I'm not really a woman but I stayed at the Holiday Inn

I started dressing with the help of my dear ole mom at the age of seven. My mother made costumes for my sister. Dance costumes, drum major costumes, baton costumes, and acting costumes. My favorite was fishnets and a one piece leotard that had a ruffle on the butt. Mom would use me as her mannequin and finish off by putting lipstick, blush and mascara on me. She used to tell me how cute I was. Alas this was the only encouragement my mother ever gave me. And I craved more. By 13 I was doing it every time I was alone. By 18 I was dressing in my sisters clothes while babysitting her kids. By 26 I had lost the love of my life, I'm not sure she knew I was crossdressing but I suspect. My present wife has known for thirty + years but it was never discussed. Mainly because I have been able to suppress the desire to dress for sixteen years. Then I lost control, the depression, the guilt, the desire not to die without friends, led me to finally seek counseling.  Lo and behold she told me I was not alone, I was not weird, I am not a perv, and I have no more control over it than deciding to have big feet.

I recently went to Vegas to see my friend Dee. She was going to take me out. While I was trying to find a safe environment we found gay bars, leather bars, tranny bars but I'm past my prime for the bar room scene, besides I've been with my wife for 35 years. We had decided to go to Paris and New York, New York for my coming out but she got sick and we could not go. However I did go out with my under garments on underneath my regular clothes. With my large sweat shirt on nobody noticed my breast forms. Needless to say. thank goodness I don't feel I have to have 42zzz's to feel femme. Just wearing that silky underwear and the tight girdle that feels like a hug and panty hose being brushed by jean pants legs. Oh my goodness.