Crossdressing has been one of the most important aspects of my life. My first experience was with my mother's things when I was still in my single-digit years and has progressed, unabated to the present. My first wife was fully supportive, almost to a fault. We gave new meaning to "role-reversal", and my second wife, after learning of the other me has kind of looked the other way. Dressing as a woman has defined a part of who I am and I am quite satisfied with how it has molded me.
Going out dressed as a woman has never posed a problem, though I do imagine I have been read several times. My first foray was when I was 16, and while absolutely nerve-racking it was my epiphany. While I said I must have been read, only once has anyone ever approached me, and that was a woman in a movie theatre. She saw me in the bathroom and as we were filing out through the lobby, placed her hand on my elbow and asked me "the question". I was flustered but immediately realised she was not a threat, and admitted that yes, I was a man. She said her late husband was a crossdresser and she just knew I was one and simply had to ask. We went out after for a late night bite and became fast friends and remained so until she passed away a few years ago.
I have always dreampt of having SRS or living full time as a woman but always reached the conclusion that neither option was really an option and have been content, as the vast majority of us have, to being a part time woman. [edit][/edit]
