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Jaye Dee Miller's Story

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 gloves. I wanted to wear the same outfits and become a girl. 

Fast forward to my early twenties... I met a girl, fell in love and we got married. I was hoping to rid myself of this "addiction". But again, we all know what happens. She didn't like me wearing anything feminine and we ended up divorced. 

I remained single for a while and dressed every minute I could. I met another girl, we got married and again I thought this was my cure.... not this time either. I dressed very early in the morning and got away with it for a long time but eventually she saw me and demanded that we see a therapist. 

We went to the therapist and after a while I told him everything, well almost everything. He advised her that there was no cure for my fetish and that she had to make a choice, divorce or accept it. I toned down my dressing for a while but it started up again with a vengeance....

My wife's medical condition came back strong which prevented her from doing most of the household chores, so I took them over. One day I just said to her that being I am doing a wife's work, I may as well dress the part. She just smiled and now I dress every day. The only things I don't do for now is makeup and hair. When I am dressed as the woman that I should have been born, it just feels so natural for me to look in the mirror and see breasts on my chest, a pair of panties and pantyhose. I prefer to wear a skirt with flats but do favor heels. My wife and I have had breakfast together while I am dressed and I feel totally at ease. We even look at the catalogs together for clothing for the both of us. I am planning on going to a transformation salon here on Long Island for my "official" pictures.

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  1. UnknownMay 26, 2021

    Thank you so much, really enjoyed hearing about that part of your life ❤️❤️

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