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The more I think back on things the more it seems likely that people didn't want to say anything. It's funny how blind we can be when we want, and how others can be when they don't want to be upset...

Hi everyone, I hope you don't mind this long account and question.... the new label is AGP, autogynephilia - which has been around for a while - loving/being turned on by the sense of being a woman...

Hi - and sorry, I don't visit too often - hadn't replied to earlier posts - tgirl-sophie - thanks for your message, a kilt is always an interesting option, and I wonder if there's an afterlife what...

So difficult to tell but how comforting to imagine there could be acceptance and support. In my case and in those times (late 1950s) it would probably have been embarrassed kindness and concern,...

Thanks Jay Cee, a lot of mixed emotions, as ever....

Tact can be a great virtue at times - and I hope things feel Ok for you now. I eventually told my sister that I dressed, which seemed to be a...

A few years ago after a life of hiding I went to counselling to try to unlock all the shame and guilt and self-hatred. The first time I told anyone about dressing, and then I wanted to tell everyone,...

Hi, I was just reflecting on my 'career' as a CD, from early stirrings through to fuller flowering of desire and expression, secrecy to more openness, to the rather neutral state I seem to be in now....

Thanks everyone, and for letting me stay! Another posting picked up something of this - the enjoyment of being a man who also enjoys wearing womens clothes, and now doesn't have to pretend the parody...

Hi everyone .. it's been a long time since posting anything and lots of shifts since, a mix of accepting myself better, and as a consequence becoming a lot more relaxed about dressing ... but not...

On trying to come to terms with my dressing after being widowed it came as a great shock to realise that if I had been much shorter and slighter and had not had children - who are now grown up and...

Can't disagree with any of those comments, but there's also the thing about THAT DRESS... first time I found one like that, it just looked so special and made me so different .. and all of of a...

Liked the explanation given by Grayson Perry, 'potter in a frock' ... that when you're a kid various difficult things happen, and if you collect enough points, you get to be a transvestite...

I couldn't agree more - a good extension to accepting and liking the splendid, curious and interesting person that's there... and looking at oneself when dressed, smiling and saying how much fun it...

Ok, dressing sort of does it, or the mnd-altering happened first, etc, but just wondering how many of us need to disinhibit to dress? have a drink or two, or something else, or have dressing...

in the city I lived as a student people put trash in black plastic bags at night - my thing was oh so casually to see if anyone tied them up with hosiery, or perhaps if just on the top of an open...

and I can never quite work out whether I'd like it to be so shame-free that it would be normal... but thank goodness for people to talk to and ways to learn acceptance and the chance to see no need...

about 4 watching girls in old fashioned blue knickers in gym and wishing I could be like them, then swapping clothes with my cousins about 6 or 7, and later age 11 living inn my granny's house,...

Just wondering if people know of local stories of men deressing as women and being accepted? Recall in Scotland tales of 'Aberdeen Annie' - well known in the 1960s in fishing quarter of the city, and...

I seem to be finding myself somewhere between these descriptions, more simply hoping to feel better about the person inside regardless of what I'm wearing, though very few others have seen the more...

A couple of times years back, along country roads at night, would find a secluded parking area, pull off my shirt etc, on with a flowery Laura Ashley mini-dress, off with lower half and trousers,...

I'm curious, and slightly disbelieving that late starters simply had not in the past the slightest interest or small thrill, even deep down and well hidden, about the idea of 'what must it be like to...

Started with dark blue school knickers which I found in grandmother's house after being sent away to school at 11, though remember being interested in them much earlier. Used to dream about wearing...