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My beginnings actually started long before I put on my first article of women's clothing. When very young, (5 or so), I remember playing next door with the boy there, his little sister, and my brother. I don't know why, or even what we were playing, but for some reason I was pretending to be a girl with his sister. I distinctly remember the stirrings I felt then and continued to think about it throughout my childhood but never let on since I knew "it was wrong". Having only brothers, there were no opportunities to experiment since there was no way you'd try on mother's clothes in my family.

Fast forward to my mid twenties when I was married for a year or so. I was home one day alone and felt the urge to wear a pair of my wife's panties. I barely had them on before going all the way with a bra, slip, pantyhose and a dress.

I did this in secret for a long time and not too frequently due to work, kids, guilt, etc. I finally told my wife a few years ago. It's been wonderful ever since.

Satin

Another story illustrating that the feelings never really go away, and the right trigger will usually bring it all back.

I agree and think that if that particular circumstance hadn't triggered my leap, another one down the road would have. When something is a part of you, it can't stay supressed forever.

Satin

Your story made me think of what my "first stirrings" might have been. I have clear memories of learning to write in class. I sat next to a girl, Dianne, whom I adored. I imitated everything she did--how she held her pen, her head, her legs--and wantied to make letters as beautifully as she did. I think I could tell you every piece of clothing she ever wore to school, too. We shared a desk--two chairs to one desk--at the side of the room, and I remember feeling we were two girls there, and at recess I would instinctively run out to where the other girls were to play with them. The stirrings had already begun....

And yes, like you, I ignored those feelings at times. I would occasionally slip on a bra or bikini top or panties. One weekend in college, when my girlfriend went home, I slipped on her bra, then more and more and more..then lipstick and eyeshadow. I spent that weekend dressed, and discovered Chrissie, and she hasn't left me since.

xoxo chrissie