I believe I was about 9 or 10 when I started wearing my sisters pantyhose. We shared room for many years and she was a slob which made it easy to slip on stuff when she would go to school before me.
I thought when I got married it would all end, but 2 weeks back from our honeymoon I put on a pair of her pantyhose and that's when I knew this was serious. That morning I sat there for about an hour with her pantyhose on and was deciding what to do. My biggest concern was leading this life, all I thought about was being like a fugitive the rest of my life with fear of getting caught. I decided that night to roll the dice and take a chance and tell her and live with the outcome. She came home from work the same night and I sat her down and told her everything from the first time I put on my sisters pantyhose to that same morning I put on hers. I couldn't believe she was pretty good about it and she wanted to make sure I wasn't gay and I didn't want to be a women and asked me if I would be happy in the closet. I told her I would respect her wishes and she told me she wanted to see where this was going. The funny part was she didn't want me to wear her things because I would stretch them and we went out that night and she bought me a few pairs of pantyhose and a bra.
It felt so good when I confessed to her, it was like I took a building off my shoulders. After about a month of her observing me she asked me why I felt so much guilt and why I kept apologizing to her. She told me she didn't understand why I felt that way because I wasn't hurting anybody and seeing how much I enjoyed it why I just didn't enjoy it. That's when the guilt left me and now 30 plus years later my wife still loves that I trusted her with my secret and she is still the only one who knows.
I believe my wife was my therapist and I can't put in to words how much she does for me to make sure I'm happy with anything I do. It could have went either way but thank God she was OK with it.
Great thread thanks.