Frederique's thread on the transvestism career path got me to thinking. Seems that scholars and psychologists need something to talk about and keep themselves busy.
The talking heads can map out whatever they want. It doesn't mean a damn thing. Everybody follows a unique road. They all lead to unique destinations. Here's mine:
1. Age 12. Tried on some pantyhose for reasons having nothing to do with crossdressing. Liked it. Tried it several more times, and got curious about other articles of women's clothing.
2. Age 12-14. Began to fully dress, however without any prosthetics like wigs and breastforms, using rolled up socks to simulate breasts. Wondered what it would be like to be a girl. Began to obsess about dresses and the wonderful creatures who were wearing them to school. One evening, while dressed from head to toe, I orgasm for the first time. Fom this day forward, my crossdressing often culminates in masturbation and orgasm.
3. Age 17. Went off to college, where the opportunities to dress were minimal. Girl-crazy by this time, but always thinking about crossdressing. Snuck a session in now and then, hoping never to get caught.
4. Age 22. Purchased a dress of my own for the first time from a thrift store. Began hiding my own stash of clothing for my own private use.
5. Age 25. My first place of my own. Crossdress regularly, but too scared to go out anywhere. Still no wig or forms. Need some shoes.
6. Age 29. Married for the first time. She's about my size (a little smaller), and I raid her closet relentlessly. She never knows, winds up cheating on me with one of my best friends. Divorced 13 months later.
7. Age 31-34. On my own again. Begin purchasing clothing again. Make my first breast forms from pantyhose and white rice. Seriously think about transition, but family and friends matters hold me back.
8. Age 34. Marry again to my present wife, who I do not tell I'm a crossdresser. Raid her closet relentlessly. I find the internet, and find that there are others out there who are much like me. I spend a great deal of time studying crossdressing and transexualism. I shave my moustache somewhere around now, but I allow it to grow back.
9. Age 39. We go out for Halloween dressed as the opposite genders. I purchase a wig for the first time. My makeup is really well-done, and I tell her it's because I've watched her doing it for years. I have too good a time that night all dolled up, and she suspects this isn't the first time I've done this. I sleep that night with my nails nicely done, and don't remove them until the next morning. My legs are shaved, and I have difficulty allowing the hair to grow back.
10. Age 40. Caught crossdressing by my step-son, who tells my wife all about it. She hits the roof, and I make some lame excuse about it. She threatens divorce, but we get through it. At some time aroung this age, I replace my wig with a much nicer one that better goes with my skin tone, allowing me to present a much more realistic female image. This ratchets up the crossdressing several notches.
11. Age 44. Step son takes his own life, and our lives are shattered. I continue crossdressing, and do not disclose this to my wife, as she cannot even comprehend how her life has fallen apart, and I do not wish to burden her with it. I try my best just to be a good husband, but it is hard to know what to do or say to her. We struggle, and finally plan for separation. Later, we decide to stay together.
12. Age 45. I shave my moustache off for the last time. It will not be back. I take a job on the road travelling almost full time. I dress every day in hotel rooms, and begin going out every once in a while. I join this forum. Members here convince me to fully disclose my crossdressing habits to my wife. By now, I have abandoned any serious thoughts of transitioning. This job does not last (not my fault), and I head home. When I get home, I write a 5-page letter to my wife fully disclosing my crossdressing habits. She shreds the letter, and we do not discuss it. I begin purchasing my own clothing, and amassing a rather large wardrobe.
13. Age 48. I purchase breast forms for the first time, and attend a support group meeting fully dressed for the first time. We hit a restaurant afterwards. It is a wonderful night for me, and other than the fact that I'm with a group of crossdressers, I pass rather well. My confidence in my feminine appearance goes through the roof.
14. Present day. I've purchased a beautiful new wig, which I did completely en femme. I'm reasonably passable, and find that I can go out in public with little or no problem whatsoever. My wife is fully aware that I crossdress, and knows I have my own clothing, but is still unaware of just how much I have, how often I do this, or how deep it goes. She does not really want to know. But we have grown very close to each other, and have a deep commitment to our marriage. This is our best time together, and she has accepted the fact that I do this and it will not go away.
There. My rocky road. I hope that anyone who took the time to read this, who still has all their best time before them, do not take this same road, as all it will lead to is frustration. Be open as you can, and as honest as you can, and it will be much better for you.
Whew!
I hope that some of you will take the time to share yours with us as well.