Laynie's Lady Tendencies

Name: Layne Ann

Location: Atlanta, GA

Age: Mid-forties

Status: Happily Married

Height: 6'1" (6'4" in heels)

Eyes: Bedroom Blue

Hair: Blonde

Dress Size: 18-20

Shoe Size: 12-13

Dress Style: Business or Dressy

Spouse: Supportive and accepting

Hobbies: Sports and model trains

Welcome to my little piece of the information highway. Glad you could drop in and hope you will return. I am in the process of building this web site. So please be patient. Hopefully bigger and better things are to come.

 A Short Bio

Hello id, goodbye superego, this gal's libido is on the move and I am out of the closet! Out of the closet has a special meaning to "gals" like me. It takes on a literal meaning in that I am finally egressing from my secure closet of feminine things and proclaiming to the world that I am transgendered. What that means is that I have a very strong female side of my personality (anima). I do not desire to be a genetic female, only look like one. I am different from a transsexual person in that I do not want to be a woman. While many mental health professionals would desire to diagnose me as a transvestite, I am more correctly an autogynephiliac. What separates me from the transvestite is that I wish not only to wear women's clothing, I also wish I could wear their whole body. Since I cannot wear a women's body, I settle for the next best thing and that is to wear women's clothing. And dressing in women's is what I have done practically my whole life, starting when I was four or five.

It has taken me many years to reach peace with my self. This has been aided by the love and support of my spouse. I told her of my crossdressing prior to marriage. When I realized that there was much more to our relationship, I sat her down one fateful day and told her. While I knew she loved me greatly, I was not sure how she would respond to my disclosure that I enjoyed wearing feminine clothing. It all went remarkably well. She listened intently and nodded her understanding. She asked questions about when it started, did my parents know, have I told others, and could she see my wardrobe. Not a single disparaging look or remark. Knowing that she was the first person that I confided in and she said she felt honored that I would share such a personal secret. She also assured me that no matter where our relationship was headed, she would not share this with anyone.

Her understanding and acceptance made me feel healthy and whole. She did not see me as some pervert, but as a loving and caring person that had a special way of expressing his/her personality.

Shortly after that fateful evening of disclosure we had the opportunity to  spent the evening together with her assisting me with my dressing and makeup. Once I was dressed, we sat down together to share a bottle of wine. She laughed at how she should have figured it out much earlier in our relationship -- all the signs were there. I was always interested in shopping with her and I was very knowledgeable about clothing and makeup. She had attributed that to my having a younger sister. Later that evening we changed into nightgowns and made love.  It was at that point that I felt fully accepted. The genie was out of the bottle from that moment on in our lives. 

Since then our relationship has grown, as well as our family. Not as much time to dress as before kids.  My spouse helps me identify excuses that we can use for dad not being home so that he can dress and go to a club, party or Tri-Ess function.

Even with all the support from my spouse, it is not an easy road. I often find myself conflicted between the desire to dress and do other things, such as being with family. Sometimes the lack of body hair or plucking the brows a little too thin will be enough to turn the spouse off to the whole thing for a while. I always feel that I am walking a tight rope of sorts, trying to balance masculinity and femininity as well as my role as a husband to my spouse.

If I may make one suggestion to about crossdressing and relationships, it is to be upfront with it in the early going.  When I was aware that we both really cared for each other and that I wanted to marry her, I also knew that I had to tell her.  It was difficult.  This was my most deepest, darkest secret.  I had never told anyone about it, much less share all the details of my dressing.  I felt that she was my best friend and as turns out, she is my best friend.  

The pictures in this essay were taken at a local café in Atlanta at lunch time.  I was sacred to death about venturing out into public as a gal, but it went perfectly well.  No one pointed or laughed, and the wait staff was perfect, the whole time referring to my TG friend lunch mate and I as “miss” during our meal.  The owner of the establishment, a GG, actually joined us for pictures after lunch.  So put on something pretty, but sensible, and head on out for a day on the town.

Please drop me a line at devi71@aol.com and let me know what you think of my little web page.  Or just to say hi!  I hope to be able to update the page with new pictures from time to time.  So check in and say hi when you do.

 

 

 

 

 

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