Violetgray
04-01-2011, 05:14 PM
So.. um... hi.
I'm going to preface this by saying that a LOT of people are going to be mad at me for not being honest, and for that I apologize. But PLEASE just give me a chance to explain what I've done for the past, what-- 4 years now maybe?
I've in the past gotten comments like “Wow you look like a GG” and “Wow your female voice is great!” If you go back to maybe my very first pic post on this board, there's someone in the comments who says something along the lines of, “Sorry, not my first trip around the block, that's a RG, a real girl” And I showed “proof” of me in guy mode to sort of, quell those suspicions.
So.. uh... about that...
You can probably guess by now where I'm going with this. If you've seen the movie “Fight Club” you know that two of the main characters met by going to support groups for people struggling with illnesses and addictions for the moral support that they gave each other. Having certain emotions directed toward them became addictive.
I felt the same way everytime I got complimented on my pic, every time one of you left me a message about how beautiful I was. That can be as addictive as any drug. But the truth is, I'm actually not a crossdresser.
I am, in fact, a dress.
I'm a dress trapped in a man's body. I know this might sound strange to some of you but please bear with me. I've seen some womanizing, philandering, borderline nympho men express their desire to BE women by sleeping with women, getting as close to them as one can. Later when they transition into womanhood, they freely admit that the sex was just an outlet for who they were.
Well, I've been wearing dresses since I was four, not because I wanted to be a girl, but because I longed to be a dress myself, and it was as close as I can get. I long to be worn to parties, to be washed on a rinse cycle, to be hung by my straps to dry in the cool spring air until my hem smelled like a refreshing wind.
But no more deception, no more games. I've decided to start a support group for people who identify as articles of clothing so that we can talk with one another about issues that only WE understand.
You can expect to see www.transfabric.com in about a week or so.
Thank you for all your support ladies and once again I'm so sorry if any of you feel betrayed.
I'm going to preface this by saying that a LOT of people are going to be mad at me for not being honest, and for that I apologize. But PLEASE just give me a chance to explain what I've done for the past, what-- 4 years now maybe?
I've in the past gotten comments like “Wow you look like a GG” and “Wow your female voice is great!” If you go back to maybe my very first pic post on this board, there's someone in the comments who says something along the lines of, “Sorry, not my first trip around the block, that's a RG, a real girl” And I showed “proof” of me in guy mode to sort of, quell those suspicions.
So.. uh... about that...
You can probably guess by now where I'm going with this. If you've seen the movie “Fight Club” you know that two of the main characters met by going to support groups for people struggling with illnesses and addictions for the moral support that they gave each other. Having certain emotions directed toward them became addictive.
I felt the same way everytime I got complimented on my pic, every time one of you left me a message about how beautiful I was. That can be as addictive as any drug. But the truth is, I'm actually not a crossdresser.
I am, in fact, a dress.
I'm a dress trapped in a man's body. I know this might sound strange to some of you but please bear with me. I've seen some womanizing, philandering, borderline nympho men express their desire to BE women by sleeping with women, getting as close to them as one can. Later when they transition into womanhood, they freely admit that the sex was just an outlet for who they were.
Well, I've been wearing dresses since I was four, not because I wanted to be a girl, but because I longed to be a dress myself, and it was as close as I can get. I long to be worn to parties, to be washed on a rinse cycle, to be hung by my straps to dry in the cool spring air until my hem smelled like a refreshing wind.
But no more deception, no more games. I've decided to start a support group for people who identify as articles of clothing so that we can talk with one another about issues that only WE understand.
You can expect to see www.transfabric.com in about a week or so.
Thank you for all your support ladies and once again I'm so sorry if any of you feel betrayed.