i guess i knew from the start

... I was different.

I used to pull on those tights and dream of kissing boys and wearing pretty dresses.

Of one day feeling strong hands on my hips, hard manly lips on my neck and my whole body melting under his weight.

Am I gay? No. I'm not straight that's for sure. I would define myself as bisexual. I have only ever had long term heterosexual relationships and I don't see that ever changing. I have had a couple fo one night stands though. Both times with TV's where I was the dominant male. On both occasions I wanted so much to be the person I was kissing, touching and in the one instance fucking.

More on those later.

does my bum look big in this?

Where to start? I guess I always liked wearing women's clothes. From as early as I can remember I recall sneaking into my parents room whenever they went out to look through my mothers clothes and try on tights, panties and dresses. I used to slip my feet into heels that were far too big for my childish feet and press silver barrels of dark red lipstick against my lips.
It generated mixed feelings. Some I couldn't really understand like erections and the sense that I was doing something other wordly and possibly even wrong. But my abiding sensation was one of calm as I slipped into those soft silky clothes and imagined I was a girl too.