My Story

 

That first experiment, during my teenage years, which happened into the basement of my buddy's home, revealed my fetish for high heels. I should tell you here that my buddy's mother and sisters wore very high heels (even higher than fashion dictated then). Starting from there, my passion for high heels became so strong that, I particularly remember on one occasion, in Montreal, when I followed a beautiful woman, the distance of four blocks, because she wore very beautiful shoes.

When I turned twenty three, I married a girl who sincerely tried to share my tastes for the shoes and underwear of my dreams. That experiment became a nightmare for the both of us and left me with a bad taste of guiltiness.

A few years later, when I started to travel long distances, by car, for my job, I bought a pair of platform shoes with six inches heels (15 cm), which I wore as often as I had the opportunity. Regularly, I visited rest areas, along the highways, and practiced walking with those shoes on. It was such a thrill.

One day, happened what was due to happen and my wife found garter belts, nylon stockings, high heeled shoes and bondage equipment into the trunk of my car. After that day, our live together have never been the same.

During the following years, many times, I have thrown away and bought again these objects of my dreams.

But, I started to crossdress only when I turned forty, when my job required that I spend a few nights a week, in an apartment of my own, in Montreal.

One day, while I was watching a movie, in a downtown theatre, an SM scene turned me on. One thing leading to another, a few weeks later, by a sunny summer afternoon, I traveled to Ottawa to meet a professional dominatrix.

During my session with her, she "forced" me to wear nightie, high heels, wig and a little bit of makeup. I felt humiliated to have to parade like that in front of her. And, when she made me have a look at myself in a large mirror, I realized that I looked ridiculous. But, on my way back to Montreal, it came to my mind that I should try to do better than her and, if successful, to come back and show her the result, while dressed up en femme, from head to toes (You can read an account of my encounter with that dominatrix at ).

During the weeks which followed that meeting, I spent many hours trying to apply makeup on my face. As the result was even better than I expected, I bought, from a mail order company, all the clothes and accessories that I needed to look like a woman. Even today, when I think about the late night walks I did, in a nearby park, to practice on my new high heels, I cannot refrain from smiling. Imagine, those heels were a "full" two inches high (5 cm).

On my second trip to the dominatrix's place, she was so astonished with my look that she insisted that I meet, right away, her girlfriend, the next door neighbour. As of that day, do I need to tell you that no other incentive was needed to start my new life as a part time woman?

During the following weeks, using the ads of a local paper, I made contact with an amateur dominatrix, living in the Montréal area. We went out together for two years and she made me live fantastic and numerous adventures (one of which can be found at ). We went out to many nightclubs and restaurants and she introduced me to piercing, bondage and public humiliations, with all kind of peoples.

During one of those nights out together, in a restaurant, we ate at a table next to my boss. You might believe that I felt rather nervous, on that occasion. On the contrary, I enjoyed myself so very much because I knew that he was watching me like a possible conquest, every time my dominant girlfriend sent me to the restrooms. It gave me the feeling that I had some kind of power over that man, whom I hated so much.

My adventures with that dominatrix came to an end when I met a girlfriend with whom I lived for the next twelve years. She is the one who left me, by the end of summer 2002.

In the beginning of that new relationship, after I lived the drama of revealing my crossdressing and my previous adventures, for a period of time, we enjoyed ourselves a lot, going out together or with one of our girlfriends. But, as the years went by, our relationship deteriorated dramatically. Then, I started to make secret contacts with men, whom I met through ads in the paper (again). In particular, twice, I met a man of my age, who liked bondage and who made me live very memorable moments. When I moved to a distant city, we lost contact.

With the help of the World Wide Web and the publication of my website, I made more and more new contacts. And, a few months before ma girlfriend left me, I met C with whom I became friend and who continued to visit me, till May 2006, even if I moved to a different city. He made me live a lot of new adventures, which will always be on my mind (Many of them can be found amongst my ).

During summer 2002, I moved back, alone, in the Quebec City area, where I made new friends and started to take advantage of my new freedom. For a few months, despite my androgyny look, I had a good time going out with a new found girlfriend. And, one of the peculiarities that made her very special was the way she treated people who made remarks to her about my high heels (lol). By the way, we are still good friends.

Also, from time to time, I attended fetish parties, which were organized by a sexshop owner, in town. That is where I met B, my favourite photographer, and his wife. I also met H, with whom a sincere friendship developed. She is the one who introduced me to the BDSM community.

By the end of 2008, at the time of the redaction of the current update, I believe that my outings "enfemme" are less frequents, one or two times a month, at the most. First of all, I grew older and I have less interesting opportunities to go out. But, on the other hand, after having lived such an unexpected episode of my life, with MB (see ), I believe that I have become more selective. Maybe, it is a normal reaction from my part since even genetic women of my age might never live such a marvellous adventure.

Fortunately, MP, a long time friend, still feel the need to do crazy things, in order to spend an evening with me, having a good meal in a restaurant and making me believe that I am the most attractive "woman" in town (LOL).

Anyway, for those of you who might have an interest in the next "notable" events in my life (LOL), just consult, from time to time, my page.

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