We live in a society where accepting the physical traits you were born with is supposed to be the admirable. Recently we have seen an increase in accepting changing that through plastic surgery (nose jobs, face lifts, boob jobs, etc). But there is still a strong resistance to doing that.
I ask myself, 'Is it because it's expensive so only the well off can afford it therefore the resistance is due to jealousy?'
Possibly.
Our culture places physical beauty high on the list of priorities to aspire to but few can really attain that level. So for us remaining average lookers we have no alternative but to look down on those who put high priorities on physical beauty. So we end up really believing that changing your physical traits is something bad. But is it really? What rule of life says we must be happy with the body we are born with? What is gained by going through life totally unhappy with our physical appearance?
Now add to that society's belief that the highest goal you can achieve is being a man. Yes, that's what most of us have heard all our lives in one form or another. Men are physically stronger than women and being strong is something good. From that comes the illogical conclusion that physical strength equates to emotional strength. We are raised by fathers who could never live with themselves if their sons didn't become the Rock of Gibraltar. Society expects us to be that at least within our family. How many times have you heard comments that indicate a father hasn't done what a 'real man' would do? Yet I know of many men who are sick and tired of having to live up to this expectation. They are great husbands and fathers but don't fit the 'mold'.
If a man wears a dress does it change who he is? If he adds to that all the details that in effect make him look more like a woman is he weaker or less of a person for it? I know it has never changed who I am. In fact I am a better person then because I have accepted who I am. I am not thinking about why it is I 'have' to dress as society expects. I am just being me. And the funny thing is that when those around me can look beyond the visual 'oddity' they see, they realize that there is a far better person here than the one they have come to know.
When dressed I never see myself differently. I do like the way I look and I gain self confidence from that. Any GG can relate to that when they go from 'early morning self' to 'night out on the town self'. You have taken the time to adjust all the fine details of how you look. You have fussed with every aspect of your appearance until you are satisfied. You won't leave the house until all the fine details are to your liking. I understand that. I appreciate that respect you have for yourself. I know how doing that helps your self esteem. Maybe that's why you are better social creatures than us. You come prepared.
Men shower, comb their hair and put on a suit. BORING! I love taking the time to fuss over my appearance but it's not a 'manly' thing to do. And anyway, within the 'manly' world how much time can you spend fussing with your hair or adjusting your tie? We really aren't given that much to fuss about.
Would I be happy if society said "Okay, you can take all the time you want and dress like you want and everyone will see only that you really went all out to look your best"? Maybe. I will never know because it will never happen in my lifetime. Besides, I have no idea what that person might look like if I did that. I suppose it would take as many years to find that look as it does for the teenage girl. I still would appreciate the opportunity though.
I talked too long and you probably stopped reading by now anyway.
Sincerely, honestly and without any false pretenses,
Julie
One reason why I dress in womens clothes.
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Caroline
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Hi everyone,
I have just read every post in this thread.
How uplifting. It was a joy and a pleasure to read your thoughts, but especially CJ's dated 21st Jan.
I've never been much good at working out my motivations for doing anything, far less why I CD. All I know is that I thoroughly enjoy it, and I'm surprised it isn't a more popular pastime. All those lovely clothes, silky legs, lovely nails and makeup, what a contrast to the usual macho crap we're expected to wear in our male lives.
For the best part of 50 years I struggled to understand it, or at least to come to terms with it, but it wasn't until I learned to accept me for what I am that I learned to enjoy being myself, harming no-one, and guilt free.
OK, I don't tell anyone about it, except my wife, who has supported me from the start of our relationship, and I would hate my (male) neighbours or (male) work-colleagues to know, but what the hell, I'm sure they have facets of their own character they wouldn't want me to know about either.
One other good thing about coming to terms with my own CDing, is that it's taught me to be more understanding about what I used to consider were the 'failings' of others. Learning compassion and understanding for others can never be a bad thing.
I would like to think that someone finds this post as uplifting as I found all of yours, but I don't flatter myself in that regard--and that's not a hint that I want to be 'stroked'.
Peace,
Caroline.
I have just read every post in this thread.
How uplifting. It was a joy and a pleasure to read your thoughts, but especially CJ's dated 21st Jan.
I've never been much good at working out my motivations for doing anything, far less why I CD. All I know is that I thoroughly enjoy it, and I'm surprised it isn't a more popular pastime. All those lovely clothes, silky legs, lovely nails and makeup, what a contrast to the usual macho crap we're expected to wear in our male lives.
For the best part of 50 years I struggled to understand it, or at least to come to terms with it, but it wasn't until I learned to accept me for what I am that I learned to enjoy being myself, harming no-one, and guilt free.
OK, I don't tell anyone about it, except my wife, who has supported me from the start of our relationship, and I would hate my (male) neighbours or (male) work-colleagues to know, but what the hell, I'm sure they have facets of their own character they wouldn't want me to know about either.
One other good thing about coming to terms with my own CDing, is that it's taught me to be more understanding about what I used to consider were the 'failings' of others. Learning compassion and understanding for others can never be a bad thing.
I would like to think that someone finds this post as uplifting as I found all of yours, but I don't flatter myself in that regard--and that's not a hint that I want to be 'stroked'.
Peace,
Caroline.
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Nancy,
This is an old thread but, somehow, I missed it before. I did want to add something to it.
During the period of my divorce from my first wife, I spent some time with an analyst. I had trouble talking about the cd so I suggested I come dressed and he agreed. When Josey went to the analyst, Josey talked very freely. We went all the way back to childhood feelings. I had a father who was very distant and never displayed any love. On top of that, he was an alcoholic and drank heavy most nights which caused an extreme nastiness. When other families came over to our house with their female children who were about the same age, my father was always so very friendly to them. The analyst determined that my first desire to be a female came from a desire to be recognized in my father's eyes. Once I got a little older, I had developed a liking of the feel of the clothing and the idea of being a girl because girls always seemed to be more popular and have more fun. This was my perception.
Now, the analyst came to a stop. He said he could determine what probably caused the start of my dressing and the coninutation in my teenage years but after that, he said very few people really know that answer of why. He did state there were all kinds of theories and he went over a few. None really hit.
Nancy, that gives one reason for dressing. That is, if the analyst was correct, and I feel he may have been. Why do I continue? I don't know. I just know that stopping does not seem to be an option. I have tried, as most of us have, with no success. I wanted to stop smoking, and did with no outside help. I wanted to stop this, and failed miserably. Now, at this point in my life, I no longer want to. I just enjoy it too much.
This is an old thread but, somehow, I missed it before. I did want to add something to it.
During the period of my divorce from my first wife, I spent some time with an analyst. I had trouble talking about the cd so I suggested I come dressed and he agreed. When Josey went to the analyst, Josey talked very freely. We went all the way back to childhood feelings. I had a father who was very distant and never displayed any love. On top of that, he was an alcoholic and drank heavy most nights which caused an extreme nastiness. When other families came over to our house with their female children who were about the same age, my father was always so very friendly to them. The analyst determined that my first desire to be a female came from a desire to be recognized in my father's eyes. Once I got a little older, I had developed a liking of the feel of the clothing and the idea of being a girl because girls always seemed to be more popular and have more fun. This was my perception.
Now, the analyst came to a stop. He said he could determine what probably caused the start of my dressing and the coninutation in my teenage years but after that, he said very few people really know that answer of why. He did state there were all kinds of theories and he went over a few. None really hit.
Nancy, that gives one reason for dressing. That is, if the analyst was correct, and I feel he may have been. Why do I continue? I don't know. I just know that stopping does not seem to be an option. I have tried, as most of us have, with no success. I wanted to stop smoking, and did with no outside help. I wanted to stop this, and failed miserably. Now, at this point in my life, I no longer want to. I just enjoy it too much.
"The early bird catches the worm...But... It's the second mouse that gets the cheese"
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Thanks, this is very well said, and matches my feelings. For me, the clothes don't matter as much as the feeling.Nancy wrote:I just keep coming back to, I love to dress and make my self up as a woman because of how as a male it makes me feel right on the outside with how I feel on the inside.
I love women. Women have always been the focus of my attention. How they dress, look, act, the things they do and how they do them. Also how women care and get things done. ....
I guess it's just the way I am. I enjoy being a guy with but when I can I just much rather be one of the girls in a womens world.
I work with two very cute twenty-something girls, and gradually I've let go of being their older boss and surrendered to being just one of the girls. They have accepted that easily, and with great affection. They feel free to gossip and giggle and share their thoughts with me like I was one of their gg friends. I don't act girly around them, they know nothing about my dressing, they know I'm not gay..but they know there is a sister inside, and the glow must certainly shine for them.
Last week, after some aggravating thing, I said, "Oh, forget the male ego thing, just consider me one of the girls!" One of them looked me right in the eyes and said, "Well, we always have!" After I got over some blushing and embarassment, I became SOOOO happy! I'm still totally joyful going to work each day, knowing that somewhere inside, they know and love who I am.
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CJ, thanks for sharing your personal experiences...they helped me to remember and discover some of mine, and I think they show how very individual each of us are.CJ wrote: No. I was very often in her bedroom watching the Ritual (as I've come to call it). She sat, dressed only in her underwear, at the vanity table applying makeup and styling her hair for what seemed like hours on end. I'd watch. Sometimes, I'd ask her questions or just engage her in general chit-chat. Then, she'd get dressed. Still, I'd watch. Sometimes, I'd even help her with the odd snagging zipper. In some way, I think I had become my mother's mirror, even though real mirrors abounded in the room and in the apartment.
Love,
Christina
That said, how many of us have also watched a woman in our life as she dressed?
For me, it was my friend's older sister, in high school, as she got ready in the afternoon to go to her waitress job. I stood transfixed every day after school as she showered, brushed her hair, dressed and put on her eye makeup and lipstick. Yes, I became her "mirror", and she mine. It seemed very natural for both of us.
Later, after college, my best friend left his wife, and she would cry on my shoulder daily. We lived in the same building, and soon I was there mornings before work, and evenings, and it became natural for her to dress and talk with me, and soon I was invited into her bathroom as she chose her clothes and fretted over her makeup. I helped with her hair, and sometimes with her dressing.
This time, the urge to dress in her clothes became very strong, and after she left for work I couldn't resist it. One morning she missed her bus and came back and found me. After her anger subsided, she admited that, really, she wasn't suprised, or shocked--she had already accepted me in some way. For the next months, until she moved back to her home town, she helped me dress and make-up. It was a very wonderful time for both of us...for her, healing her insecurities and pain, and for me, liberating and relaxing the girl inside. We held up a kind and beautiful mirror for each other.
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Yes, that's a wonderful experience. As I've come to accept and understand my own desires and needs, and as I've stopped hiding them from others and especially myself, my compassion, empathy and enjoyment of others has blossomed.Caroline wrote:Hi everyone,
One other good thing about coming to terms with my own CDing, is that it's taught me to be more understanding about what I used to consider were the 'failings' of others. Learning compassion and understanding for others can never be a bad thing.
chrissie
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I just found this on Julia K's journal:
http://journal.urnotalone.com/45636-229666
I think it's very well said....
I've been reflecting on why I find dressing like a woman to be so pleasurable.
One reason is that it allows me to escape the need to act manly or 'macho' (as if I ever was!!). It is a genuine escape, to abandon the masculine mask that I have worn for so long, and to project a gentler personality. It allows me to giggle, to sigh, to pout, to smile brightly, and...yes...even to cry if I feel sad. It liberates me to swing my hips as I climb stairs, to keep my knees together when I sit, to crouch rather than bend down, to place one foot in front of the other as I walk, and to enter/exit a car with grace and assurance.
Dressing also gives me the opportunity to have sensuous fabrics close to my body. The soft silicone of my breast forms. The silkiness of lingerie. Skirts of leather and suede, lots of fullness or straight and hip-hugging. Flowing blouses and tight-fitting tops. Turtlenecks and low-cut necklines. Preppy outfits and flouncy dresses. And hair styles that are full and stylish, brushing my neck and shoulders as I move. Jewellery that flickers and moves with me. And a subtle scent that reminds me of my femininity with every breath. And finally, that magical feeling as I don my pumps and stride forth, making a statement with every step.
And dressing makes me feel younger. Makeup and body shaping and lovely hair have the power to subtract years...and who doesn't savour that? At the same time that it masks the marks and ridges of passing years, it imbues me with so much more energy and vitality than I normally experience. It gives me the opportunity to be "as youthful as I feel", regardless of my biological age. In short, it performs for me a miracle that nothing else can.
Finally, dressing makes me feel vulnerable. It makes me fearful of those who might speak unpleasantly or bring me harm. And it reminds me that my ideal of a woman is not rough and tough, but rather, soft and tender. Meant to be cared for and protected, treated to courtesies and saved from discomfort. It makes me crave an arm to hold as I walk, a hand to caress, a loving embrace, a whisper in the ear, a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Dressing as a woman is more than just putting on female clothing...much more. It involves adopting a different persona, a different attitude...toward myself and those around me. It makes kindness, empathy, closeness much more desirable. At its best, it means becoming a woman—in essence, transforming myself into someone that I would rather be.
Can you relate?
http://journal.urnotalone.com/45636-229666
I think it's very well said....
I've been reflecting on why I find dressing like a woman to be so pleasurable.
One reason is that it allows me to escape the need to act manly or 'macho' (as if I ever was!!). It is a genuine escape, to abandon the masculine mask that I have worn for so long, and to project a gentler personality. It allows me to giggle, to sigh, to pout, to smile brightly, and...yes...even to cry if I feel sad. It liberates me to swing my hips as I climb stairs, to keep my knees together when I sit, to crouch rather than bend down, to place one foot in front of the other as I walk, and to enter/exit a car with grace and assurance.
Dressing also gives me the opportunity to have sensuous fabrics close to my body. The soft silicone of my breast forms. The silkiness of lingerie. Skirts of leather and suede, lots of fullness or straight and hip-hugging. Flowing blouses and tight-fitting tops. Turtlenecks and low-cut necklines. Preppy outfits and flouncy dresses. And hair styles that are full and stylish, brushing my neck and shoulders as I move. Jewellery that flickers and moves with me. And a subtle scent that reminds me of my femininity with every breath. And finally, that magical feeling as I don my pumps and stride forth, making a statement with every step.
And dressing makes me feel younger. Makeup and body shaping and lovely hair have the power to subtract years...and who doesn't savour that? At the same time that it masks the marks and ridges of passing years, it imbues me with so much more energy and vitality than I normally experience. It gives me the opportunity to be "as youthful as I feel", regardless of my biological age. In short, it performs for me a miracle that nothing else can.
Finally, dressing makes me feel vulnerable. It makes me fearful of those who might speak unpleasantly or bring me harm. And it reminds me that my ideal of a woman is not rough and tough, but rather, soft and tender. Meant to be cared for and protected, treated to courtesies and saved from discomfort. It makes me crave an arm to hold as I walk, a hand to caress, a loving embrace, a whisper in the ear, a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Dressing as a woman is more than just putting on female clothing...much more. It involves adopting a different persona, a different attitude...toward myself and those around me. It makes kindness, empathy, closeness much more desirable. At its best, it means becoming a woman—in essence, transforming myself into someone that I would rather be.
Can you relate?
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It IS fun!!
Hello all: How do I feel...
I definitely agree that CD'ing makes me feel and look younger!
Make-up certainly takes a few years off as does the hippie/preppie/"nice girl" look I've evolved.
And when I'm wearing one of my cheerleader outfits at a peace march, global warming protest or other appropriate event, the sun is shining, the outdoor temperature is just right (between 55 and 70 degrees fahrenheit) the wig and make-up go together well, the feeling is just great! I really enjoy interacting with other folks at those events. There was a party organized by the women's peace group CODE PINK after the big D.C. peace march in January-- I was in full "hippie cheerleader" dress (top with a peace sign embroidered on it; jeans) and the CODE PINK ladies really made me like "one of the girls." I had a great time dancing with the CODE PINK crowd to music from the -60s through-- whenever. It is liberating to free myself from the snobbery that says THE VILLAGE PEOPLE are commercial junk and just start jumping around and waving pompons to "YMCA!" Don't knock it if you haven't tried it!!
I had been wearing dresses and top/skirt outfits mostly-- no pants until recently. Looked good and I certainly got a thrill out of it.
But several months ago I bought a pair of OLD NAVY women's jeans at a consignment shop. They fit well and I ordered another pair of the exact same style from the OLD NAVY web site. Since then, I've added a few more and now have 5 pairs (from several sources). I've discovered that even with tights and padded briefs, walking in pants IS easier than walking in a skirt or dress. And I absolutely feel less vulnerable! (and seem to "blend in" easier...) And of course I am now equipped to "dress" in winter weather! Which brings up another discovery-- makeup seems to acts as a slight insulation against cold temperatures and wind.
I actually have the most fun as a CDer when attending non TG specific events or just shopping. One of my goals is to be taken seriously by other folks no matter how I'm dressed or appear. I went to a local pub to see a band after the February Transgender Education Association meeting (dressed in one of my more "preppy" ensembles-- but with a peace sign pendant) and everything was just fine! I think the two gg band members really got a kick out of it! (and if I'm remembering correctly, one even complimented me on my look!-- and there are cute photos of me with the two gg musicians!!). I should mention that this band had seen me in full cheerleader mode at a folk festival several months earlier, so my appearance might not have been a complete shock to them.
Being a music journalist, I'll be hanging out with folks who are more "alternative" to begin with, so that does give me some "artistic license." But it still means a lot to me when musicians and other folks in "the business" accept my CDing.
Tomorrow, "hippie cheerleader" will be appearing in a skit put on by other residents of my apartment building. I am nervous, but excited.
My typing finger is now exhausted, so I'll close off this installment here.
Best wishes for 2007 to everyone!
Peace-- Kendra Lynn ("hippie cheerleader")
I definitely agree that CD'ing makes me feel and look younger!
Make-up certainly takes a few years off as does the hippie/preppie/"nice girl" look I've evolved.
And when I'm wearing one of my cheerleader outfits at a peace march, global warming protest or other appropriate event, the sun is shining, the outdoor temperature is just right (between 55 and 70 degrees fahrenheit) the wig and make-up go together well, the feeling is just great! I really enjoy interacting with other folks at those events. There was a party organized by the women's peace group CODE PINK after the big D.C. peace march in January-- I was in full "hippie cheerleader" dress (top with a peace sign embroidered on it; jeans) and the CODE PINK ladies really made me like "one of the girls." I had a great time dancing with the CODE PINK crowd to music from the -60s through-- whenever. It is liberating to free myself from the snobbery that says THE VILLAGE PEOPLE are commercial junk and just start jumping around and waving pompons to "YMCA!" Don't knock it if you haven't tried it!!
I had been wearing dresses and top/skirt outfits mostly-- no pants until recently. Looked good and I certainly got a thrill out of it.
But several months ago I bought a pair of OLD NAVY women's jeans at a consignment shop. They fit well and I ordered another pair of the exact same style from the OLD NAVY web site. Since then, I've added a few more and now have 5 pairs (from several sources). I've discovered that even with tights and padded briefs, walking in pants IS easier than walking in a skirt or dress. And I absolutely feel less vulnerable! (and seem to "blend in" easier...) And of course I am now equipped to "dress" in winter weather! Which brings up another discovery-- makeup seems to acts as a slight insulation against cold temperatures and wind.
I actually have the most fun as a CDer when attending non TG specific events or just shopping. One of my goals is to be taken seriously by other folks no matter how I'm dressed or appear. I went to a local pub to see a band after the February Transgender Education Association meeting (dressed in one of my more "preppy" ensembles-- but with a peace sign pendant) and everything was just fine! I think the two gg band members really got a kick out of it! (and if I'm remembering correctly, one even complimented me on my look!-- and there are cute photos of me with the two gg musicians!!). I should mention that this band had seen me in full cheerleader mode at a folk festival several months earlier, so my appearance might not have been a complete shock to them.
Being a music journalist, I'll be hanging out with folks who are more "alternative" to begin with, so that does give me some "artistic license." But it still means a lot to me when musicians and other folks in "the business" accept my CDing.
Tomorrow, "hippie cheerleader" will be appearing in a skit put on by other residents of my apartment building. I am nervous, but excited.
My typing finger is now exhausted, so I'll close off this installment here.
Best wishes for 2007 to everyone!
Peace-- Kendra Lynn ("hippie cheerleader")
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Tea Cake
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cool thread that made me remember being so young and trying on my sister's clothes---it was an innocent time and I still remember the spanish-style skirt and white blouse I first put on. I was 7 or so...there were times before that I'm told--though I don't remeber them. It was just playing before I think, not like that first time I sought it out on my own.
I always kept it a secret when I was young ---I liked having a secret from the world back then. Things got sweeter early on as the secret " came out " to my girl friend, as I was 15 or so...
my girlfriend and I were dressing punky and hitting the thrift stores. We felt like rebels when she'd loan me fishnets and slited skirts to wear. What a cool innocent time I remember...I remeber not really trying to look like a girl---but being stylin in a way that seemed natural at the time. Skirts and combat boots!!!!hahaha!!
So after I left home into the labyrinth of the world I've experienced lots of different chapters as far as all this dressing goes--it was never far from the surface--sometimes I felt edgy and cool---sometimes as relationships failed I hit low low spots and felt confused about it all. Judged too. I remeber rebuilding life lots of times and soon began to realize change IS life, and life is way cooler with confidence and self esteem.
I still love to feel like a rebel but now appreciate the kindness that truth ALWAYS radiates. I also realize that "being" is a huge adventure and that secrets are meant to be shared with the right person, or rather as Shakespeare wrote " ALL WILL OUT!!!!!!!"
The intimacey of " getting all fixed up ", and talking about outfits and playing with style is something that I value sharing so much, ever since my teen years---perhaps this is what I read and recognized and is why I felt compelled to post here---
PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!----------------------- Tea cake
I always kept it a secret when I was young ---I liked having a secret from the world back then. Things got sweeter early on as the secret " came out " to my girl friend, as I was 15 or so...
my girlfriend and I were dressing punky and hitting the thrift stores. We felt like rebels when she'd loan me fishnets and slited skirts to wear. What a cool innocent time I remember...I remeber not really trying to look like a girl---but being stylin in a way that seemed natural at the time. Skirts and combat boots!!!!hahaha!!
So after I left home into the labyrinth of the world I've experienced lots of different chapters as far as all this dressing goes--it was never far from the surface--sometimes I felt edgy and cool---sometimes as relationships failed I hit low low spots and felt confused about it all. Judged too. I remeber rebuilding life lots of times and soon began to realize change IS life, and life is way cooler with confidence and self esteem.
I still love to feel like a rebel but now appreciate the kindness that truth ALWAYS radiates. I also realize that "being" is a huge adventure and that secrets are meant to be shared with the right person, or rather as Shakespeare wrote " ALL WILL OUT!!!!!!!"
The intimacey of " getting all fixed up ", and talking about outfits and playing with style is something that I value sharing so much, ever since my teen years---perhaps this is what I read and recognized and is why I felt compelled to post here---
PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!-----------------------
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Tea cake, honey, you are so right: "confidence and self-esteem!" that is the ticket. We go out dressed and find surprisingly enough that that smile added to an air of confidence and the feeling of "yes, this is me and I am proud of myself!" that is what is going to bring us into acceptance with society.
Kendra - I love you, honey!!! Keep the faith!
Love,
Virginia
Kendra - I love you, honey!!! Keep the faith!
Love,
Virginia
First star to the right, then straight on 'till mornin!
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dress in women's clothes
It started by accident. My wife noticed how uncomfoptable I was sleeping in men's shortie PJ's. She noticed the marks it left on my body, sleeping in one position all nite. She gave me anightie to wear, no marks the next day. I commented on the comfort of it. Since then i have been dressing in any comfortable ladies clothes, stretch knit dresses, flowing nighties etc. I like the equality of being as comfortable as what a lady has for choices.
Happiness is dressing to your innermost desire and feeling.
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Re: dress in women's clothes
My wife gave me a nightie after asking did I prefer one. Last night I slept in boxer shorts becasue it was in the wash. I was uncomfortable. She has said it will be ready for tonight. I wear bra, panties, tights etc as well & I wish it would extend to a skirt at home (I wear one when my wife is out!)
Ann Stef wrote:It started by accident. My wife noticed how uncomfoptable I was sleeping in men's shortie PJ's. She noticed the marks it left on my body, sleeping in one position all nite. She gave me anightie to wear, no marks the next day. I commented on the comfort of it. Since then i have been dressing in any comfortable ladies clothes, stretch knit dresses, flowing nighties etc. I like the equality of being as comfortable as what a lady has for choices.
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This is an old thread that I missed when I first came here. Thanks for resurrecting it.
I identified with CJ. My mom's ritual took all of two minutes but I remember watching her get dressed as a child and being pretty fascinated by the differences. I knew how to put a bra on because I watched her do it when I was three. And then one day the opportunity was there...... Now here I am.
Zari
I identified with CJ. My mom's ritual took all of two minutes but I remember watching her get dressed as a child and being pretty fascinated by the differences. I knew how to put a bra on because I watched her do it when I was three. And then one day the opportunity was there...... Now here I am.
Zari
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- Miss Platinum Goddess
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Re: dress in women's clothes
My wife gave me a nightie and althought I wore bras/panties before that it has opened up a lot more including a skirt "When I am at leisure"
Ann Stef wrote:It started by accident. My wife noticed how uncomfoptable I was sleeping in men's shortie PJ's. She noticed the marks it left on my body, sleeping in one position all nite. She gave me anightie to wear, no marks the next day. I commented on the comfort of it. Since then i have been dressing in any comfortable ladies clothes, stretch knit dresses, flowing nighties etc. I like the equality of being as comfortable as what a lady has for choices.