Do you expect crossdressing acceptance from religious family?

Dear Readers,

It’s with great pleasure that I share this week’s crossdressing success story. It’s a story of struggle, of accepting blessings amidst the struggle, and of courage to share the deepest part of oneself expecting rejection.

I encourage you to share your crossdressing success story, however short or long, heart breaking or inspirational – your sharing will be a blessing to others.

Meet Jessica

Hello, my name is Jessica. I’m 26 years old and live in an EXTREMELY republican, very closed minded part of the United States. I wouldn’t dare set foot out of my house as Jessica, at least not in this county. 30 or so miles away… maybe… Anyway, I love the site. I love the support and the encouragement, love the positive energy. It made me want to share my story. It is somewhat long. I present it to you so that you may share it with others if you like, in hopes that it might inspire even just one person to accept themselves.

Jessica’s Crossdressing Success Story

There are a lot of things “wrong” with me. I’m referring to problems that greatly inhibit my ability to have a “normal”[hate that word] life. Let’s not say normal, let’s say… productive. I have a 26.5 hour circadian rhythm, so I have a great deal of trouble staying “aligned” with the normal daily cycle. On top of that, I have a quite painful back condition which I cannot treat, because I cannot take NSAIDs and am a recovering addict to Vicodin, so narcotic pain relievers are a big NO.

I have a lot of social difficulties, largely due to the way I was raised. I consider myself straight, [though if emotions stirred in me the other way I would not reject them] yet I’ve never had a girlfriend, never had sex, never been kissed. I’ve been told more than once by girls I’ve met in college that I’m “just what girls are looking for,” I imagine that largely owes to my sensitivity and opened mindedness. I just fail epically when it comes to the point of expressing my interest. Usually I just avoid the situation, but when I’ve forced myself forward I’ve even had panic attacks. It is a HUGE area of difficulty in my life, and it depresses me greatly, so I will cease speaking of it now.

So that’s what’s wrong with me.

Now for what’s right.

I am an above average intelligence, decent looking guy with a “special” personality, the latter I would regard as the best thing I’ve got going. My personality… I don’t really know how to describe it well. I possess both very masculine and very feminine traits and normally I present slightly to the masculine side, depending on who is around. I am very good at controlling which side is expressed. There is more to it than that, but I guess you’d really need to meet me to understand.

Like a lot of people I suppose, I started “experimenting” when I was young. I can’t really give you the year, my childhood was quite hectic. Owing largely to my circadian rhythm disorder and being “forced” into a time cycle foreign to my body, everyone was convinced there was something “wrong” with me. Though I possessed the intelligence, I horribly failed in school after the 6th grade because I was constantly sleep deprived, angry and confused. Because of this I spent much time in and out of psychiatric hospitals, force-fed medications like Thorazine, Haldol…( you name a psychiatric medication and they probably gave it to me) that did incredibly atrocious things to me, all culminating in a 2 year long stay in a psychiatric hospital that will remain unnamed. I could write a book on what they did to me or I could write a single word: TORTURE. But most importantly they taught me that “it is not okay to be who you are.” Well, they tried. Through God’s grace they didn’t break my personality, probably because I saw so many other people suffering in the same way and knew just how horribly wrong it all was. I could see that many these people sharing my situation were as “normal” as anyone, and through that I held on to myself as being a “valid person.” Of course there were very sick people there, with schizophrenia or worse.

But it was no better for them, in fact worse. They WERE sick and yet they were being treated like… I don’t even know. Less than human. Less than an animal. Less than a life. A very select few employees of that place were different though. They saw how horrible things were for us and did everything they could without losing their jobs to make it easier. It’s amazing, when basically everyone is telling you that you are “bad” and “broken,” the effect that one sentence by someone who truly cares can have on you. These special people are largely why I am still a human being and not a drone. Eventually, since I would not be broken, they discharged me as “untreatable.”

Obviously I wasn’t crossdressing in that situation per se, but I developed an incredibly elaborate fantasy life, including the persona Jessica, who actually wasn’t named until a few years ago. I still maintain this fantasy life to this day, when I lay my head on my pillow at night, I’m somewhere else ‘til I fall asleep. Sometimes as Jessica, sometimes as Josh.
After that, I was forced into a group home 3 days before my 18th birthday. The day I turned 18 in that group home I called my mom and said “Come get me or I’m signing myself out.” I came home, weaned myself off of those medications and said “Goodbye!” to that world. Now free of that horrible fate, initially I fell into a state of confusion and despair. I didn’t know how to live without being told what to do. My mother was rarely home, and I was left to my own devices.

I experimented with a lot of things in a lot of ways, things I would normally have done at a younger age had I not been in “that place.” One of these was crossdressing. I fell in love with it immediately.  I loved the way things felt, looked, moved, everything. I also loved that it was “wrong,” because it would be quite a few more years before I accepted myself. It was my secret, my rebellion, my way of saying “you can’t control me.” My resources were limited, both mom and I were and are on disability, and financial responsibility fell to my mom, who used the extra money to gamble.

So, I stuck to stealing her clothes when she wasn’t around, or even when she was sleeping. Neither then, nor now, have I ever been “caught,” i.e. seen as Jessica against my will. This continued for a while until gradually, my mother learned I was not as “crazy” as everyone thought. Eventually I was basically accepted to be a “person,” I know how ridiculous that might sound(or maybe not). It wasn’t long after that that I decided to buy my first outfit.

With my debit card I ordered some stuff online, only telling mom after the fact. I only told her what I spent and that I was going to be receiving a box and she’d better not mess with it if it came while I was at college. Well it did come on a school day, but I managed to capture it before I left. All day I dreamed and fantasized about it, and when I got home, though I had figured my size horribly wrong(lol) I knew then that this was going to be a part of my life forever. I was beginning to accept it as part of myself, but I still felt “delinquent” when I dressed.

Eventually, my mother’s overbearing behavior really started to get to me, and I “ran away” so to speak, [even though I was 23] and came to live with my sister, near where I reside now. My sister and her family were greatly accepting of me, and it wasn’t long before I confided her (and my 10 year old niece, children are so wonderfully accepting and honest) about what I liked to do. Things stayed good for a while, and it wasn’t uncommon to find me around their house wearing some sort of makeup or something. But I had made my sister promise when I moved in that if I ever became a burden, or started to cause inter-family problems for them, to tell me and I would leave. Since mom still had financial control over my disability check and refused to give it to me because “I had betrayed her,” I made a significant dent in their finances.

Not really because of me, but because of many factors, my sister’s family fell behind on their house. My sister approached me one day and told me how her husband had complained about me and how even though I wasn’t doing anything wrong I was still a financial hardship. That day, I packed up and left, even though the family, including her husband, begged me not to. I moved into a trailer in a small town nearby. Meanwhile my mom had gotten to the point where she could just not live on her own.

We moved back in together, in the apartment we currently live at, but things are much different than before. Staying with my sister and being allowed to be myself granted me confidence, and I no longer allowed myself to be controlled. Once mom realized this, we developed a positive relationship, one I’m glad to say we still have.

In the end, it turned out that in order to accept the part of myself that wanted… needed to crossdress, I needed to accept myself. Period. Roughly two years ago for the first time I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. Not my physical appearance, but my soul, my personality. Me. I had amassed a decent collection of clothes and makeup by this time and spent quite a lot of time as Jessica, now named because she was now part of me. One night I decided to go into my backyard and sit on the swing while I was Jessica. It was perfect. I enjoyed it immensely and hated the fact that anyone in the world would dare look at me sideways for doing it.

After that, I got tired of sneaking around my own home and with mom’s deteriorating health she was increasingly present. So here it is. One day we were working in the kitchen and mom decided to share a very deep secret with me. And I knew it was time. I had no idea how she would react, I was terrified, so scared I was shaking head to toe. I had only told her I was going to reveal my biggest secret, so we should go sit down. I think she seriously thought I was going to tell her I killed someone lol. Slowly and while staring out the window, I told her about Jessica. I explained everything I could and told her to ask anything she liked. She asked typical questions like “When did you start?” “Are you gay?” “Do you think you should have been born a girl?” etc. I answered them all.

But here is where I knew she really wasn’t putting on a front: she asked me “What do you wear?” and I told her of my favorite ivory white party dress. Then she said “Can I see it?” So I fetched it from my closet and presented it to her like a child with their favorite toy. She said to me “Oh, that’s so pretty.” I was floored, I was expecting to be rejected almost completely, being told to keep it to myself. Instead she went on to ask me where I bought it, how I learned to do makeup etc.

From that moment since, I’ve been free to spend my time in the house as whoever I want, Josh or Jessica. Mom once commented on just how well my face transforms. And it really does. My face is definitely a guy’s, but only just. Properly applied makeup and my shoulder length, extremely dark brown, naturally curly hair pretty much finishes the look off. If only the REST of me would comply with my wishes that well… Anyway, when I’m not suffering from back pain, I would estimate I spend 40% of my time as this “other person.”

But here is the thing. Josh isn’t me. Jessica isn’t me either. They are both parts, and only together do they become “me.” Only gradually am I incorporating Jessica back into Josh, but I will always crossdress and let Jessica shine on her own: she is beautiful and special and she needs to be shown to everyone. But not just by literally letting myself be seen as her, but also through the personality I present regardless of “who I am” at the time. Whet
her I set foot out of this house as her or not, she is always there, whether in something I say or how I smile. Am I a boy? Am I a girl? Am I gay? Am I straight? The answer to them all is “I am me.”

It surprises me how powerful that statement is. ”I am me.”  I say it often. Once I had told my mom, everyone close to me then knew and they all are fine with it, often even encouraging me. One of my friends in turn told me of his experiments after learning of mine. Another simply told me, as long as it makes you happy then its right. I’m truly blessed to know these people. I’ve always been honest with them and because of that, when I told them about Jessica, they knew I was completely serious. Sometimes they poke fun at me and I usually respond with something only Jessica would say, which is always a good laugh for us. After so many years and everything I went through, it’s great to be free. But there are still hurdles.

A year ago I sort of stumbled on to my first real chance to “walk out the door” as Jessica. Me, my sister and her family were sitting around their table discussing Halloween, a holiday that always turns out to be great fun for us because it is free of what I call “the family BS” that holidays like Christmas can attract. I was originally planning to be Squall from Final Fantasy VIII when my sister suggested “You could always dress as a girl.” I said “Yes! I will do it!”

I could think of no easier way to show Jessica to the world than on Halloween, when all but the most ridiculous people would think little of seeing her. My sister then decided she would dress as a guy, and we would make a big deal of the whole thing. We would have, too. My niece was rather excited as well and told all of her friends that would be with us that night. Because she knew that there was nothing wrong with it, she thought little of telling anyone. Oops. After telling one of her close friends, that friend told their parents. The parents were shocked, floored, disgusted. They called my sister and said if we crossdressed then this friend of my niece would be forbidden to see her ever again. Such stupidity.

Of course, I refrained from dressing that night for my niece’s sake, but you know what? We went to the mall towards the end of our Halloween and what did we see? A man dressed as a woman(and not very well, Jessica is so much prettier…lol…). And you know what? That little girl, the friend of my niece – she wasn’t suddenly converted into some sort of demon by seeing a crossdresser. I wonder if she told her parents.

I’ve often heard it said if you accept yourself then the world will accept you. There is truth in that, but it is not the rule. There will always be people who attempt to cast you out of society. They will do it for any reason you give them. They’ll do it if you’re gay, if you crossdress, if you’re black, if you have a funny accent, if you’re Jewish, it does not matter. The second you align yourself with one group, you will be ostracized by another. But you know what? You are you. God made you. God doesn’t make mistakes.

Sometimes I wonder, (oh do I wonder!), why God made me the way He did. Some parts I love, some parts I hate. Sometimes I scream, even curse at Him saying “Why the F*** did You make me like this?” But I’m not referring to crossdressing. When I pray, I used to tell God I didn’t know if it was right or wrong to crossdress, but if it was, to forgive me. Now I say “Thank you.” God gave me this gift so I could express myself entirely, not just
what society wants to see. And yes, I know the few passages in the Bible on the topic are quite negative but here is my take: How many atrocities have been committed in God’s name? Just because you invoke the name of the Lord doesn’t mean your actions are condoned by Him. The Bible, though intended to be God’s word was written by MAN. And it has been translated… oh so many times. People are biased; they put their spin on things. The Bible is not exempt from this.

So if society at large is biased, and the Bible is biased, how do I know that it’s okay? I can feel it in my heart. If I lie, I can feel it is wrong. If I steal, I can feel the guilt. If I crossdress, I can feel the sun shine upon my soul. If God Himself comes to me and says crossdressing is wrong, then I will believe Him. Short of that, no person will come between Jessica and I. So that’s my story. Not only did I come to accept myself as a crossdresser, being a crossdresser helped me learn to accept myself. The person I feared most, was one of the most accepting. I know it can’t be that way for everyone, but for me… it was.

~Jessica

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  1. Jessica 9 years ago

    Ahh.. I did that without thinking didn't I? No, I have nothing against Republicans, nor do I really align myself with either of the two major political parties in the U.S. In fact, I've voted Republican the last two elections… ehehe one of those I'd like to take back though… Nevermind that! I used that word because honestly, Alabama is Republican-land, and the county I live in is the like the "Republicanist" so to speak.

    But in the end, I suppose I did align the word Republican with sort of meaning "Narrow minded" which I did not intend to do. It does however prove my point that ALL of us are biased one way or another, even if unconsciously; that includes me too! Everybody is always talking about the narrowminded, Republican fools in ____ county around here. Apparently I absorbed that. My bad!

    And I didn't mean the Bible was completely translated badly, I don't think God would have allowed it to become too bastardized. But I do think it contains elements of human bias, and even more so in interpretations of it. I've honestly not directly studied the translation of the Bible a whole bunch, but I have worked on translating things in other languages to English. And anyone who has dabbled in that knows there are some things that you just can't perfectly translate.

    Furthermore, and regardless of that: Of all books in the world I doubt there is one more open to interpretation than the Bible. You might say that is a big flaw, or you might say that is a big benefit; depending on your outlook on things haha. I long ago decided that the only interpretation of the Bible that matters to me is mine; what I mean is, I will happily listen to anyone speak of what they believe, and many, many times has my mind been changed. Likewise, I will gladly share my beliefs with anyone who wants to here them, and I have changed a few minds as well. In the end it is what I allow to come into my heart that then becomes my interpretation, whether I decided it myself, had it preached to me, or shared by a friend.

    On a final note, one of my classes this semester in college is "Study of the New Testament," I'm majoring in computer science, but I took it as an elective. I am hoping to learn a lot there. Anyway I am super tired now, it has been a heck of a long day.

    ~Jessica

    • Tammy 9 years ago

      Hallo Jessica thank you for such a lovely story be who you are girl & enjoy Jessica.

      love & hugs Tammy x

  2. Ashley 9 years ago

    Odd. Here I am, sitting in bed with my laptop as the real me and looking for some inspiration, and what do I find? Exactly that.

    For the first time in so long I don't feel ashamed for being what I am. Thank you.

  3. sophia 8 years ago

    Oh my gosh…I love your story, it inspires me to be Sophia. I feel very sexy and complete when I dress as a woman. I feel right, I feel beautiful and so sexy. It’s a DREAM come true…..thankyou

    SOPHIA_MILANO

  4. maria rupert 7 years ago

    Hi Jessica, This man I’ve known and have been getting to know these last 2 months is a cross dresser. I’m in love with the man he is and I’ve come to realize that the sensitive side to him is the feminine side coming out. He is such a loving and caring man and I’m trying to accept his cross dressing. This is a new world for me and going out in public with him dressed as a woman is definitely something that is going to take getting adjusted to. The woman he becomes is a part of him and to hide her away is not healthy for him. Thank you for sharing your life with me and helping me to be more accepting.

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  6. Jackie 3 years ago

    Hi Jessica; your story is a true definition of inspiration and divine intervention. I loved it. It is one to be similar to most of us. I can only say I relate to most of it but the rest of it is Jessica’s and Jessica’s alone. I think you have it figured out and I think your going to be great. “To Thine Own Self Be True”……

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