As an older CD I have a long history of engaging with this crossdressing passion. I've experienced all of the thrills and chills of this activity in my life. That amazing feel of all of the firsts. The first cool breeze up the skirt, The first sensation of true balance on heels with the weight of breasts. The first time with silky nylons on smoothly shaven legs. That first time stepping out fully transformed. Then there's the other stuff. The many times that you tried to explain and garner acceptance yet the response was anything but. The times that you look at it all and question your own sanity.
I am now at the age where it's all sorted out after a lifetime of self analysis. I am dressed fem every day from the time I go to bed until the next morning when I have to go to work or when she awakes. I truly understand the necessary balance between Carla life and the other reality. And, the only time I could pass under close inspection is if I troweled on makeup. And I just rarely get that kind of time. My idea of passing is just not caring if I'm clocked or not.
And my ultimate conclusion, it's just fun. It just makes me feel good. Geez, for a while, I really thought that every little bad thing that happened was directly related by karma to the last time I crossdressed. Gosh, it's nice being older. It's like all the BS has completely drained out of my head.
I was laughing like a moron to myself this morning because I ingeniously figured out how to zip myself up in a fabulous Liz Claiborne dress using a camera strap and a drawer knob only to find out that I was stuck in the dress, which I kinda' really like! But, I had to go to work and I think they wouldn't appreciate my style choices. I got out the same way I got in. Shoulda' video taped it.
So, y'all. Are you having fun with it? I know I am!
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