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A lil about me
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A lil about me Most of you would probably enjoy an in depth look at who the person in the dress is. For my own personal sanity I will reveal what got me to this point. Some say you are born this way, but for me I personally believe I was triggered into it by an unfortunate event in my teenage years. I was 15 and a star athlete in high school. I didn't have a bunch of friends but those I did have I cherished. My best friend and his family were like my own family. I would camp with them, hunt and fish with them. Hang out with them constantly. We were family. On a particular evening my best friend was in a neighboring town visiting with his girlfriend. He would be gone for the weekend. His parents were out of town on a business trip. His older brother called me up and asked if I wouldn't mind coming over and house sitting with him. I responded the way most would have expected, I said sure. That evening we hung out, watched a few movies and even did what you woud expect teenage boys to do...we had some drinks while the folks were away. Needless to say, I had FAR too many and found myself drunken to the point of helplessness. I passed out on the couch. My host, being larger than me by a good 75 pounds and 4 inches in height, somehow managed to carry my petite body to his bedroom. It was there where being as drunk as I was and unable to do anything, found myself at his mercy. Late overnight, I awoke somewhat completely naked with his hands stroking my cock. I was frozen in terror, but unable to resist. He knew I had awoken and continued to molest me. Before I knew it, he had mounted me by lifting both my legs and penetrating my ass. The feeling was quite unnerving to say the least. The following morning, I quickly gathered my stuff and got out of there while he was sleeping. Ashamed and betrayed I couldn't face him, and I had to see him every day in school. I had plenty of time to think about what he had done to me and how cowardly I felt while he controlled me. But it was then that switch went off in my head. Most would think I was crazy, but a wave or erotic emotion swept over me. To that point in my life and even though he molested me, it was the most erotic thing to ever happen to me. I was drawn to it. Some would see this as teenage boys exploring homosexuality. I didn't care. A few months had passed and I had almost begun to crave that feeling again. I had run into him in school and asked him if he had plans for the weekend. He had informed me that his folks would be going out of town and that he would enjoy it if I came over again. I almost jumped out of my body to say yes. Arriving at his house that Friday evening, we talked and he told me that he had a feeling I would enjoy it. He suggested dressing me up a bit to turn him on. We applied some make up and took a few lingerie items from his mother's room and he dressed me like a lil slut. A few drinks later to loosen me up and I was helpless on me knees and sucking his cock like the slut he had hoped for. He took me in many ways that night. Most I will never forget. As I grew older, I tried to bury that side of me. My folks would never understand being from a conservative family. It was simply not accepted then. I married twice and divorced both times. During my first marriage I sought counseling to help deal with the pent up emotions I dealt with on a day to day basis. It was at the age of 30 when a psychiatrist I was seeing diagnosed me GID. Gender Identity Disorder. I was in shock, but found answers to questions I had about myself. Why did I prefer to be dressed as a woman? Why did I hate having a cock between my leg? Why did I constantly find disgust with the hairy body I was trapped in? And why did I often times consider mutilating my penis to the point where it could no longer function to serve a woman's needs? I was in shock to say the least when the doctor offered the diagnosis. I told no one at that time and have been select about it to this day. The difference now is that I have come to embrace it. I realize my failed marriages were nothing more than a facade to hide myself from the world. And although I have come to terms with the duality of my mind and sexuality, I am still seeking the comfort and peace of mind that comes with it. I know I will never be a woman, something that I've craved for years. It's a bit too late in my life and my family structure won't allow it. So for now, I dress when I can and play when I can and enjoy who I have become with the loving support from my girlfriend who I have completely opened up too and who fully encourages me to be who I am. I hope you all have enjoyed. Please feel free to comment and if you have questions don't hesitate to ask. |
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WOW what a Nice story !! LIke myself I was the young one, but he the one that wanted to dress up !!! We been seeing each other for over 30 years we Get together twice a week!!! 
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thanks for the good info
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very enlightening story and glad your are coming to terms with it
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7/23/2016 9:47 am |
Lovely story. Glad you have come to terms with who you are!
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1/24/2017 1:44 am |
That is a wonderful story. I am happy you have found happiness. I am also glad you have a great support structure. That's very important. It helps so much to be understood and accepted. I used to dress on and off for many years, And let me tell you. It never leaves you. I am very proud of you.
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Thanks for sharing this with all of us! I'm sure just writing this was very helpful for you. Have you told your family? If you have, hopefully, they have accepted you as you are. It's been 3 years since you posted this.....hopefully, your girlfriend is still with you and supporting you! A loving and supportive girlfriend can be your greatest help to have peace of mind.
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4/1/2019 11:59 am |
Trapper hun, my family would never understand this side of me. I come from very conservative roots and should they ever discover this would probably disown me. My gf and I are still going strong and she is a blessing in this crazy life I live. I don't know if I could do it without her. The support she gives me and the encouragement she presses on me helps me blossom into who I truly am.
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6/22/2019 7:12 pm |
Danielle. I just read your post. Some of it I already know but congrats for being the courageous girl you are now. Cant wait to see you again. You Go Girl!
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