My advancements

This week I was going through a box looking for some old documents and at the bottom of the box there was a few Polaroid pictures. I couldn't believe I forgot about those, it was of me on the couch wearing a male shirt and slip and black pantyhose and very hairy legs and handle bar mustach.
I couldn't help just looking at the pictures and it instantly brought me back to that moment. It was at our first apartment and I believe it was the same week I told her about my dressing. I couldn't help just thinking I was so satisfied back then with just a slip and pantyhose, and how far I've come. As I looked down at myself fully dressed now, I looked at the person at the picture back then and I could say at that time I never really wanted to be fully dressed and never would have dreamed of having what I have now and looking how I look now. For some reason when I was younger I never tried on a bra or panties of my sisters or mothers, I always believed it was a personal item and it was usally mostly pantyhose and slips and the odd skirt very rarely. When I got married and moved out I threw my mostly pantyhose and slip stash out in belief that was the end of that chapter in my life, instead little did I know it was just the beginning. I remembered in that old picture I was wearing a pair of pantyhose my wife gave me and wearing her slip, but she didn't want me wearing and stretching her things so later that week we went shopping. I remember being in the store and feeling like a daughter who's mother was shopping for her, she picked up a few pairs of pantyhose and she had me pick the slip I wanted, but then she went to the bra and pantie section and asked me which ones I wanted. Instead of telling her I wasn't into that I decided to shut up and go with it. I remember I didn't know how to fill the bra, I tried rice with knee highs and my wife gave me old pantyhose but finally the water balloons were my go to up to a few years ago when I got my forms.
My wife was a very big part of my advancements, she would hand down her skirts and dresses to me and again a new experience because it was the first time I tried on a dress.
Well this triggered me to get my flash drive and look at older pics and see my advancement. I couldn't believe the very hairy legs and chest hair and for some reason in my delusional world I thought I looked good. As I was shuffling though them I seen when I got my second ear pierced and when I got shoes and less hair. But I noticed the difference as soon as I joined here, before I joined here I never thought of a wig or jewelry and makeup and that's when the pics started looking like a more complete women. The last few pics were the most latest and I put the Poliroid picture next to it and I can't believe how far I came. I now have no hair on my body and when I do dress for long periods I put on some makeup and jewelry. I can't believe what the finding of that picture opened up in my memory, well now that I bored you with my advancements in my dressing journey I would love to hear about yours.

Isn't it fascinating Maria? It's like opening a window to back in time! Thanks for sharing your progression :) It's a good read!

My progression has more or less follow a similar path. When I was a child, I occasionally wore my mom's pantyhose, and once a girdle. Nothing more. Then I got my own pantyhose, and exclusively wore pantyhose to address my crossdressing desires. That stayed pretty much the case for a long time, though I did get a control slip along the way (Rago; I still miss it). I briefly experimented with a girlfriend's dress when she was out of town, but it didn't last long. It wasn't a dress of a kind that I've now learned I like. A couple of months after meeting my wife, I told her of my interest in pantyhose. I thought that was it; just pantyhose. Then, a few years into being married I tried on a pair of heels in a store for the first time. Oh I was in heaven! My wife helped me with dresses and skirts, and those put me over the moon too. Somewhere along the way, I got a bra. I don't remember how. I do remember that it didn't fit well, and I didn't get any 'zing' out of it. By that I mean a connection within me, a feeling of 'wow this is so right!' that happens with most crossdressing clothes. Turned out, I was really just wearing the wrong bra. I have far better bras now that fit me properly, and I have some forms and inserts. Now the bras keep giving me 'zings' when I put them on.

I keep evolving. I don't have a wig yet, but it's one of my next goals. I haven't toyed with makeup, though my wife has twice done me up due to experiments she wanted to try (Mary Kay rep). I'm not sure I'm going to do much with makeup. My wife, as wonderful and supportive as she is, is not too jazzed about the idea of me being completely presented as a woman. She's otherwise quite happy with me being crossdressed. I also want to do as another member of this forum does, and modify my public look to be a bit more feminized, though not with skirts/dresses. It's a progression of getting out into public; that evolution continues.

JulieC don?t sell yourself short on makeup it is a wonderful addition to the beautiful features of a face a little bit of mascara goes a long ways and a bit of eye shadow and lipstick ❤️

Thanks for sharing your story Maria

It's funny how your photo find brought back memories and thoughts of your progression.
I don't think I would have kept a photo like that just out of self-preservation.
Good for you.

Maria, no doubt pantyhose were your gateway drug. Mine was my mother's Merry Widow. Though I have non pictures of me in it, I do remember it 60 years later.