I could give it up - dressing like a guy that is.
Stephanie
I could give it up - dressing like a guy that is.
Stephanie
my sister's reply when I told her how I prefer to dress
"Everyone has there thing, all that matters is that you are happy, love what you do and who you do it with"
The only thing I'd give up cding for is if/when I get SRS. Doubtful this will ever happen, by hope springs eternal.
What Would I give up dressing for? Peace of mind.
Yes I would love to be a normal guy. But this just creeps into my mind and keep F*****G up my life. I hate and love dressing all in the same breath. I've ratched the hell outta my marriage and my soul seems to be ripped asunder.
Really which way am I meant to be? The middle sucks. The baggage is worse. I'm packed with no place to go.
I obviously won't or can't give it up for my wife or family because for the last nine years I've gone my selfish ways. The tears dry up and poor again.
I'm tired of the drama I'm tired of life I'm just plain tired.
I need help but in my little town there is no place to turn.
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For me crossdressing is not something to give up. I can appreciate the thought of stopping and not wanting to dress but it is part of me. What drives me to wear womens clothing is internal and not a choice I make.
So for me the question becomes what would make me stop dressing. My wife asking me to stop would be close but that would mean that part of me would disappear and that would effect everything else. If someone offered me a $1,000,000 dollars to stop, it wouldn't make my crossdressing thoughts go away, it would just make me frustrated, but we would comfortable.
Mercedes XOXOXO
Ditto. At 54, and still single, I believe part of my dressing,is because I have been starved for quality female affection, a right lady, to spend life with. The only females I have been able to spend any time with, the last decade or so, were females, not women, or ladies, and, thye would never wear dresses, or skirts, or get dressed up. I am also sick unto death, from down-dressing females. I dress dolled up , like the right lady, I would like to find. Like you, Clarissa, I see women dressed up, now and then, but, have never been successful at befriending a quality, well dressed one. I keep thinking, too, that a lady like that, who really respects, and loves me, would be a reason to stop dressing. But, here in the real world...
It's who I am and know at this stage of my life there is no giving this up
SRS January 27
Giving it up is out of the question. I could throw away all my clothes, makeup, wigs, etc., but the feelings, inclinations, and desires would still be there.
You'd have an easier time getting the Earth to stop orbiting the Sun.
--Kat
"I never kept up with the fashions. I believed in wearing what I thought looked good on me." --Bettie Page
"This above all--to thine own self be true" --Hamlet, Act I, scene iii
Is Disney a Mickey Mouse operation?
Only a sex change,then i wouldnt be a cd anymore!
Claire en femme,smart,casual and sexy!
Over the past 30 years of marriage, when I thought I was close to being discovered, I have been able to give it up for anywhere from a few months to a couple years at at time. Nothing in this world means more to me than my family, and I would give my very life for them. But as long as I am alive, I am transgendered. It is part of who I am. I can not stop being transgendered, any more than I can stop my hair from growing. I can shave it off, I can get laser treatments, or lot's of other "fixes", but it will always grow back. The outward manifestation of being dual gendered is crossdressing. I might be able to put this manifestation on hold for a while, but I honestly don't think I could give it up forever.
It was about 2 years ago that I came to realize that being dual gendered is a gift. Even though I had been suppressing it all of my life, there were times when it would sneak through without my realizing, as it is a part of my personality. Usually when it would sneak out, even when I was in total male mode, there would be positive effects. Now, in hind sight, I can see this throughout my life.
It wasn't being dual gendered that was the problem. It was hiding it that was causing most of the problems. All of the lying, the sneaking around. Now that I am out to my wife and honest with those that mean the most in my life, I am much better off. There are still problems, there will always be, but now I'm much happier facing them.
Grace,
Bobbi
Catastrophic injury, or death, or, as i said earlier, a right woman.
I don't think I could give it up.
If I had to commit to a life knowing I just could not CD ever again I would be very depressed.
CDing is not some external joy like a fancy car. It is something within.
Material posessions or friends come and go, but the woman within is there to stay.
For the wife, well I do love her but if she asked me to just quit, that is asking me to destroy part of who I am.
And yeah what Claire said about transitioning.
It takes a true Erin to be a pain in the assatar.
I fell in love with a woman who I knew from the offset would not approve and I mostly gave it up for her, purged everything I had, was occasionally miserable about it, but I loved her very much. I was with her for around 20 years before she died of cancer. That was a few years back, and my depression after she died kept me from doing much of anything for the first few years. I'm starting to collect a small wardrobe again, planning of buying forms soon, and reawakening Maibh from her long hibernation.
If I fall deeply in love again I hope it is with a woman who will support Maibh, but if she won't, Maibh will probably return to hibernation. Maibh is a pleasure and a hobby, not one I can take out in public, at least not until I learn and can dress convincingly. Love with the right person is more important, at least to me.
For my wife, and only for my wife.
Only for my wife if I needed to.
My wife if I had to.
No, did that once, didn't like me that way! I don't handle depression well!
Tina B.
I've tried to give it up twice before, both for women I loved. The first one never knew about it, and died of an extremely aggressive cancer before it became an issue.
With my wife, I tried to stop when we first got married. I completely purged, thinking I would never need to dress up again. Within six months of getting married, I was sneaking into her clothes every chance I got. I soon started to accumulate my own bras, panties, slip, and hose. I wore her clothes with my lingerie for about another year whenever I had a chance.
Then she found my stuff. After a few months of anguish, she now accepts my dressing as long as I don't do it in front of her or our daughter, and as long as the neighbors don't see. We've been married more than 23 years.
For the girls that say they could give it up for the right woman: The compulsion to dress never goes away. The six months between my wedding and starting to dress in her clothes was a period of gradually increasing anxiety and stress. and ended up being my idea of hell. Hiding it from her was extremely stressful as well. The first two months after she found my lingerie was pretty rough, but we at least were able to talk about it, and it was a relief to not have that secret from her.
From my experience, I think it's best to tell any woman that you get involved with about your fem side as soon as possible. You will be under much less stress, and the relationship will be based on honesty. If she won't at least accept the fact that you are a CD, she really isn't the right woman for you.
As long as I live I will be a ts. I don't consider myself wearing female clothes as crossdressing as I am just trying to match my outer appearance with how I feel inside. The clothes themselves are completely unimportant. In fact, I rarely put on a skirt or dress or anything overtly girly, I tend to prefer tomboyish female clothes, because that's what my personality is, a tomboy. And when I transition, that is the type of clothes I will wear, mainly jeans, t shirts, nice tops, flat shoes, etc. What would I give them up for? I wouldn't. This is who I am.