Hi all, I started dressing up at 12 in my mom's undies. That was 45 years ago. There's been pauses here and there, but there's always been panties, stockings, a skirt and nail polish near at hand. I've always needed vanishingly little approval from others- I can't make up their minds for them. More than ever before I don't care if someone can't grasp what being dressed up does for me. I can hear the mental buzz among us... 'Why did it take so long to find one another?' - Marsha