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Ever since my school play experience (They later made me wear thick green woolen tights for my role), I have been facinated with wearing women's clothes.
I used to sneek into my mothers bedroom whenever she was out, and rummage through her drawers & wardrobe, looking for bra's, panties, stockings or tights and anything else to make me feel feminine.
Squeezing my feet into her size 4 shoes and donning one of her many pretty dresses, I felt like a million dollars. It felt so natural, so liberating, any worries I had seemed to just float away.
One day the inevitable happend. I was caught by my younger sister in all my glory. Rather than exploiting the situation, she seemed to enjoy the fact I was dressed, and went on to be an invaluable source of help. Encouraging me at every opportunity and later, giving me tips on make up, dress sense and even teaching me how to walk in high heels.
All the way through my early teens, I would dress at every chance I had and built up quite an extensive wardrobe of dresses, skirts, blouses, underwear and, of course, shoes. Venturing out sometimes with my sister, who enjoyed our little excursions to the shops, revelling in the idea of having a sister. |
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By the time I reached my late teens, like so many transvestites, the dreaded guilt complex raised it's ugly head. My entire wardrobe ended up in the bin.
It was not until I was about 24 that I started dressing again. I'd left home and moved into a flat, This gave me the freedom to dress whenever I wanted, which was most nights. My sister staying every weekend helping to create Nicola.
In 1994, I met my wife and thought my dressing days were over. However, after a drunken night out, we were in bed and I asked her if she would dress up in stockings and suspenders for me. She refused, saying she didn't like them and were uncomfortable. When I explained that I thought they were sexy and that I loved the feel of silky nylon against my skin, she replied "Well you wear them"!!!! So I did..... She liked the experience so much she now actively encourages me to dress. |
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