my life as a sissy crossdresser

my life as a sissy crossdresserit should be noted that i did not ask for this disposition to crossdress, rather it was presented to me quite by accident. circa 1958...grade school PTA fashion show. PTA fathers were asked to put on a fashion show dressed as their better halves. my dad was right in the mix. I remember he wore some mid calf, grey business suit w/jacket, tan stockings and black heels. i remember this because he practiced dressing days before the show. he wore some makeup and a wig. not very passable, but not many of the men were. i was mesmerized by the sights i was seeing. needless to say, soon thereafter, i was trying on my moms undies, nylons and shoes. My mom wore these white women's orthopedic shoes with a chunky heel to work, and when she esenyurt escort wasn't working and not home I fell in love with these shoes along with the addition of tan nylon stockings, i wanked myself into a crossdressing lifestyle that would last to this very day. I was caught only twice by siblings and never by my parents although i'm certain they must have known or at least had an idea. Over the next 10 or so years, i would dress up and jerkoff often. save in high school. Other pursuits were more pressing, say girls, sports, music, etc. Crossdressing became almost non-requerdo. Vietnam next deterred me. It wasn't till the early 70's when I finally gained employment and my own place, that I started back in crossdressing. I found avrupa yakası escort shoes at thrift shops and garage sales. Lingerie was obtainable via the mail. Life was good, I was thin, let my hair grow, and maintained a low profile amoung friends and realitives.Then I met my 1st wife. she was about my size, height, and most importantly, same shoe size, (or close). I secretly dressed when I could, until one day she came home and found me in the backyard in some nylon stockings, and her tan colored high heel boots, wanking furiously. When I saw that she was watching me, I had a very strong and violent orgasm. We had some very serious conversations following that day. Suffice anadolu yakası escort it to say, some time later, we tried our first somewhat (lesbian) lovemaking session. I loved it but she not so much so. She looked the other way most of the time when she suspected I was dressing up. At least until we started having c***dren. Then we came to an agreement that no more crossdressing would be tolerated. I was good with that, for a while. I dressed and wanked, when I was alone. This went on for many, many years. As it would turn out, it would eventually cause a riff in my marriage that would end it. And It did just after my 61st birthday. I moved to another state and for the last 10 or so years, I have lived a daytime life as a man, and the rest of the time as a non passable crossdresser. I own multiple pairs of heels, superfluous pairs of pantyhose, nylonstockings both hold ups and garter style. lingerie, panties, bras. Don't bother with wigs and a lot of makeup since I be (a ugly chick). Not to mention various dildo's, masturbater's, creams, lotions, gels, and many tubes of red lipstick, (my favorite).