Surely with all our scientific research we’ve stumbled upon a cure for cross dressing? If only to save all you wonderful genetic girls from stretched clothes and missing lingerie.
There’s plenty of sites out there that will boldy claim that crossdressing is incurable. Starting with the prelude that crossdressing isn’t a disease (hence needing no cure). We could get into endless debate about whether it’s a disease or not, so setting that question aside, is crossdressing curable?
Over the next few weeks I’ll see to answer that question (at least reserach it and present some points of view).
For my own part, I’ve been crossdressing ever since I was four years old. There have been periods when I’ve dressed, and periods when I haven’t. There have even been months, almost years when I haven’t thought about slipping on a satin evening gown, or strapping on a pair of high heels. Then like a snake in the night it’s back – and I find myself daydreaming about being transformed into a beautiful princess.
For the last few year’s I’ve believed the common wisdom that there is no cure for crossdressing. In fact, have even come to accept who I am (and dare I say enjoy being who I am!). I can’t honestly say that I’ve ever given a focused, dedicated, and constantly renewed effort to ‘beat this thing’.
Sure, I’ve purged (who hasn’t!), in fact I can count three times where I’ve thrown away clothes I’d love to see still hanging in my closet. Usually the result of guilt, building up over a few months. One purge was a result of my noble intentions to truly do something better with my life. After all, spending hours learning how to put on make-up, and shopping for the perfect top aren’t exactly “productive” time.
Is there really a cure out there?
I started at 12 when I tried on a pair of my mom's panties. Later, a year after I married my lovely wife, she learned about and accepted my fetish for panties which grew over the years to bras, pantyhose, slips and shoes. Then one night I had a very vivid dream that I was wearing a dress and very excited sexually in it. I told my darling wife that I wanted to wear a dress and she went along it. I ever wore my dresses etc outside the house, though I wore bras, panties and pantyhose to work everyday. Then one day when I was 57 my darling wife passed on At that time I gave my life to the Lord.and some three months later, one day I had the urge and next day the desire to wear dresses was gone. But I still had a panty fetish from my early years. Several years later I remarried. She was and is also born again and loves the Lord. She also went along with my fetish which over the years grew to wearing bras and nightgowns, but nothing further and the old desire for women's outer wear has not and will not return. I am pretty certain of the source of that first dream. Resist the devil and he will flee.
Well honestly its the first time i do write to somebody to tell about my crossdressing… in fact i cant explain , but when i was young on an holiday home i did put a pair of stocking of my sister and slep with them. today and after so many years i still like to wear women clothes.i am married and got two grown up suns , i dont exactly know if they know about this, but one thing is true, i feel very confortable on dressing like a woman, every night, when they are sleeping.. i never went out dressing with women dresses, but i would like to try once… i hope anyone can tell me what to do.:)
I for one knows there is no cure, once a cross dresser always a cross dresser for life!!!
Wow Lynn you said it all, thank you so much!!!
there is no budman, it’s Elaine