I have been dressing up since I was around 11 or 12 and fascinated with womens clothing probably before that. I am pretty much a closeted CD and all my dressing has been in my house. My wife doesn?t know or if she suspects we have never talked about it.

Just under two years ago we had our basement finished. My collection/stash was in a suit case hidden under luggage, etc in the basement. To make sure it wasn?t found as we moved stuff around I put it in the garage attic. That attic isn?t easily accessible so my couple times a month dressing up became non-existent. Instead of dressing up myself I was living vicariously through so many of you here on this site. I had gotten to the point where I was thinking that I didn?t need to dress and vicarious living and writing erotic TG fiction would meet my desires and needs.

My wife went out of town on Thursday for a long weekend. The next day I pulled the suitcase down to see if everything was okay in it. I then decided to go through it to see if I wanted to keep the stuff I had accumulated over the years. Bet you can guess what that led to.

For three days I have been loving wearing lingerie, nylons, dresses and heels. I am dreading the idea of having to put all of it back in my hiding place.