Crossdressing Chat

I miss my days of getting all dressed up. I’d never pass but my wife and I, when she indulged my fetish, would get all dressed up and spend our nights on our back patio or lounging in the house having some wine. She was so complementary of how I looked and was so supportive but that all came to and end once my child was born. Now I have to hide it and only indulge myself when I’m alone.
 
I'm more or less full-time in that I can present myself as I please in almost all situations.
But content is everything.
At parties and discos I dress differently from when I'm at work, just as birth-assigned females do.
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Day to day I wear practical lingerie that holds everything in place. At parties, and when I'm dancing, I tuck, and wear something sexier.
I have the luxury of being able to fully de-hair my body.
 
I'm more or less full-time in that I can present myself as I please in almost all situations.
But content is everything.
At parties and discos I dress differently from when I'm at work, just as birth-assigned females do.
https://www.***********/scl/fi/ok00...ypic.jpg?rlkey=q9q72fzsg9pa5iisp5ob9a976&dl=0

Day to day I wear practical lingerie that holds everything in place. At parties, and when I'm dancing, I tuck, and wear something sexier.
I have the luxury of being able to fully de-hair my body.
So happy for you. I know you must be at total peace with yourself and that is sexy!
 
Amazing! What kind of show is that and where do I get tickets! Lol
😂🤣The Rocky Horror one, it's held in a few different places, really.

We should be going to a different place tonight if we're free, I hope. Plenty of time for pictures and if I get good ones I'll pop them on Literotica some time.
 
Hi, I mostly lurk around on here, I keep quite quiet, but I keep looking back at your picture. Wow! You... Your legs... Beautiful... Just... amazing legs.... I'm envious :) I hope it's okay to say?... I'll just go back in the corner now and nurse my drink and be quiet, but it just couldn't not let u know... That I can't take me eyes off of your legs ...
 
Hi, I mostly lurk around on here, I keep quite quiet, but I keep looking back at your picture. Wow! You... Your legs... Beautiful... Just... amazing legs.... I'm envious :) I hope it's okay to say?... I'll just go back in the corner now and nurse my drink and be quiet, but it just couldn't not let u know... That I can't take me eyes off of your legs ...
She is indeed blessed in the leg department
 
Hey, I love dressing and love even more chatting about it. Types of lingerie and clothing, where we buy it, what we do when we’re dressed. I love everything about it, so if you’d like to chat, I’m looking forward to it.
Hi there... Sorry...this is long as fuck.

I saw your other more recent post about how having a child changed everything with your wife. My guess is that perhaps you are in your mid-20's to 30''s only by law of averages of first kids born (and guessing).

I was going to respond there but somehow I ended up here and after seeing a few replies from people close to my age (64), a sort of deep, broad spectrum flood of experiences came flooding in with different exes and all that life, society, the CURRENT TIMES (the world is going fucking nuts) as well as perhaps being a much deeper person these days, I felt like I had to throw some of this out there and maybe even get some feedback from the older CD people here who remember a far different world.

In the 80's is when I really got going initially and, though I had had some passing thoughts on the subject (actually dressing up), it really wasn't until I saw some female mannequins in a German department store a few months before I got out of the Army.

They were decked out in stockings, super tall heels and all that stuff. I decided then and there I was going to accumulate all that...clothing, wig, heels, makeup, etc... as soon as I got out. The Army did "Health & Welfare Checks" randomly in the middle of the night and tore our rooms up, with a drug sniffing dog so we had no real expectation of privacy.

My first thing after being amazed by how good I could make myself look after some practice was that I had an overwhelming urge to go into public somehow. That ended up being driving around mostly and riding a bike around the block. But understand this, back in those days, depending upon where you lived (1981), you would be the talk of the town, especially in a smaller town and especially later depending on jobs.

Army Medic equaled a stint lasting many years in civilian EMS. It is entirely possible that some of those guys dressed in private but I would imagine the numbers were small and nobody would dream of talking about it back then.

But everyone has their own perspectives, kinks, desires, and perhaps we could include spirituality if one has any. I did not back then but nowadays have very strong reasons to believe in reincarnation. I have memories of past lives that made it through that big screen known as birth.

I thought it was all childhood dreams as a kid but later realized I was an adult doing adult things and saw places I had never been exposed to. A "NDE" coming from drinking a quart and a half of tequila shortly before leaving the army left me full well knowing, as opposed to hoping or wishing, that we absolutely exist outside of this body.

Probably way too deep for this thread but this thought process has left me more patient, for the first time in my life and not afraid of much of anything. Even fucked up relationships in this life that are absolutely dead ended, talking immediate family now. No biggie. Make it right on the next carnival ride in my next human skin suit. Ain't gonna happen with my psychopath sister in this lifetime for damn sure.

In my situation, my wife recently gave me "re-permission" because she knows I have been somewhat in the dumps lately and I appreciated her offering that. But my down in the dumps has nothing to do with being able to dress or not. I really got into it a lot more when I was younger because I was fairly passable. In fact I know I looked better than many natural born women when I was younger. At 6'3", those six inch heels may have worked against my "passableness" unless I was wearing a women's basketball jersey I suppose.

But to the original poster, I can see your wife's position but as well am sympathetic regarding your suddenly having to put on the brakes. THAT SAID, if she only wants it out of the house, that is not impossible.

Me being in the house with my wife while I am playing dress-up is a no go because I know she really doesn't approve of a lot of shit going on today. I think kids do need to be protected and as strained as my relationship was with my dad, any degree of "fuckedupness", psychologically speaking, that I had from my experience with my dad, I think I would be more mixed up had I seen him dressed as a woman. That's just me though.

My main driving force, or urge is, or mostly WAS now is to go into public. Drive to the next town where nobody knows me and in a few places I will get out and even do some walking around and take some video selfies for fun. I do enjoy seeing myself photographed in known outdoor semi-local settings because for me, it is absolutely the thrill of getting caught that is my main drive. It is pure adrenaline from the time I sneak out of here by car and drive back a few hours later.

One thing that works in my favor, if I want to do this, is that my wife is gone like clockwork to another town to hang with grandkids. So I got real good at stealth and would have my entire outfit under some make clothes, big coat, etc and after going to this other town, mainly for food shopping. When finished all I have to do is jump in the back of our Jeep with super dark tinted windows and do my makeup, wig, earrings, etc... and come out, well not looking like the usual me for sure.

I hate this "greater good" commie shit they try to throw on us freedom lovers HOWEVER I am glad these days, that at least people can in most places, dress however they want. And I live in a fairly redneck conservative town.

But now that I have six grandkids, I definitely want them to have memories of me doing grampa stuff with them. I think a lot of this needs to be worked out by the individual when they are ready and mature enough to make such decisions. That's just my opinion. I don't give a shit what people do but if a person with dress and chin stubble were to follow my grand-daughter into the women's restroom he'd definitely not be walking out.

So some lines should be drawn, at least in my humble, live and let live opinion.

Sorry for the length of this. I can write up a storm. Not saying perfectly well BUT I have a lot of technical (i.e. boring) writing experience but presently lack much pizazz regarding interesting dialog.
 
This is my Hwy 101 Trucker Flashing Outfit. I am not kidding either.

I've tamed things down a bit since turning 64 and after breaking my last six inch (with 3" platforms) heel strap and nearly my ankle. I was actually at the dark side of a truck stop late at night. A few semis but not right up close. Have switched to more practical shoes as of late. I was 62 when that happened and just prior to that little accident I was walking in those same heels on driftwood logs at the beach. Slowed 'er down as gravity intensified and the ground got much harder.aaaaaa.gif
 
This is my Hwy 101 Trucker Flashing Outfit. I am not kidding either.

I've tamed things down a bit since turning 64 and after breaking my last six inch (with 3" platforms) heel strap and nearly my ankle. I was actually at the dark side of a truck stop late at night. A few semis but not right up close. Have switched to more practical shoes as of late. I was 62 when that happened and just prior to that little accident I was walking in those same heels on driftwood logs at the beach. Slowed 'er down as gravity intensified and the ground got much harder.View attachment 2315822
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I 100% promise you they will have seen it all before and not give a damn. If you are there for medical reasons that's all they will focus on. Not what panties you are wearing.
I don't even own any boring guy underwear, panties or nothing for me. So doctor's visits, gym, swimming pool change rooms.
It's my life and I just live it.
Good point. I wear lace highrise panties and lace bralettes. I am starting to get into heels. I am having some health issues that make me dizzy so the heels are out.
 
I see a lot of mention of various women's articles of clothing mentioned for obvious reasons and, well, I tend to love it all myself. That said, perhaps I am the only maniac for red lipstick.

No idea where it came from as I tried to ponder this way back when. Now I just accept it.

It's a fetish with mysterious origins but what the hell.
 

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I am keeping it simple tonight. I am wearing my maroon lace panties with matching bralette.
 
I see a lot of mention of various women's articles of clothing mentioned for obvious reasons and, well, I tend to love it all myself. That said, perhaps I am the only maniac for red lipstick.

No idea where it came from as I tried to ponder this way back when. Now I just accept it.

It's a fetish with mysterious origins but what the hell.
Red lipstick was supposed to mimic the bright red pussy lips engorged with blood ready and wanting to get fucked or vasodilation associated with sexual arousal. If I was a guy on the town and I saw you, id think, mmm id love to get my dick wrapped around those beautiful moist lips. Just thinking it, i would never be disrespectful and force or approach you with this. Just being honest because you look pretty and very desirable. Please accept my apologies of thinking vulgar.
 
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