I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was 11 years old, and unbeknownst to me, just about to enter puberty. I went into our bathroom, and as was her habit, my mother had left a pair of nylons hanging on the inside doorknob. I have no idea why, but I impulsively took them off the knob and slowly pulled them up my legs. I immediately felt sensations I'd never felt before, in a place where I'd never had sensations before, if you know what I mean.
That was the beginning of a lifelong fascination with women's clothing. I was hooked. There was no turning back.
Today, 64 years later (do the arithmetic---that makes me 75), I still have the same fascination. I still have the same anticipation. I still am amazed when I look in a mirror and see what I see. I have no plans to quit, as long as I am able.
And I have no regrets, only gratitude that I was able to discover this aspect of my being and to pursue it these many years.
I hope everyone on this board has similar good feelings about the journey.