I started dressing at 12 when I "rescued" some of my mothers clothing from the donation pile. From those scary first times to the present I never have stopped and despite all the usual feelings of guilt and shame I somehow survived intact and the wife and I have come to accept my female persona as an integral part of what makes me me. Now that I am pushing 50 I look forward to the days when I can do this when I want to as often as I want to because the kids will be on their own.
Jenny L.