Hello everyone.. WARNING.. super long post.
Well, it's been a while since I posted anything meaningful, so here it goes.
Some background info:
1. I don't dress much, and my wife is clueless to what little I do.
2. I am not gay, or bi. Women only for me.
3. My dressing is a sexual thrill for me - no intentions of presenting female in public.
4. I've had a compulsion to dress since as early as I can remember. It only became a turn-on when puberty hit.
I have a problem... and it's my concience. It is literally killing me, I think. I have deep shame issues regarding dressing. I don't want anyone to know about it. I do it for myself only, and there is quite a large amount of fear that I could be found out.
Of course.. along with fear of being caught is a very large desire to dress, and I don't get many opportunities. When I know an opportunity is coming I get very anxious waiting for the day to arrive. Guess what? When the day comes and I get all dressed up, immediately after I get very distressed, depressed, and dissapointed with myself. Once the desire has faded the reality sets in and I realize in my mind that I have done a very strange thing. I swear I won't do it again.. and then guess what happens.. Yep. I do it again.
Well, right after Christmas I am going to have 4 full days of alone time. No work, no wife, no responsibilities. In preparation I bought some clothes, hid them in my secret location. Then just thursday night (today is Saturday) something came over me and I did something I've never ever done before - I shaved my legs. Immediately after I thought to myself "You idiot. That will take over a month to grow back, and what are you going to tell the wife when she asks about it?!" So since that day I have been panic stricken worrying what her reaction is going to be when she finally notices, and she hasn't! Good lord, I've walked around the house bare-legged just hoping she'd say something so I could get it over with.. but not a word. This morning we were watching TV on the bed together and (under the covers) she starts rubbing my leg.. I thought "OH BOY HERE WE GO.." but she didn't notice. WHAT'S GOING ON? Wow.. well, maybe she noticed but didn't say anything. I hope that's the case, because she's been in a great mood. If she's that happy with the knowledge that my legs are hairless then this is great. But.... I haven't really been able to enjoy it due to the terrible guilt / fear complex I have raging inside my head! I can't seem to calm down, and I'm sure it's not healthy for me to feel like this. I know some of you will respond, "You should tell your wife." Yes I know I should. But why? It's such a hard thing for me to wrap my head around. I don't want to tell the woman I love something that will cause her to love me less. There's a good chance she won't love me any less, but I don't want to risk it. Risk it for what?? I don't want to parade around the house dressed - God no. It's for me only. I don't want her to see me like that, it would really be upsetting to me. What would be gained by letting her know? It wouldn't help her any.. it probably would help me a little with my guilt feelings. But on her side.. I can't imagine how it could be a good thing. Right know she thinks, "Wow, my husband: the good looking, caring, talented, responsible provider for me and my (future) family". After I tell her she will need to insert "CROSSDRESSER", or worse.. "PERVERT". I can't live with that. I wouldn't want to damage our relationship in that way.
So I have my new clothes that I bought. I am feeling very guilty about buying them. I try to rationalize it in my mind, "I paid for it with side job money (true)." Or this one, "I'm gonna quit after this last roll in the hay". Sure, sure.... I really WANT to quit though. I just want to be normal. We're trying to have children and I fear that I will somehow let my child down with this pathetic hobby that I have.
About the clothes.. it's not the first time I've bought "items". I have purged them twice. And I gotta tell you, last night I was feeling such a rush of guilt and shame that I thought about purging this latest batch even before I've had a chance to enjoy them. WHAT THE HECK IS MY PROBLEM? I need serious help. Has anyone out there been in my situation? I would bet the answer is yes. I have been on a continuous sine wave.. up and down, up and down.. ranging from "I can't wait to put on all my new clothes and just *exist* for 4 days.." to "Good lord what am I doing. I'm a guy not a girl.. what would my wife think of me?"
It's killing me. The internal conflict is really wearing me out. Anyone out there have any advice? Sorry for the long post. When I get like this I just need to let it all out. Thanks for listening.
-- KP