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Does anyone ever read other T*Girls' bios or do they just go straight to the pics? (Something I have been guilty of many times myself!). Well just in case you are intestered, I firstly have to say that my story is similar to those on a thousand other sites already - A young boy discovers the joys of high heels, female clothes, nylons, etc. and grows up to be a forever-and-ever transvestite. That's about it really!

How I got started
I was never the most "macho" of boys, while at the same time never been considered effeminate. However I hated having to live up to the ideal of what a boy should be, or at least what I thought a boy was supposed to be.

When one day I got called a girl's name (Mary) as a joke in school by a teacher (hadn't this guy ever heard of child psychology??) and got called Mary by my class"mates" for months afterwards, it was like something clicked in me. A way out of having to live up to manly notions of how I should behave.

One day, home alone, I tried on a short red skirt, with a pair of black high heels. It felt really good! I took off the shoes and experienced pulling on a pair of nylons for the first time. Oh wow! And then the feel of my nyloned foot "slipping" into the high heeled shoes and walking around like that, like a girl, I was in a dream! It felt incredible and I knew others would think it was "wrong" but it was irresistably desirable and exciting at the same time. For me, it felt... right.

Into my teens and I was still dressing...
After that the world was my oyster. The joy of silk slips, dresses, skirts, blouses, bras, panties and then later, silk underwear and lycra nylons and lingerie (stockings and suspenders, garters, basques etc.). Through my teens I would stay at home when the family went on day trips so I could also do something I couldn't normally do - wear make-up when fully dressed.

I continued on, despite being found out a couple of times in the early days. I was only a kid and getting caught only made me hide things better! I had a stash of clothes and shoes, along with newspaper and magazine articles on cross-dressing. It was a lonely time though with lots of purges (throwing out stuff I'd saved) which I later learned was a classic closet-TV thing to do. If only there had been the internet then to see how many of us "girls" were out there - it would have made things so much more comforting. Overall though, I really enjoyed my dressing in my teens and by the time I reached my 20's, I realised that my dressing would probably always be with me.

Meeting other TVs for the first time
I nervously met my first other TV when I was 20 which was very liberating as s/he had an understanding wife, so we could dress freely at her place and she gave me a lot of support and confidence in myself. (M - thank you!). I got more serious about it and about meeting others but there was no group situation where I lived. Meeting others meant ads in Irish magazines, meeting others individually - some good people, some I would rather forget. For anyone meeting people, I would advise you NEVER to give out your home address or real male name. Do not trust anyone until you meet them, and even then proceed with caution. I did not have any really bad experiences, but I did learn people are not always what they claim to be.