The Ageing Cross-dresser

Yes the getting older can be a difficult path. I have found that the droopy neck skin hides the Adam's apple, the nose hair I found out is easily taken care of by waxing. I found this out when I went to have my eyebrows waxed and the technician asked if I would like the nose hair done too. It is painful at the first moment but goes away quickly.
My biggest problem is my feet and the arthritis. I can't wear any of the heals I love so much, it's just to painful. Can't even wear most shoes that are

Becca and all my sisters, I’ve now 72 in 4 days still dressing retired at 69 as trucking industry for 42 yrs I was able more to dress while layover sleeping berth on tractor or when staying at your 10 hrs waiting time to drive which had two to three hours to dress practice walking on three to five hills and will put my camcorder to find any errors and and realize a better posture walking and turning I regret now retiring, wife still won’t accept my CD and sometimes she might notice by looking at eyes leaving the hard to get mascara specially eyeliner which now I’ve able to mark the inside bottom eyelid that once I start doing it, there’s no way to stop specially putting that reddish lipstick since I recall seeing mi Mom using it (6/8 yrs) and her nylons with garter belts, three days ago I put them with a corset strapless and wasn’t able to taken them off when going to bed my wife ask me to get one of the recliners in our bedroom I was safe and feel confident and URGE that we need to dress at least my bra and panties if possible nylons or pantyhose all summer couldn’t use my bra now it’s getting low temperature and like other times you can put a flannel shirt under and I did had my corset (wedding style) with my warm up pants to our favorite Walmart store my in Rosemead Ca. Some how I still dress when I can and haven’t doing it since this May and that purge and purge and keep buying back with the indescribable URGE I’m back slowly to basics and the meantime happy cross dressing your sister.
Auroras Livingfem

Wow, this is a deep topic I think. I'll be 70 in March, so the age issue hits home. In my current state I will never be passable, which is disappointing. I've always preferred the company of women over men. Probably from being raised in a household consisting of a step-sister, mother, grandmother and great grandmother. I did all the boy sports, but I loved playing with dolls as well. Barbie, Ken, GI Joe. I was molested at 10 by my step-sisters uncle. Scared me, but strangely weird some man being attracted to me. Yes, I know he was sick, no approving of it at all. Maybe that helped make me the very promiscuous guy I was into my 20's. All with females. Married way to young, with child. Her mom always resented being a mother so young and left when our daughter turned 18. I went down that porn road. Naive, I really knew nothing of cross dressers and trans women. Like some videos say, after a while "you wish you were the girl". I let some men take advantage at the adult book stores. Guess I was acting all macho then. Got some broken bones riding motorcycle and bulls. Went into non-competitive bodybuilding. Liked the shaved body look and feel. Married again, and that was wrong from the outset. Way, way too different. Among the many other complaints, when I started working out again and shaving all over -- she said that's an abomination. Anyway, she split while I was at work and cleaned out the bank. Sorry for the lengthy post. Back to the age and limitations of cross dressing. I had a Traumatic Brain Injury and sport a scar from the hairline to almost an eye. Eye has a titanium plate, Hard to look pretty with the scar. I had septic shock in 2016 and have been taking cortizones for the adrenal glands since. Which has now caused Chronic Diastolic Heart Failure. I swelled up like a balloon, my weight up 120 pounds. I've since lost 60, half way there. Still pretty unattractive I'd say. When I survived sepsis, I thought if this isn't the time, when is? So, I've been on estradiol since. Developed a solid, if saggy with age C cup. Due to the spironolactone cardiology prescribed, I got not only breast growth, but major downsizing of all below the waist. I'm not complaining, beats being in a casket. So, to the point I guess. Yes, I do have sexual thoughts. At this point, the attraction is for male companionship. Not a long term, let's get married kind. But watch some movies, see some historical attractions, dine out, travel maybe. Definitely scratch the sexual itch. Alas, right now my weight, droopy boobs, scar, etc. make me too shy to flirt and try to catch a "buddy". Hopefully, some one can relate in some fashion. Thanks for listening. Denise

Well,I have gained weight in the last few years.I was a 12-14 and now I am a curvaceous 22/24 and love it.Embrace the changes and the curves I say!I am fat and happy and love it!Enhance what you have and don’t worry about anyone but yourself.At 51 I have finally learned that only I matter when it comes to this.I own almost all women’s clothing and shop at Torrid almost once a week.Just enjoy because it goes fast.

I'm generally a size 16/18 UK which equates to US size 12/14 apparently. I try to keep my belly from touching a loose top that is held away from my body by my breast forms, that way I can look relatively trim without actually being so—it's a hack I've learned since starting cross-dressing.

I'm over 60 I've been stressing only a year or so full time in the alleged transformation process I became a more aware of sin has a male I never noticed before. My past well in public as female which makes it easy to do the clothing and I have eight different weeks some gray hair some blonde one brown and one kind of redhead.
The hardest for me is the face the makeup the foundation the lipstick the powder Etc.
I saved my face with an electric razor and I use moisturizing lotion everyday sometimes more than once a day. It's not perfect what it is is good enough. I do shave arms parts of my chest and legs.
Not often but I do. What's the point of this? One, I'm over 60. Number two, my skin looks like I'm over 60. I think instead of obsessing trying to seek perfection or produce anxiety , because it doesn't live up to my imaginary expectations, produces suffering that is unnecessary on top of whatever is necessary to do male to female transitioning.
This is a process, this is a practice, and it probably will be always a condition of change in progress.
If One comes to terms with that It's transformative Mentally Even if Physical first formation Is less satisfactory Period There was no Musical saw that we used to love And it's main phrase was,
" Let It Be, or let it be" there will be an answer Let It Be. That's good enough for me as a cross-dresser or a transitioner or whatever word what's the best for you it's okay , let it be
Stephanie

I'm so sorry for the mistake words in my recent Journey the conversation. Let me make a correction here: I've been DRESSING,
2 more aware of my SKIN.
3.i PASS well.
4.i SHAVE my face.
5. Even if physical TRANSFORMATION. 6. There was an old Musical SONG.
Thank you. Stephanie

Becca, this is such an interesting and thought provoking posting.  As I read it, I can completely relate to everything that you say here.  The great thing about getting older (there actually is one) is that the older we get the more that males and females look alike.  But, as mature crossdressers, and ones that want to look a lot younger, we have all the same help that mature women have.  Plus, we do actually study how to transform ourselves into younger women, unlike older GGs who just accept their age.  I’m 73 now, and I’m going to fight the aging process as long as I can.  I didn’t get to crossdress when I was much younger, and I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.  

I did get a chance to take one of those photo checks on the internet where you can load a photo to see if they think your face measurements are pretty and also guess your age, approachability and perceived intelligence.  I actually saved that one, since the stupid program thought that I was 32 (fooled them). But it gave me encouragement and made my day too.

Becca your thoughtful topic hear reminded me of a poem I happened across last year:

TIME ON HER HANDS by Kathy Philpot

They were model hands, flesh soft and pink.

Fluttering as she spoke, 

Her long oval nails buffed to a natural shine.

Callous-free palms, smooth to the touch,

gently removed stockings without a snag.

Now, her thin skin tears like tissue paper.

Mottled with brown spots, scarred by simple tasks.

Veins lie on top, like a 3-D road map.

Knuckles enlarged, joints unbending, painful ragged cuticles bordering nails brittle and broken.

Her hands lie quietly, hidden in her lap.

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