Passing is not an option, but...
I don't bother with make-up, because, hey--big moustache, big frame--you can't put lipstick on a pig.
But I do feel best dressed totally en femme, and I do wear blouse, women's pants, purse and even heels into my favorite second-hand fashion boutique. My new year's resolution is to show up in a skirt next time I walk in to shop for a dress.
I've been wearing panties & bras & hose often under my boy clothes lately, and I have a firm rule that I won't buy anything girly unless I am at least wearing feminine lingerie.
The point is to feel feminine--while not frightening the passersby...
It' the look on the ladies and the feel on me.
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Originally Posted by
Michelle_in_tights
I just wear tights and leotards or swimsuits for the thrill and once I'm satisfied I can't wait to get out of them. Its more of a fetish for me.
Michelle in Tights has a position about like mine. I am glad this thread came up so I could share my thoughts. I am one who enjoys wearing clothing over the years that women and girls have claimed for their own. I asked myself why something that looked like it would feel so good should only be worn by them.
At first it was the curiosity of the clothing and then the identity with the feminity of the persons usually in them. As a boy curious what it would feel like to dress like a girl in leotards and tights, a dance recital costume, one piece bathing suits, and pantyhose, it's easy to get caught up in looking and feeling girly. At that age, a boy's facial features and body has yet to develop the strikingly masculine traits such that he can be quite feminine looking at his reflection in the mirror clothed in his girly garments, wherever they came from be a Mom, a sister, or a girl cousin. Some are lucky enough to get to dress together. Others like me had to sneak and wear them around when everyone else is away, mortified at the thought of getting caught.
Later growing up I looked for information about what is going on with me, why I felt so titillated when a girl at school would appear in a form fitting leotard and tights for a dance or drama class and how ashamedly desirous I was to wear the same thing with her were it not for the embarassment I was certain would be heaped on me. I found out what the terms were like transvestite, crossdresser, transgender, and transexual. I decided I was a mere crossdresser cause I just wanted to wear the clothing. I did not want to become a girl or even try to pass after playing at it a whle. I certainly did not want to become the other gender. I like the difference and my role in it as a male. Having one's weiner chopped off like those who want to think they are really women was out of the question. Hell, I was having much to much fun with that thing down there to ever want to be without it!
As my confidence grew, I found excuses to wear the outfits I enjoyed publicly to seek a certain level of acceptance. I wore leotards and tights, and unitards as costumes for Halloween parties and performances. It gave me a reason to go into dancewear stores and eventually the confidence to try on leotards and tights outfits in the stores. After confiding with several girlfriends that I liked dressing like that, they very much made it a non issue and we sometimes enjoyed each other while both dressed in skintight dancewear. I was able to enroll in a jazz/ballet dance class with a girlfriend as the only guy with her and several other ladies. I was welcomed into the first class in my leotards and tights along with them in theirs and was expected to be in them always for class. It was the closest I ever came to being treated like just one of the girls. Because I attended with my girlfriend, it was my rare chance to fit in and be part of a world I would not normally be able to participate in like I did.
Over the years I did contact several crossdressing groups and visited a few meetings. Instead of realizing a fascination with women and being in their clothes, I never failed to find myself staring at a group of like minded men dressed up in women's clothes. Some seemed to think they actually passed. No way! A curious event I almost got into with special appeal for me was a one time aerobics class for a club of crossdressers. I was welcomed to come and join them so long as I was dressed femme in leotards and tights too. And for them that meant also makeup and wig. Since I had no wig, I made plans to accomodate them by wearing a navy ladies turban to go along with the navy long sleeve front zip v-neck leotard and matching tights I planned to wear. Once I was in my workout outfit with the turban and makeup, I thought I could make the drive to the place wearing a denim jumper dress over them, a look I had seen before. But alas, something popped up that prevented me from doing the aerobics class. And they never did it again. It must not have gone over that well.
And from that near experience, I realized that my desire to dress was not to pass or pretend to be femme, but to enjoy the clothes. My masculine features always showed through the feminine clothes even though they tended to soften them. And the appeal was truly not for the leotard on the girl, but the girl that was in the leotard. Still I found that I liked stretching and lounging in a unitard or my leotards and tights. Pantyhose were practical for a little extra warmth and leg support. And one piece swimsuits were comfortable to wear for lap swim. I found that one piece swimsuits had been made for men identical to the womens and a number of men besides myself like them. Women don't get the same tactile thrill from the outfits that men do. Silky panties that get us worked up sliding over our privates do nothing like that for women and are instead worn to give their skirts and outer clothing more glide over them.
Even though as we grow up, we realize that what we were dealing with fetishes and fantasies still feel good to wear and, in some cases, are quite practical. If more men would try some of these garments and fabrics, they might catch on. More and more men are sliding into pantyhose and discovering their benefits. So I say enjoy the clothing. But take a reality check once in a while. Crossdressing, especially trying to pass, is a major waster of the time we have been given here. I am for having a little fun, enjoying the titillation of it, then slipping out of my lycra turtleneck leotard and tights, heels, and turban, and then moving on. Sorry this was so long.
