A little over five years ago, I finally signed up for this board, with the following introduction:
Nine-hundred-ninty-nine posts later, I'm still here.Long time lurker, first time poster
I guess as you get older, you get less fearful of outing yourself to others.
So after a long time lurking (and a previous time when I was signed up but never posted), I finally decided it was time.
My crossdressing urges date to when I was younger than 10. I can remember visiting my aunt and uncle's condo in Chicago, and there were clothes hanging in their common basement. One item was a girl's dress, and I wanted to try it on. Unfortunately, I was a bit chunky as a youth (and for most of my life I've fluctuated being chunky and extra chunky), and the dress didn't fit. The attraction has been there since.
In grade school I was always jealous of the boys who went as girls for Halloween. Finally in 8th grade it was my turn. I got to go trick or treating dressed in my older sister's clothes. Nothing fancy, just a top and a skirt, knee socks and my own tennis shoes, and my mom's wig. Our next door neighbor thought I was my sister (probably bad news for my sister).
Since then I've been out dressed a few times. My wife of 20+ years knows, but she is the only one. She is tolerant but mostly not enthusiastic about my dressing. She's bought me a few things (usually panties), and I have saved some of her clothes before they made it to Goodwill (after losing 40 pounds the last couple of years I am closer in size to her; still would like to drop another dress size).
So as I get older I guess I'm getting bolder. Not ready for pictures yet, but that is down the road.
I'm from the St. Louis area, retired accountant, sports enthusiast, and a crossdresser.
The hidden side of me.
I posted pictures a few days later, then sucked up my courage in October 2016 and went out the door; got my nails done, makeover at Sephora, tried on dresses, bought a wig dressed. My original bucket list.
Since then, I've lost count, but I've been out at least 250 times--and I've got a Google photos account to prove it.
I picked up a name--Dee--when my Nordstrom friend Falon couldn't write my girl name on the dressing room because I didn't have a girl name. She just called me my male name. She's still my friend, but she's now a paralegal, and I'm proud of her.
I've made other friends too, one who passes on her former clothes to me (Michelle), another who I see from time to time (Karla), and another friend Renee, who helped me dress many a moon ago, but we've reconnected via the interwebs.
I've been out in multiple cities and two continents. Taken trains (both local and long distance), gone to concerts, gone out to dinner and casinos, shopped and shopped and shopped until I dropped. Joined the St. Louis Gender Foundation, so I've met others in the St. Louis area.
I've also met others on this board, and one of them was silly enough to let me write blog posts on her blog, where I'm the designated Sun-Dee poster (thanks, Kandi).
I've got a wardrobe full of cute clothes, and apparently good enough taste that Michelle's 11 y/o daughter Mila told Michelle she wants to go shopping with me (I'm all in with that).
I've made friends, received compliments from strangers, gotten hit on, and been seen by lots of people--but never had a bad experience. NEVER.
I've gotten compliments on this board too. I appreciate hearing those. A large part of screwing up my courage to go out was reading posts on this board--and blogs like Kandi's and Stana's and Hannah's--and deciding I can do that too.
Five years on, I still enjoy getting out (like last Wednesday). I wore a backless summer dress with bare shoulders, and I loved the look. Made me feel good.
Usually it just takes one GIANT step to get out the door, but after that, the steps become a lot easier.
Now it's over to the picture board for post 1,000....