It is Your Honor: Crossdressing Stories

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My real name no one will ever know, but that’s my choice and want to keep my private and personal life away from prying eyes because of what I really ... When I found that my sister returned; the first thing that went through my mind was a close resemblance of the words "oh crap" ran through my mind. I still hadn't changed out of Katie's dress and my clothes were strewn over the floor. I was going to be found and instantly my mind told me to hide. I immediately jumped into the wardrobe and closed the door behind me. I remember that exact feeling when I was hiding from my sister. My heart was pounding, it felt like it was going to burst from my chest in a similar style to the Alien Quadrilogy. It would have solved some problems though, first off I would have been dead, and I wouldn't have to face my sister's wrath when she found I had tried on her clothes. She probably would have tried to resurrect my body and then kill me all over again for it. "Rain, where are you?" I could hear Katie from outside the room, and I hoped she would think I was somewhere else. This was the moment I found my sister really did have second sight. I overheard her muttering that she had shut the door to the bedroom before she left, and I foolishly left it open. She knew I would be in her room, and the fact that my clothes were left out for all to see didn't help that. "Come on Rain, I know you are in here. If you don't come out until the count of five then I will be forced to tell mum and dad," she stated with a calm and methodical voice. Katie didn't raise her tone, she didn't have to. I really didn’t want to but I did my best. I couldn’t even look him in the eye as I told him “I’m not gay, I don’t want to be a woman, It’s not a kinky thing – it’s just always made me happy. It feels good. It’s fun. I don’t know why. I also don’t know why it’s so “bad” and people hate it”

thinking how she got parted from her parents how she lost her mother and now finally god had given her a family in return. As she was lost in her thoughts she heard the foot steps of her husband. Butterflies in her stomach she went near her husband and touched his feet. She knew about traditions and followed them. As time went by, I started to sneak into my step mother’s room more often. I tried on her outfits, her makeup and shoes. So, every time I was going to be alone in the house, I would simply dress up. I started to buy outfits, lingerie, hair wigs from online stores and kept everything hidden in my closet. Mom:“Aunt Marilyn, is here, to ask you, if you would like to spend some of your days off work, at her home.”Well, I am going to tell mom and dad that you have been going through my stuffs without my permission!” Jody scolded me.

Oh yeah” I said. She dragged me on out of the house, and we got in the car. With every step I took, I noticed the panties. The silkiness against my skin. I felt so turned on! I couldn’t explain it. And now I was wearing them in public! Without anybody knowing! When we sat down and the waitress came out to serve us, all I could think of was the fact that I was wearing panties, just like her. Cross Dresser Success Stories are stories of hope and inspiration from members of the crossdressing community. They speak to personal triumphs – of self acceptance, of acceptance by others. I believe that each story combines as a symphony to showcase the beauty of the human spirit. If you’d like to join the orchestra please submit your cross dresser success story. Aunt Marilyn, showed me around and where everything was. Then we left, to go for fish and chips, to eat at Tally’s. On return, aunt took a shower, and offered me to take one after her, which I did, to freshen up. I said I was really sorry and I didn’t know why I wanted to but I just felt like trying. I wasn’t a kid anymore and that made me feel more embarrassed. My mom then asked me how long I have been dressing up in her clothes and I lied saying it was my first time. The good thing was she wasn’t very angry and tried to be understanding. As soon as the zipper was down, I rushed to my room to take of the dress and pantyhose.

Come on, we’re late. We’re taking your father out to dinner tonight for his birthday. Don’t you remember?”

One day when my parents were out, I went into my Moms pantyhose drawer and pulled out a pair of tan pantyhose. Mmm they felt as soft as I had hoped. By now I was shaking like a leaf, as I rolled them up and then teased them over my toes. Slowly unrolling them and pulling them up my legs.protest, but then remembered it will be of no use she had full authority over me. And then there were two fingers going in and out. I My name is Toni and I have been a crossdresser most of my life and I just turned 65. My wife knows about my dressing – but hates it – so I dress when ever she gone or out of town. I have been out on the town dressed and I do love to dress with other men that are cross dressers. The challenge I have when dressed is that I stand 6’1” tall and love to wear high heels. This means I stand out when going to Walmart, but most people just don’t pay any attention and they love the lady in high heels and short skirts. I arrived home, from work, on the Bank Holiday weekend, of Easter. The following week, I was taking days off that were owing to me, so the forecasts were good, and I was happy. As I entered the house, I heard chatter, and recognized my mom and aunt Marilyn’s voice. One of the most significant aspects of my journey has been the importance of community and support networks. Connecting with other crossdressers, joining support groups, and engaging in online communities provided a sense of belonging. These networks offered advice, shared experiences, and most importantly, a reminder that I was not alone in my journey. And did we! I had no time at all to be nervous, and anyway, Sophie is so confident and experienced that I always felt in totally safe hands. She seems to know just about everyone in Brighton. The Restaurant, bars, clubs – we were greeted like old friends wherever we went and people were incredibly friendly, open, intelligent, liberal…. and always massively complimentary! It seems that Brighton’s huge LBGT family means that anyone loosely under the ‘T’ banner will always be completely welcomed.