CROSSDRESSING This is OUR Story

Hi, my name is Steph. I’m a genderfluid human under the trans spectrum living in Arizona with my very supportive spouse. Today is 3/31/2022. This day happens to be Transgender Day of Visibility and I want to share my story. From a young age, maybe 5 or 6, I started trying on what was considered by society the "wrong clothes". I had a lot of gender curiosities at that same time and remembered multiple times when I wished I were born a girl. I inquired about it with my parents and was quickly shot down with the idea of shame that boys were not supposed to like things that girls liked, such as certain toys, colors, clothes, and makeup. I didn’t understand but to them, no matter what, boys had to do boy things and girls had to do girl things. And there was no crossing of those lines. I often wondered, if I can’t express how I feel inside, what am I doing here? So, I somehow learned how to suppress it, and knowing what I know now, that was not a healthy thing to be doing. As a r...

I started dressing in my early teens to satisfy this compulsion that grew within me. The need to express my feminine side is part fetish, part fantasy, part escapism, and part thrill. Whatever it is, I feel like this completely different person when Cristianne is able to come out and play. As I've grown older, I've found that my dressing is driven less by the need to satisfy a fetish and more by the need to express this wonderful woman that resides somewhere deep inside me. To that end, I've become a bit more serious in developing my look recently and have acquired more girlie things than I ever had in the past. Nobody who knows my male side is aware of Cristianne, and I will likely keep it that way. For the time being, I'm happy keeping Cristianne behind closed doors with some brief excursions onto the internet in the hopes of meeting some kind, friendly, and interesting people. I've always been very transparent on Facebook. I share images of myself, of experie...

I am a 66-year-old crossdresser who has determined in the past year that she is transgender. I grew up in a rather typical middle-class home. From an early age I was always more interested in music, art, and fashion. Beginning in 1 st  grade I had far more friends that were girls than boys. I had no interest in getting dirty or fighting. I would rather play with Barbie dolls.    The start of my crossdressing journey began when I was 10 years old. I was tempted to try on one of my mom’s Rago all-in-one corselettes. It was a beautiful baby blue. It was basically an open bottom girdle with a bra attached to the top. I still do not know what prompted me to pick up that lovely item. There was just something that attracted me to it.    My mom was a rather sexy lady when it came to shapewear, lingerie, and stockings. The year was 1965. Pantyhose were just beginning to arrive on the scene. A stylish woman still wore stockings with garters.  The ...

I come from a broken home. My parents divorced when I was just five years old. My older brother and I stayed in the family home with our mother.  Father moved in with a new woman and although we saw him once a month it was never enough. Mother moved a new bloke into the house just a couple of months later. Eventually he became our stepfather. He was just 21 years old when he stepped in, fresh out of the army and clueless how to raise two young boys. Things changed dramatically at home. Being ex-military he was strict beyond normal and it wasn't long before he ruled the house and our lives with military precision. Not long after their marriage he began to enforce his rules with a leather belt. Progressing eventually to using his fists on us kids. I began to develop behavioral problems and rebelled.  As I grew up I was sent off to a naughty boys boarding school. It was easier to get rid of me than have me disrupting life in the home. I left school with no qualifica...

From my childhood as far back as I can remember I have always been interested in women’s clothes. While my exact age escapes me, I remember going into my mom’s drawers and grabbing things at an age when most boys were playing soldier. Even in my single digits I had borrowed everything from bras, panties, and pantyhose to dresses. By the time I was a teenager I understood how it all went together. It seems silly now, but pantyhose goes over the panties, I even wore Kotex pads back before stickers and wings. I had no idea why and what the point of it all was. I just knew I felt normal doing it. Apparently, I was quite good at putting the stuff away as it was not until I was 15 my mom even began to suspect one of my siblings or I was using her stuff. She even sat us all down and asked more than once about who was getting into her drawers. We all looked around at each other in bewilderment. Shortly after my 16th birthday, my folks and my brothers and sisters were going on a vacation. As ...

I started as a young teenager borrowing my moms stockings, garter belt and panties. When I wore them, I felt excited, ashamed, guilty and swore I would never do it again. Well as we all know, that didn't happen. After that I "borrowed" a bra or two and stuffed them with rolled up stockings. My mom caught me dressed in her lingerie and we had a long "heart to heart talk". She knew that I wouldn't or couldn't stop wearing her lingerie. She talked to me about seeing someone, a professional about my "odd needs" so that's what we did. The professional I saw was a woman and I just couldn't humiliate myself by telling her. That didn't last long and mom overlooked what I was doing.  The older I got, the more I wanted to dress as a girl. When I went to church, I went for the express purpose of seeing what the girls were wearing and how they wore it. In those days, seamed stockings were the fashion with high heels, dresses and...