So what do you think of this outfit. The skirt was stolen from my wife, she brought it and I liked it so tried it on and it is now mine. This is a new wig, which I stole from the wife also. She wanted to buy a wig so we could go out together but it didn't fit her properly, so it became mine.

This silver dress is one that I brought and my wife tried it on and looked absolutely stunning in it so now it is hers. We can wear about the same size clothes around the bum, but my upperbody is a bit bigger than hers.
It was confusing growing up when you used to spend your time at school wondering what you would look like in what the girls were wearing.  I knew I wasn,t gay as I wasn't attracted to boys, but I knew there was something wrong.
When I say wrong, at the time it was wrong, I had been brought up beleaving anything outside the normal was wrong. I now know that I am what I am and nothing I do can change that.

If my mother ever found out what I like to do in my spare time she would more that likely disown me. She is a firm beleaver that you are sick if you don't live the so called normal live and my live in her eyes would be abnormal.
On the next page there are pictures of me in an outfit that my wife made me. She likes me to wear it after the children are in bed and the house needs cleaning up, go and have a look.