I have been a crossdressing most of my life although the early years were in the closet I have been making up for it ever since.
My fascination with all things feminine started age of 5 or 6 even though I did not dress then women who dressed up for church got my attention as they elegantly entered the room with clicking high heels and a whiff of perfume. It took years (22) for me to learn that I was not the only one who felt this way and there was even a name for us, Transvestite.
I have been married to the love of my life for many years and have kids and all that stuff. The kids have not been told and will never be told about Micki. To my knowledge they are not aware of my secret and I will not burden their lives with it.
There is no woman trapped in my body and have no intention of ever transitioning into a one. There was a time in my mid twenties that, as I was learning more and more about this phenomenon and all of it’s facets that I figured that would probably end up transitioning into a woman sometime in the future. It was not because of any conscious desire but, because after learning about Christine Jorgensen’s sex change as it was called in those days. I figured that as I matured the urge would come to me as it did her like gray hair is inevitable.
In the 1970’s the terms I heard were Homosexual, DRAG Queen, Queer, and Transvestite. I never heard the term Crossdresser or Gay until much later in the 1990’s I think. There was no internet then so you had to go across town wearing dark glasses and a glue on mustache parking in an alley sneaking in the adult book store to buy a DRAG magazine. Most of it was not of any use but sometimes there were articles or stories where you could glean some information about Transvestites. You never read it in the store walking up to the store clerk with your head down answering his question about the magazine being all you wanted in your deepest possible voice then scooting out the door.
Transvestia and TV Epic came along and hooray! Finally a magazine by for and all about us. I mostly bought TV Epic and that is where I began to learn a lot more the different aspects of Transvestism. That is when I realized that there were other heterosexual crossdressing men many of whom were married with children and good jobs with no desire to have surgery and live as a woman. None of the other descriptions were applicable to me because I was never attracted to men and although I liked the way DRAG Queens dressed for the most part every they were still men underneath so nothing there. Through the 1970’s and most of the 1980’s I never saw nor spoke to another crossdresser even though I saw some DRAG shows in clubs.
In the late 80’s while buying TV Epic at a different store while traveling on business I noticed some business cards displayed on the counter for wig styling crossdresser’s welcome. I called, made an appointment to stop by and spoke with a woman who operated out of her converted garage. I had no need for wig styling because I never went anywhere cross dressed but, stopped by to chat when I was in the area. In think the shop was Wig’s by Yolanda but her name was Nancy I believe. It was she who told me about a local crossdressing group that met monthly on the third Saturday of the month at a local Best Western motel. The group was called PPOC which stood for Powder Puff’s of Orange County and they had 30 to 50 crossdressers attending each month. She encouraged me to go but I had to sell my wife on the idea first which, was going to take some time.
I shared my discovery with my wife but, she was not happy with my going out in public and tried to discourage me while stressing that my crossdressing was escalating again. She gave in a year or so later and I started attending meetings when my schedule permitted becoming a member a few months later. It was great being with people like myself and I had some nice conversations but no friendships came out of it. Everyone’s attendance was so sporadic that you might not see someone that you chatted with for months if ever again.
A year or so later I got wind of a convention / conference but, really a party in Texas called the Texas “T” Party where you could dress in fem for a whole week if you had the time. I wanted to go badly and my wife was not as hard to sell this time because she likes to travel. I got us registered and we flew to Texas for a Friday and Saturday adventure in San Antonio. Nobody left the hotel in those days preferring to socialize, attend workshops, and seminars on crossdressing. I had a great time meeting other crossdresssers from all over the world and comparing experiences. The most important thing was that my wife enjoyed herself and was willing to go back the following year. She did, we did and as a result met a crossdresser named Ashley who became my best friend or BFF if you will. We have traveled all over the world together with our wives sharing many adventures and good times like shopping for girly stuff, sailing, shopping for girly stuff, golf followed by shopping for girly stuff.
It was through Ashley’s sponsorship that I joined CHIC or Crossdresser’s Heterosexual Intersocial Club where I have been an active member for over 25 years. More recently I had the honor of being accepted into the Vanity Club for the class of March 2017.
My wife is now very supportive or I should say has grown more supportive over the years. She occasionally shops for me and is a trusted critic with my best presentation in mind.
Crossdreessing is a wonderful part of my life that I truly enjoy and have made many great friends from the community over the years. It is however just a part, not my whole life. I love golf and traveling these days but, have enjoyed sailing, snow skiing, scuba diving in my life also.