bridalboy: crossdressing is like lace poetry: in his elegy "In Memory of W.B. Yeats." W.H. Auden addresses the ghost of Yeats, "Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry"
Just as one can be hurt into poetry, can you , in thinking back on your life, remember what specifically hurt you into crossdressing? And if you cannot truly identify
and address any hurt, then rest in the comfort, your not a crossdresser. I wish panties and a nighty was all my Chase statement had to account for...lol, dana