alone, I always got a guilty feeling... At the time I was scared into Christianity, so I thought is was god telling me I was sinning. It was a horrible feeling. It wasn't till I was 23 years old or so that I even owned an article of women's clothing.... And that was because a girl left a pair of heels at my house. Two sizes too small, hurt like hell.... But I wore them for an hour a day or so every time I felt safe doing so. I again started feeling so guilty that I stopped, I even burned the shoes so I would not pull them out of the garbage.
In order to prove how masculine of a man I was, I started working construction, framing, concrete siding, finish work.... Basically all phases... And still do because I am the sole breadwinner and it's the only way I can afford to support my family. I have a hard time imagining how a conservative republican town would react to me dressing and transitioning, when we already have a certain reputation. I already got caught with nail polish on once, I said I had a daddy daughter night and let her paint my nails... The customer looked relieved and said that they would not have been as inclined to hire us because of it. We ended up getting the job, but, what the hell can I do now? I can't uproot my family... My daughter is finally in a good place mentally and has good friends, and stopped some things that were horrible and I probably shouldn't go into yet.
On the bright side, my wife is wonderful! She took the news of my wearing heels a little hard because I hid it from her for so long ( like 7 years), but once over the shock she supported me in it, and even helped me to realize that it was more than a fetish, that it wasn't weird, and that even if I decided to get srs and hrt, she would still stay with me because she fell in love with who I am, and I am still the same person. The only thing that is different is how I look. So... Now I am on the journey to discover exactly how far a need to go, and how far I am comfortable going along this path of self discovery.
I find that I want a woman's body, I want to be soft, and not hairy. I want to wear dresses, skirts, heels, cute flats, cute shirts, I love super flared jeans, jewelry, and makeup. I want to ha e girls night, and wear pretty nighties... And I accept myself for who I am. And need to finish learning who I am.
Thanks for reading if you made it this far. I look forward to meeting you all!!!