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This CD journey of ours, if it were a game, which game might it be, and what would the end game look like?
Like the pursuit of knowledge, there is no end. It's a finite path.
When starting out, most want to be able to dress as a woman at any time. That is their goal.... The first steps are huge. Over time these steps get smaller. then one day you find yourself "living the dream".... But this dream is never complete.
To many, I'm living the dream. But there are still steps I'd like to take. These steps are very small. No doubt when I reach those goals, there will be more smaller steps.... And then smaller steps. There will always be goals.
As the steps get smaller, other steps appear. As I now live as Cerys 80+% of the time, shaving is a hassle. In the past it wasn't a problem as I only dressed occasionally, and I never ventured out, so two days of beard growth wasn't an issue.... Today it is. I'm now looking into IPL machines or possibly laser to get rid of facial hair. This is a big step. This step didn't exist 5 years ago. Just when you think you've got to where you want to be, the road gets a little longer.
Cerys
My shampoo bottle directions read: Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
As humans, we understand it to mean wash, rinse, wash, rinse, done. But if I programmed those steps into a computer, it would run wash, rinse, wash, rinse, wash, rinse, ad nauseum until the wash routine throws a fatal exception, WASH: NO SHAMPOO IN BOTTLE. PROGRAM TERMINATED.
My life is like that. Wake up, clean up, get dressed, do what I have to do, go to bed, repeat. Whether I dress en femme or en homme may depend on different factors, but I just go about what I need to do.
If you insist on calling it a game, call it chess with only 2 kings left. I can move about almost anywhere in my own world and do different things, but there is no winning or losing. I'm just happy being me.
My philosophy is that life is a big experiment. We try things and if they work for us we stay on that path. If not we go in another direction. Sometimes when things do work, we can envision ways to make it better which leads to another phase of the experiment. For me this repeats and repeats and each time I get closer to my ideal. I can't say exactly what this is or how I will get there but I'm definitely on the path. Right now I'm at a point where I feel good about myself but I can definitely see things that I should look into......the process goes on!
For me, life has always had a playful character, where we plan strategies of attack and defense as in most sports. The Game of Life has victories (Joys) and defeats (sadness). It is more serious because what we bet on it is our own existence. I am a lady of options, so for me the alternative is: a 5,000-meter race, where if you run too fast you get tired and if you go too slow you fall behind, and you may or may not get a medal (recognition of a fruitful life) when you cross the finish line, or a game of chess in which each move has reasons and consequences, and is subject to multiple variants. There is nothing left to do but fight as long as the game lasts. I have not yet met someone who avoids checkmate.
My CD journey is a part, now vital, of my way of looking at life.
Gisela
It's not a game and certainly not a hobby for me.
Were it a game I think it would be Monopoly. Landing on designers, buying clothing outfits or lingerie, train trips to other countries, growing your own fashion house, runway shows and avoiding bankruptcy.
Community Chest would have a whole other meaning.
I loved playing basketball, but at 70+, I'm too decrepit to pursue it anymore. But I was always trying to make myself better-more accurate shooting, no-look passes, etc. Then I stumbled into CD, just fooling around with my otherwise all-female fitness class and their Halloween Party. I received sincere, much better than I anticipated, positive feedback, so, with nothing else going on in my life, I decided to see how much better I could get at it. And the results have staggered me...and several friends. I'll never "pass", but I'm to the point where I have no hesitation about going about in public...and, like basketball, I'm still always trying to make myself better 🤣
Interesting post.
The game: tennis.
What the end game looks like: you win.
Mousetrap, perhaps?
Always moving forward, always adding to the experience, the trap growing in complexity till you get to the point where you're trapped in an inescapable cage of femininity. And it's such a fun journey.
I am really starting to believe that I may be a crossdresser
…how do I break this gently to her people…