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.
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