Hello! This is my private blog, recording my thoughts as I try to figure out how to deal with being a cross-dresser.
I like being a cross-dresser. It makes me happy to wear women's clothes. I love how I feel when I'm thinking about dressing up. I love how I feel when I am dressed up.
I only recently started, but in retrospect, it kinda makes sense. I stole my sister's ill-fitting panties once or twice when I was a kid, and remember liking it then. About a year ago ago, I put on my wife's panties. I don't know why I did, it just seemed like a reasonable, naughty thing to try. Whatever subconscious force compelled me to do it, it knew what it was doing. I totally dug it.
So, I say that I'm a cross-dresser, but truthfully, I don't get to. I've snuck into my wife's clothes a few times when she's away, and once when she dressed me up a little, complete with makeup (which I'm sure I'll expound upon soon). But it's not an active ongoing thing. I don't know if I want it to be. I really enjoy it, but it definitely has downsides. My wife isn't at all onboard, and it makes me feel somewhat ashamed. There's certainly a social stigma which I would rather not endure, but absolutely cannot allow to be thrust upon my kids. And so, Melonie's (that's what I'll call my feminine alter-ego) underwear stay confined to her drawer. Most of the time.