I remember when I was 5 or 6 wearing a camisole and panties for the first time,silky smooth feeling. I have no Idea what made me put it on but the feeling was unexplainable at he time. I would later steel my mothers knee highs,hide them in my room and wear them when ever I could. I never thought anything about it and for some reason stopped. Now that I became a pre-teem/teen I remember wearing my mother and my sisters clothes,all attire. I would wear panties,girdles,bras,jeans,blouses and dresses....let's not forget the high heels. I would stay in the bathroom for long periods of time putting on their make up and laying in the tub only to wash it off then go to bed. I remember getting my drivers licsense at 16 and going to the wig shop after my first paycheck to buy a wig. I always had times when I would just stop but it came back in a fury to dress even more. In my late teens and early twenties it was more sexual,I would actually get excited and when IT came I hated myself for being a freak and wanted to die. Believe it or not that didn't stop me from wanting more. I actually went to a wig shop and purchased a gorgeous wig that I could not style at home. I was so desparate to get it right I got all dolled up (make up,dress,heels,totally shaved) and went back to the boutique where I purchased the wig,wearing my ol trusty wig of course. I walked in with wig in bag in hand and explained that I was having a hard time styling it,the girl working was absolutely wonderful as she said come on back we'll see what we can do. As I took my wig off all she said was "oh I see". She explained everything she was doing with the hair as she set and styled it and I left there feeling gorgeous,you know young and beautiful. I will never forget how the wind blew up my dress that night. Eventually I bought breast forms and a hip/butt panty. I was a CD from head to toe and when IT came I ripped all girly things off and wanted to die. I later got married threw all away had kids,divorced,had girlfriends,broke up and it is still in my mind. Crossdressing is my curse but the feelings I get when I dress is a blessing. I still don't know why I feel this way,why me?