I have been crossdressing for 30 years. It started when I was 15.
Anytime I was home by myself, I would sneak into the bedroom of my sister, who is 4 years younger than me, to try on her tights, her nylons, snap crotch bodysuits, her short-sleeve black romper that buttoned up the front, her rainbow-plaid romper with similar fastening, or her two sleepers, one of which had feet while the other didn’t; I even tried on some of her dresses. I would pose with each outfit, then try on another, modelling them in front of the bathroom mirror.
I was caught a few times and told never to do it again, but I still did.
After I moved out on my own, I would go to various stores, including thrift stores, to find unitards, leotards, catsuits, one-piece swimsuits, tights, leggings, nylons and footed pyjamas.
I would always be apprehensive and self-conscious about going out in public en femme, but if I ever did, this is how I would do it:
I would take my Ayala (Hebrew for Deer) with me in a duffel bag or backpack somewhere like a packed club or something. I would make sure no one was watching and sneak into the women’s restroom. Going into a stall, shutting and locking the door behind me, I would strip naked, tuck ‘everything’ between my legs and put on a pair of panties and nylons. After that, would be a bra containing a pair of C-cup breast-forms, a knee length dress, a purse and a shoulder length, blonde wig. My male clothing would go into the bag which I would zip shut, hiding male me away. Next, I would unlock and open the door, walk back through the club to the nearest exit and go to my vehicle. Once there, I would lock the bag in the trunk and return to the club for drinks; flirting with other club patrons and shaking my tushy on the dance floor.
Alas, as I said above, I would be very self-conscious and apprehensive about being in drag in public and as much as I would like to introduce the world to Ayala, I’ll just have to remain content to put the blinds down whenever she wants to ‘visit’ me in the privacy and comfort of my apartment.
As I write this, I’m sitting here in that very place, dressed in a woman’s long-sleeve, footed, mock turtleneck, black unitard with back zip, a pair of women’s light pink leg warmers and a pair of women’s pink ballet slippers. Bliss.
Hugs & kisses
Ayala
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