I started cross-dressing at about 11, in a furious effort to appease my trans desires, and the reaction of my mom when I got nearly immediately caught in my early stumbling efforts drove me to stop until I moved out for college, and then a few years later, again, when I moved cross-country to eventually marry my first wife, with whom I have a now-12 yo daughter. About 3 years later, the marriage crumbled, and that was sort of the bursting of the dam. I started dressing in secret, but a couple years later, came out to my second wife as a cross-dresser, which is honestly how I identified. My second (current) wife was and is supportive of occasional girly sessions, she encouraged my attending a local support group, and I love her immensely.
But... a few months ago, while attending counseling sessions, the psychiatrist suggested she thought I was trans, and after consideration, I think I agree. I'm still solely gynephillic, though, and while my ex- and daughter took it pretty well, my wife informed me that while she could support me if I did transition, that would mean the end of our romantic pairing
Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk