Why Do I Crossdress?
Why, why, why?
I imagine most of us have, sometime during the course our lives, sat down and pondered why we cross dress. Why we have that burning desire, no…, let me rephrase that: why we have that essential, irresistible, unforgiving urge need to now and then don women’s clothes and, for however long we are able, portray ourselves as female.
I guess a simple, yet somewhat flippant, answer would be: Well, I don’t know, I guess I just like to be like a woman now and then. However, if you spend some time contemplating this aspect of your character, you may find that there is more to it than that.
So, furrow your brow, takes a few moments to reflect and think:
Why do we do it?
Clearly, as with almost all T-people, it is something we were born with—so is it to do with whatever happened to us in our mother’s womb? The oft mentioned “Oestrogen wash” for example?
Or was it something in our social development, our upbringing where, say, we were the only male in a household of females? Or did we get cajoled into playing girls parts in school plays at school—and secretly enjoyed it?
Do we have a feminine looking body—in all or part? Maybe long slim legs below a male torso, or slender fingers, nice skin, long eyelashes and/or a girly lips/mouth?
What about our characters? Don’t like the rough and tumble of boys or men’s games, don’t like getting our hands dirty, but rather enjoy more passive activities such as reading, painting, even knitting (many men do!)? Don’t like the typical coarseness of men?
Do we simply admire the textures and feel of women’s clothes compared with the drab, coarse fabrics men usually have to wear; suit and tie, trousers and shirts, compared with skirts and tops, and dresses in silk and lace, nylon and satin, cotton and, oh, so many other fabrics and styles (long, short, mini, tight, flowing, loose…).
Let’s not dwell on shoes and boots and sandals, we’ll be here forever, but just think: high heels, low heels, flat shoes, thigh length boots, calf length boots, ankle boots; and hair adornments, earring, bracelets, rings, necklaces; scarves, shawls, cardigans… in colours sometimes we have never dreamt of.
Or is that we are simply, fundamentally women?
Women hidden inside a male shell; hidden because general society is hypocritical towards people who are just that little bit different. Fearful of something out of the ordinary, fearful of diversity, the majority suppress the minority (as always...).
Do we dress because we are rebels? Dress because women can wear men’s clothes and no-one makes any comments but, put a man in a dress, and the world might as well end?
Do we dress because it is our sanctuary, our shelter from the tough, tough world of being a man; from being the hunter and provider, being the figurehead?
Frankly, whilst I have my own opinions and thoughts about why we do what we do, if I’m truly honest, I’d have to say, despite all of my questions, a resounding: I don’t really know!
Still, this article this might give you something to think about the next time you slip in to a nice pair of panties and bra, breast forms, tights and a dress, and get ready to show the world the real you! Mightn’t it?
Hello girls, I'm Cassandra Jade (in the making). I am in the process of receiving my wig, butt & hip pads, corset and a few other items. I got 1 of my dresses, 2 pairs of high heel shoes, panties, my breast forms & it feels so natural to me. I wish I did this in my twenties when I was still young & prettier. Non the less, I can't wait to get out there. & strut my stuff. The world is my catwalk honey. I also wanna enroll in beauty school so I can both be myself & do what I love. It's difficult buying feminine products in brick & mortar stores because everyone see's this guy I'm trapped in. I desire to smell like a woman & have smooth feminine skin. Luckily I have the internet. I hope to post a pic of myself & my future man to reveal all that Sassy Cassie has to offer. Thank you ladies for helping me bring her out.
I cross-dress because deep down inside I always felt like a woman. When I was going through the lingerie department, specifically the panty section, I touched a panty to see how it felt, and I liked it so I purchased few panties and I enjoyed it. And then after a while, I added bras. And since I already had lingerie, I decided to add dresses, skirts, and shoes to my feminine wardrobe. After buying all these clothes plus my love for ballet, I knew I was a woman on the inside.
I truly love the EN FEMME learning center. I have dressed for decades. For years I thought I was the only one….. I say that to say this; I love to dress and I really do not know why either. I wrote in comments of "Are you a Fetish Crossdresser" that I started (with mother's help) dressing at the age of 4. Totally innocent. But when I pulled on my first pair of full-fashion stockings and skipped around her bedroom, the magic of crossdressing took hold and never let go. But at the age of 8, my aunt stopped in to visit my Mother. She was a bit shocked to find her nephew wearing make-up and panties, and pulling on a old pair of mother's stockings. "OH My!… don't you know that little boys don't wear women's clothes! What is wrong with YOU!!! From that day on, "What is wrong with YOU! echoed in my head, every time I desired to dress. As an adult, I can't count all the times I purged all my lovely things. I finally went to a therapist.. She concluded, "There is nothing wrong with you dressing. Just don't try to explain it to your wife and others that don't dress. They will never understand, therefore they will judge you. Your wife and others don't need to know everything. As long as you do no harm to others or try to force them to accept something they don't want to understand, go enjoy your female side." I was free! I live a secret life as Barbara. I have studied and exercised to become a passable woman, going out ever chance I get, because as Patricia Kay wrote "it makes me feel so wonderful and complete.
I took my time….teenager 1980s with stacks of woman's magazines seeing the makeovers, the clothes…the Virginia Slim models and their wardrobe…and how it made me feel. Then I was trying to walk in heels…and that intoxicating sound on tile floor…
Years later…I enjoy
why do I cross dress? I haven't a clue but the one thing that I do know is that it makes me feel relaxed, it makes me feel feminine, it makes me "like me". I could stay dressed every day and feel comfortable doing it. There have been a few times (actually many times) that I have been "caught" and have sworn that I will stop. You know how that goes, my wife and I went to a therapist and I told him everything (well almost everything). The one thing that I left out was the part that when I am dressed as a woman I want to give oral sex. I rationalize that if genetic females can do it why can't I?? I totally enjoy being my alter ego with the exception of the cost factor, but then again I'm worth it!!!!!
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