After first dressing in my mothers clothes early in my cross dressing I began to look forward to each time I would feel the silky fabrics against my skin. I knew that it was not normal for a young boy to have these feelings but I could not stop my feelings. I began to feel more and more guilty about this but did not know where it would take me and as I began to be more interested in girls my own age I became fascinated with the clothes they wore and how it looked on them and I did what every young man did after high school I got married.
I thought that I would be able get over the urge to wear fem things and go on with life as a man forever giving up dressing.
It did seem to be that I was going to be able to overcome my urge to wear women’s clothes and live a so called normal life, happily married. However it happened again. Looking in my sock drawer I came across a pair of pantyhose that had been put in my drawer by mistake and it was just like the first time all over. No one was home and I had to try them on after all it had been a few years and I had to see if the magic was still there.
This was what started me on the road to dressing again and I could not look back. It was now more that before my hidden secret. I could not allow anyone to find out about my wearing hose; most of all my family. I started to buy my own so there would be no accidents in putting a tear or run in stockings that were not mine.
Soon I had my own heels and bras hidden away to wear whenever I was alone or when my wife went to visit her parents for a few days. I was in heaven walking around my own home all dressed up loving every minute of it. It was a very stressful time because I had to hide my clothes and keep my secret from everyone.
This was the darkest time of my dressing I was alone and I knew nothing about others who had the same feelings and who loved to dress in fem. There was some talk about the fact that some men dressed up pretending to be women but none were too convincing and society in general had nothing good to say or would certainly support anyone. I finally had the opportunity to get dressed as a woman one Halloween with the help of my wife and this is what part three of my story will be about