I have enjoyed many of the stories that I’ve read on various blogs on the Internet. With the accounts I opened, I set most to block obscenity and sexually oriented material. When I was befriended and wanted to see the profile of the friend, I lifted the blocks to see their background. Immediately, I began picking up material I didn’t enjoy. I am not a prude, and I realize that a great deal of the femininity related to crossdressing has a strong sexual component to it. I am not comfortable with pictures depicting this.
People often view us as perverted. I’ve mentioned in other stories that I take great care to look neat and attractive when I dress, just as I do when dressed as a man. Many consider it strange that a man would want to emulate the body shape of a woman and wear shaping garments, breast forms, pantyhose and high heels to enhance their appearance. I truly find this enjoyable and wish that my wife was more comfortable with it. In my earlier years (adolescence), arousal was common, but now, not so much. I am satisfied with the simple contentment (and endorphin rush) of donning feminine apparel. I can channel the arousal for the time with my wife. She knows my feminine characteristics enhance the bonding and mutual nurturing.
Many believe sexual gratification is entirely what crossdressing is all about. It is so much more complex and compelling, much in the same way that the appreciation of art, music and sports are to most of us. Correspondingly, my propensity to select more adventuresome (not necessarily provocative) feminine attire has helped motivate me to stay fit. I am getting ready to go out in a few minutes to pick up some groceries for the rest of our Christmas celebrations with family. Everything I’m wearing was designed for a woman, and yet, I will present as a man. I don’t know why I enjoy dressing this way, but I put a lot of consideration and effort into it.
I believe most heterosexual crossdressers will read this and identify with it. We are not so different. I do not criticize those who see it otherwise; I just wish that more in the general population could accept that our preoccupation is essentially harmless. Frequently, the wives of crossdressers are confused and intimidated by their husbands’ desire to dress like women. I cannot judge those extremely valid feelings. I wish I could comprise a treatise that could adequately portray how crossdressers feel about this part of their lives and in their love and admiration for their significant others.
I’ve read pieces about wives who enjoy “playing girlfriend” with their husbands. I never know how realistic or accurate those depictions are. Sometimes the concept seems awkward simply because of the size differences between men and women. I have been told that I appear believable when dressed by those who have looked at my pictures. I seldom wear makeup anymore, so absent the facial components, I might not draw undue attention. I’m 5’10” and 150 lbs. Even though I’m somewhat femininely proportional, I am a tall woman—especially when wearing heels. My wife is 5’0” and weighs 98 lbs. Alone, I would draw attention. With the height difference, we are certainly an attention getting couple!
But . . . I would love to give the girlfriend thing a try. The bottom line is; I think this CD thing can really be fun and satisfying for the couple who is not hung up on convention. Today, we might pull it off without incident, even if I was made. My fantasy has us in St. Louis, at The Fox Theater, 250 miles away, where we might be anonymous and share the night as girlfriends!