Most of us still have our two little fingers, unless for some interesting reason you don’t; like a table saw or angry spouse or something took them. They happily reside on each hand opposite the thumbs; often called pinkies from where I come from. I love that! My two little fin...
I’ve been trying to formulate this article for awhile now. It’s not easy when you have a blank screen in front of you. What do I want to say; do I want to pass on some wisdom from what I have learned—I don’t know. What you take from my story is up to you...
We Looked Alike! Hi Girls! I love to keep a journal and I especially like writing about my cross dressing propensities and my alternate desire to dress in an androgynous way whenever possible. Androgynous, for those of you who are not familiar with the term, is an adjectiv...
My story is like so many other ladies. I started feeling the urge to dress at an early age. I found myself first touching and then trying on my mother and sister’s clothes. I usually felt shame, because as a child of the 60’s, this kind of behavior was taboo. I knew I...
Hi everyone! I’ve been reading some CDH articles, forums, and chatting with some of you here. Many of the perspectives shared I find intriguing, sometimes alarming, and I’d like to share some of my own observations. When I was growing up, I lived in many different set...
With the holidays far behind us, I want to recount a gift exchange story; it’s never a bad time to get a holiday gift is the one that we should practice all year long. I attended my wife’s office party/meal recently where the table set up formed a large rectangle. Sevente...
Patricia needed to go shopping today. I had some errands to run, so they were done in drab. I am not ready to go out fully dressed. I decided to go as compromised Patricia. I had on my copper wig, ladybug dangly earrings, makeup (mascara, lipstick and powder), and wearing a sweat...
As a kid I was shy. I didn’t want to be, but I was. One day, I remember going to 1st grade wearing my mom’s stockings, holding them up with rubber bands—no pantyhose back then. In retrospect, it had been the wrong thing to do. My self-confidence was low. I blame it ...
When I was young, I loved Deborah Harry. I thought it was just a crush, but realized not only did I find her attractive, but I looked closely at what she wore. It was the way she moved and how the clothes moved with her; I was mesmerized. Not having the words for what I was feeli...
Hi ladies Jackie Wild here. A long time ago, 1977 as a matter of fact, I came out as being both a crossdresser and gay. By 1980 I started doing drag. I was barely 17 when I told my sister that I wore her clothes, shoes, and boots whenever I had the chance. I’d also begun ac...
Dark green vision-blocking curtains covered the window in the living room. Homemade frosting covered the window on the front door. I sat in absolute, motionless silence as the repeated, incessant knocking continued, not getting louder, but not stopping either. I could hear my hea...
I had been a customer since my late teens; I bought my first bra there. Over the years, I became a regular customer, secretly purchasing various items for Faye’s “hidden” wardrobe. Back then, the owner, Mrs. Thompson was in her late 60’s. That was 50 years ago; I ...
Recently I read the wonderful article by our own incredible Captain Di “Finding Your Way Home”; Thank you for that Cap In the article she mentioned that finding a good therapist or counselor is much like finding a great pair of well-fitting shoes. Most of us have tried on sev...
Hi ladies. This article is written from the heart. It is in no way a reflection on other people’s views or motivations, although of course, many will be able to relate to what I am about to say, so here goes, this is my true to heart, testimonial of the wonderful site we ...
I wanted share my storyn Some of what is to follow might be upsetting but there is a happy ending … I was born August, 1970 in Manchester, England to older parents. I was an only child, had half-brothers and sisters from my parent’s previous marriages, but they didnR...
If there really is a God then she is most probably a painter. A painter who has fallen in love with her own creation. Paintings that are vibrant and alive. With each brush stroke she made us who we are; unique and yet similar in so many aspects. An elegant ensemble of pigments, s...
Regardless of from where we come or to where we are going, there is something that we all cherish. The path to its obtainment, however, is as unique and varied as we are. For some, it often remains elusive no matter how hard they seek it. Though sometimes, it may just be a mat...
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My Two Little Fingers and a Beach Ball! June 23, 2019
Most of us still have our two little fingers, unless for some interesting reason you don’t; like a table saw or angry spouse or something took them. They happily reside on each hand opposite the thumbs; often called pinkies from where I come from. I love that! My two little fin...
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The clothes are only a catalyst… June 23, 2019
I’ve been dying to dress all week. Decided on a body shave earlier at home, it was overdue. Felt so clean and crisp after, like I’d just been born. Packed up my nice blue lacy bra and cheeky panties, skinny jeans, a few tops, makeup and flats rounded out my bag. Finis...
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A Visit to Sephora June 21, 2019
A Hodgepodge Submission The other day I visited a Sephora store near me. I normally buy my cosmetics from Estee Lauder. The reason I decided to go to Sephora was because of their support for the transgendered community. This year I attended the First Event conference in Massachu...
