I was in bed with my ex-husband, with six years of sub-par sex playing in my mind like a silent movie. And then the front door opened! My heart raced. I looked around the room and there was literally no escape apart from breaking the window and jumping out. I could tell from the footsteps that it was my dad and he was on his way in. When I was about 20, came home from college for Christmas break. One day, I thought everyone would be at work all day so I went to Target and did some shopping. I still remember like it was yesterday. Fine, tomorrow you will spend a whole day as a girl with me. You will do everything that I tell you to do. You will be my girlfriend for a day. We will even go out shopping. Do you understand? .” Amanda said.< A: Transvestism, or cross-dressing, has been misunderstood for years – and has been a source of shame and fear for innumerable men. Marriages have failed, families been torn apart, careers destroyed, and lives lost to suicide over an activity that is intrinsically harmless.

I tried really hard to resist the urge to dress up but every time I was alone in the house, I just wanted to sneak into my sister’s room and try one of her outfits. Few times when I had the opportunity, I would wear one of my sister’s dress and roam around the house. It felt so wonderful. But I felt guilty every time after I had crossdressed. So, I decided to put a stop to it. This is a fictional tale about a guy, who just wanted to recreate for him self a part of a fantasy story he read. But as we all know things don’t always go as we plan, and this was no exception. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing itI don't become sexually excited as much as I used to because she has made me her stay at home sissy husband. I do get a small ** when I am dressed in ** which she sees and knows I like them. I have had pills that I take some times to keep from becoming sexually excited except for when she wants me to. I dress like a sissy girl, now that I no longer work because this is what she wants. I do as my wife tells me so that I am not chastised, which is very uncomfortable. I am told over and over that females are the superior to males. I am also told over and over that real man are dominant and have larger ** than that of a sissy such as myself. I only get erections when she wants me to ** for her amusement or when getting new ** or other female clothing. When that time comes she puts numbing cream on my ** and gives me five minutes to climax which I normally can not due. One day, I woke up quite late because I was up all night working on a client’s project. I got into the shower and took a nice bath. When I came out of the shower, I noticed Amanda’s bra and panties lying in the hanger. Amanda had already left for work. The temptation was so strong and I couldn’t resist the urge to put on her bra and panties. My whole body shivered with excitement when I put them on. I slowly opened our bedroom door and was stunned by what I saw. About a dozen items of clothing were spread across our bed and they were all mine. And, standing nearby, admiring himself in our huge mirror was my husband – dressed in my clothes. Thank you so much for sharing. I had a similar story but it was much more connected to my gender identity. I got caught at a young age (about 9) trying on my mom’s makeup and she threatened to parade me up and down the neighborhood in it if I ever did it again. So like you, I hid my crossdressing periodically throwing away my stash for years even after I married the most amazing woman. All of it was complicated by the fact that we both grew up in very conservative and religious homes and I was even a minister for a while. It felt so wonderful to get in touch with my feminine side again. I walked around the apartment and spend almost 2 hours taking photos and looking at myself in the mirror. After that moment, I began to wear Amanda’s outfit more frequently but in total secret.

From that day on he never let me live it down. He would constantly make off-handed remarks about it, not directly, but in a way where it was a sort of inside "joke" between the two of us (joke is not the right word, more like tormenting). I was always scared he would tell my parents, and from that day on I started really trying to enforce the fact that I was male and stuff. I think that happened when I was like 10 or so, so for the next 11 years I was constantly being tortured by his comments until I came out at 21. Q: I'm a 64 year old, red-blooded heterosexual man, a tradie, and a keen fisherman. Since I was 5, however, I've also been fascinated by women's clothing, and have a deep-seated compulsion to cross dress, and become "Lucy". Throughout my marriage this was a shameful secret I feared being discovered. Since my wife passed away, I've decided to be my true self – but I don't want to look like a drag queen or a caricature. Where can I learn how to pass as a tasteful, elegant woman? After that day, my wife allowed me to crossdress inside the house. I couldn’t believe how supportive she was to me and I felt so grateful to have her in my life. Slowly as time passed, she accepted my crossdressing more openly and sometimes helped me get dressed and also teased me on how cute I looked. It was really wonderful to have the weight of my shoulders about keeping my crossdressing a secret. Share with us your pictures on how you and your significant other developed your relationship with your cross-dressing or transgender self.

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Fast forward to my college years, I hadn’t crossdressed for a long time. But then as I moved out of the house to an apartment near college, I couldn’t fight the urge to dress up and then brought some cute dresses, pantyhose, heels and a hair wig. Slowly, my collection of feminine wardrobe grew and I was mostly dressed as a girl inside my apartment.

In a nutshell ** peaked around the time we got married. After we had a couple of kids it was pretty **. She let me have ** with her but it was worse than **. She had no energy and no interest in **. We had marriage counselling. Actually several times. Pretty much a waste of time. We were two people living in the same house with me pushing her for ** and she would resist resist resist and eventually let me do it. I must have taken like thousand of photos and videos of me going around the house. I was too scared to go out in public but I did step out in the balcony at night fully dressed from head to toe. It was an exhilarating feeling. I dressed everyday for the whole week my wife was away and when it was time for her to return. I just got rid of all the stuffs that I brought and promised to never dress up again.My parents were quite strict so I was extra careful every time I got dressed in my sister’s clothes. Usually all her dresses fit me well and soon I also started to try out some of her bra. It was usually for a very short amount of time. I just put them on wanting to know how they felt and then take it off immediately because I was really scared someone would catch me like that. But this really made me feel so excited. You do not know that these are fantasies. I know personally of a lot of couples where the partner fully accepts and embraces the new life of their loved one, and this story is not different from those. I think we owe our fellow members to take what they say at face value. Sure, we can disagree with their opinions and arguments, but we ought to listen to what they tell us. I hesitated but she wasn’t talking no for an answer. She persuaded me to get into the car and go to the mall. My heart was racing the whole time and I felt shy & nervous about my new appearance. She gave me a few lessons about how to present myself as a girl. After some moments of practicing, she told me that we were going to the mall and do some shopping.

All of the places that I held him were covered and pinched. I hadn't realized how much I loved his male body until he twisted into something different. In the late 1960s, a secret society was founded to support cross dressers, and reassure them that they were not alone. That's when I realized that he didn't notice I had a problem that I couldn't fix alone. One day I told him, "We need to talk about your cross-dressing." He instantly withdrew his hand from mine.

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During the light of day I tried to talk myself out of this new mindset. I gave myself pep talks: "You love him, you want him to be happy, and you already decided that sex was not the defining feature of your relationship." I had no idea what to do. Literally just froze. He also had no idea what to do and froze. After a few seconds he said “hey, whatcha doing?”. To which I replied “not much, going to take a nap actually”. I am no longer aloud to have any male clothing and kept as a sissy girl taking care of the house and her. She has told me that if I do not obey she will have a friend or two come over and treat me like the sissy girl I am for her amusements. She tells me of things that a sissy girl should do to real men that I want no part of. I listen and do my best to do as I am told. I do not want to be used by men for her amusement. I am now a broken male that is a sissy girl, however I have discovered I like to be cross dressed. What follows is a short version of a story that I planned on recreating a small part of at home for my own entertainment. I want to try and feel just as if I am the person in the story.