Contrary to common assumptions, my journey into cross-dressing didn't stem from childhood experiences. In my youth, I led a typical life, always appreciating the beauty of women around me. It all began innocently enough during a playful moment with my then-girlfriend. As my friends (girls) playfully admired certain (female) aspects of my physique, I initially struggled to accept these compliments. Did they imply I lacked masculinity? Were my shoulders not broad enough, my physique not muscular? Then, at the age of 21, during a carnival, a girlfriend suggested cross-dressing. While I never considered myself conventionally attractive, seeing my reflection transformed into a woman was revelatory. Suddenly, I felt stunning, beautiful, and undeniably alluring. From that transformative moment, I resumed my regular life for a decade, until the urge to explore my femininity resurfaced. It began modestly with lingerie and progressed methodically through dresses, wigs, heels, makeup, and hair removal. Embracing my identity as a woman became a source of profound joy and satisfaction. Recently, I've even mustered the courage to venture out into public spaces as my true self. Despite the demands of a bustling family life, with children and limited moments of solitude, these experiences are cherished as rare and exquisite moments of personal fulfillment.