Typical crossdressing story, been doing it since I can remember, my very firts memory as a child involves putting on my cousin's clothes and getting caught. I grew up with two older sisters (and no Dad) so I've always had new clothes to wear. I came out to my wife knowing our love can stand anything and she has been helping me improving my looks. The better I look the more confortable I feel whith who I am, so for me it is a work in process, I have good and bad days but as I mention, with the support of my wife I have manage to look less like a dude wearing a dress and more like and ugly girl (but a girl none the less)