- Member Type: Silver Member
- Age: 52
- Location: , NY, United States
- Orientation: Straight (Genetic Male )
- Listed As: Girl (M2F)
- Looking For: Friends
- Last Active: Feb 21st, 2018
- Joined: Oct 19th, 2017
I grew up in a small town. As a young boy I discovered that I liked wearing a bra stuffed with padding. When I saw myself with breasts for the first time it sealed my fate. I knew I would wear a stuffed bra again and again. Then I quickly escalated from just wearing a stuffed bra to wearing a complete female outfit. I really enjoyed dressing so much when I was growing up; however, I always knew I was a man.
I never really went all out in my crossdressing when I was a kid or teen. When I saw friends dress as young women for Halloween, I was always jealous of them because I did not dress up too. Back then I did not want others to know how much I enjoyed being dresseed. I did not think I could hide my feelings. So I didn't do it.
Eventually I met a wonderful woman and I married; and yes she knew about my dressing habits before our wedding. My wife varies between not approving and approving of this activity. I really did not dress much during our marriage until I was laid off several years ago.
I like to think I have gone from my initial crossdressing look to being able to impersonate an attractive woman. Now I even buy my own female clothing. Now I dress up in my clothes, pads, wigs and forms. I have gotten better at makeup and even wear a wig.I think that now I can present a pretty good illusion of a woman; albeit a tall curvy woman.
I still like to wear large breasts forms. When I started this habit I wore the bras that were available to me and they were DD. I think just got comfortable being a curvy babe. Now that I wear forms I enjoy the bounce of my 'boobs' when I walk.
I truly love dressing like a women; and yet, I have no desire to be anything other than a man. My temporary expression of being a woman feels good to me. Crossdressing is more like a fun hobby than anything else. My stories are mostly true and somewhat edited to protect the innocent
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