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I’m Naomi and I have enjoyed the feminine side of life alongside my normal life since my age was in single digits. I current live on the east coast of Australia and I am still in the closet with only a very few people who know of Naomi. I should have written this intro nearly a year ago when I first discovered CDH, but having been slack and only the past year having any real decent content to provide (pictures) I let my account sit dormant. Hopefully that changes now 🙂
When I was very young I had a vivid dream one night that my parents had decided to dress me up as their daughter for some reason. They presented me with a dark blue maxi dress that would fit a young girl of my age. It had a cute little bouquets of flowers pattern on it in pink and yellow. My mother did my hair that morning in pig tails and we went out for the day, me being their daughter for the whole day. It was a wonderful dream and I woke up the next morning feeling so happy and joyous that something like that would happen to me. I went back to sleep that night hoping again to have the same dream or another dream continuing my adventures as a girl. Alas, I never had a reoccurrence of that dream, nor another one in a similar vein.
This dream, I think planted a seed in me that continues to grow to this day. It began slowly, probably like a lot of others where I began dressing in my mothers clothes and I would often sneak some of her hosiery and undergarments into my bed at night and wear them through the night. I can’t believe to this day I was not found out and woken up at some point wearing all my mothers finery in the mornings.
This continued through my teenage years on and off and eventually I moved out of home and into my own place. In my early twenties, my dressing stopped for a substantial period of time as I was out partying most weekends and enjoying life in other ways. The spark was lit again brightly when at some point, a flatmates ex girlfriend had left a lot of her clothes at my place and never returned to collect them. I offered to take all these clothes to the charity bins to drop off, but the spark was well and truly lit when I looked inside the bag and found a treasure trove of glorious garments. This became my first stash of female clothing and had enough time along to regularly wear them. This slowly extended to me purchasing lingerie, horsey and underwear, makeup I could begin to transform myself more completely when alone. The only thing I couldn’t do was shave my arms and legs as would have raised too much suspicion and I could never at the time find a pair of shoes that would fit my larger male feet.
Fast forward through the years and the cyclic merry-go-round of dressing and purging became a regular occurrence either through guilt or the desire to dress was thoroughly suppressed at times due to other things in my life.
I eventually got married and settled down and I thought that now that has happened, I won’t need to dress any longer and pushed those thoughts and feelings away for a good ten years. Because of this I never confided to my wife that I love dressing as I thought that part of my life was behind me. How wrong can one be.
After this extended format period, my wife went away for over a week for a work trip and and I was left alone in the house. The first few days I completed all the washing and folding of our clothes and was putting them away when, the thoughts of dressing like I used to when I was younger and alone in the house resurfaced. Sure enough, before long and thankfully my wife and I were of a similar size I was dressed in some of her outfits and enjoying them self again. I felt guilty afterwards that I had let part of me out again as I had not dressed in years and was committed to my relationship.
My dressing opportunities were fairly sporadic after that week and was always done in secret.
This past couple of years I have now built up a decent wardrobe of my own clothes and lingerie and also shoes that fit my feet.
I have also ventured out to have makeovers done twice which you can see from a few of my photos. I managed to concoct a story whereby I was able to rid myself of all my body hair and what a glorious feeling that is. I think I will be back for many more makeovers when circumstances allow. I have also started practicing my own makeup based of all the information I have received during my makeovers on how and what stage to apply the various forms of makeup. Hopefully and with more regular practice the Krusty the clown look will slowly disappear.
Anyway, feel free to drop me a line and say hello.
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