Stop Press: I am looking for on-line fiends to talk to and chat with over this and other issues. If you want to give it a whirl please drop me an e-mail.

I would have to describe myself as a thirty-three year old living in the West-Midlands, UK. Sarah is really a pseudonym. I use it, not to belie my actual sex of male, but as an expression that I get pleasure, from dressing up in clothes of the opposite sex. I am certainly do not want to take the step over to becoming a transsexual, or even a full-time drag-queen. I am more a "normal" member of Joe Public who on occasion relaxes while dressed. I wish I could pigeon hole myself into a certain life style, but it is near impossible. If you need a label then perhaps part-time crossdresser with good handle on what's real and what's not!

If I had a penny for every crossdresser's website that included the phrase "I first remember dressing when I was quite young" then I would have enough cash for a fantastic wardrobe of clothes. This site will not be the exception. I first remember dressing when I was quite young, perhaps 11 or so. This was a very minor event and merely took the form of wearing my mother's black boots. She didn't seem to mind, and as one of our neighbours said - "It's normal for young boys to try on their Mum's height heels. You only start to worry when they wear them out…".

A few further infractions occurred through-out my teens, including a few close calls when my parents returned early from some even or other. Then it was off to University and it all went quiet. After leaving Uni, whilst still in my early 20's I was to go in drag to a Halloween party. Some of my female friends were relishing in the idea. But it was to be a 'group' endeavour and my male colleagues all chickened out. As it happens I went as a medieval lord and still had to borrow a pair of black tights from a friend. Later on she insisted that I be subjected to a 'make-over' in the kitchen at the party. So I got half-way there!

It was not long after this that I realised that if I wanted to get dressed up, it had to be all or nothing. Just popping on panties or something similar did not seem worth it. This used to involve lots of shaving, plucking, and waxing (not as bad as you might think for the lower legs, totally awful around the bikini-line, however). I have even been out fully dressed, but only for a drive around.

Where I go now is uncertain, perhaps you have been there and have advice on what path you took. Perhaps I shall simply go on enjoying my hobby. Whatever, the future is arriving soon than I thought when I was eleven and tottering around in my first high heels!