From a Masturbatury Tool to a State of Well Being
Underwear Fetishist
My interest started as a little boy and was all about stockings, suspenders and girdles, seeing women putting them on and eventually trying them on myself.
This would take place in the locked bathroom, underwear borrowed from my sister and stuffed up my jumper. My sister wore plain skirts and tops, never dresses, and they didn't interest me.
Once married I found myself in a similar position, my wife had no interest in pretty clothes, had no dresses and wore no jewelry or makeup. Her wardrobe was jeans and t-shirts, any skirts or blouses she had were dull and far too small for me anyway.
When she went out I would just put on stockings, tights and an occasional basque for a quick wank, they were just a masturbatory aid. I never told my wife, did she need to know what tools I use to enjoy a good wank ?
I also tried pushing candles up my bum without achieving much pleasure, should I also have told my wife about that ?
The compulsion to put on lingerie was enormous. Every two weeks or so when she was out for an hour or more I'd put on some undies, get erect, maybe take a belt to my bum and ejaculate. It was all very mechanical.
Ginny didn't exist then, I didn't have any desire to be like a girl or see myself in the mirror dressed as a woman.
Also reading Playboy etc I would turn the pages and watch the model undress but would lose interest when they became naked and turn back to the undies when I wanted to come.
I'd discovered the word transvestite as a little boy watching Psycho, "a man who gets sexual stimulation wearing female clothes" and knew I was one but felt in my case it only applied to their underwear.
xhamster
When my wife sadly left the family home 4yrs ago I discovered my sisters on xhamster. I decided it was wrong just to look on and should contribute, I saw that the others wore dresses and shoes so ordered some online to wear in my videos. The heels felt fabulous when I was wearing stockings but the young girls flowery nylon dress added nothing for me and was nothing more.
After a month or so I ordered a second set of outer clothes, more adult and mature. The sling backs made me feel more sophisticated but it was the dress that changed my life, it was cool cotton and clinged and swept around my body, a total game changer. I'd discovered the joy of being dressed au femme.
Further dresses followed, different materials against my skin, different styles to admire in the mirror. I'd discovered the joy of dressing, how different dresses can make you feel relaxed, stylish, desirable or slutty.
It was around this time I realised it was no longer just about the embarrassment of masturbation but was becoming so much more and I started to inform my daughters and friends about who I was and how I was on this journey into feminisation.
Fetish Scene
Via xhamster a crossdressing friend who like me is into CP introduced me to the local North East fetish scene last Summer. At monthly meetings people into BDSM meet and engage in bondage and mild CP in a fun way. It's a broad church, if crossdressers are my sisters these people are our cousins. Here I could change and spend an entire evening dressed pretty and gaining confidence amongst strangers and new friends.
There would be 30-40 people there of which a handful were CDs. We would usually gather together and discuss gurly things and I admired their appearance and for the first time realised the need for wearing a bra to give my clothes shape and style.
TBirds and Leeds First Friday
Through the girls at the fetish club I discovered TBirds, a monthly meeting in the North East of usually 20 or so girls.
My first visit was in December and it's become the highlight of my month and I've attended throughout 2019.
We dress and chat in the lounge and some go downstairs to the dungeon and explore their sexuality more fully.
Initially I felt a bit overwhelmed by the TGirls in their wigs and makeup and resorted to trying nail varnish and then assorted jewelry which are a constant reminder of what I have become and they have made me more comfortable in my new self.
After joining tvChix in January I've started attending Leeds First Friday this Summer. Here I feel totally out of the closet. Not only can I mix freely with 200-300 girls but can literally walk the streets and tour the bars and chat openly not only with other CDs but gay men and straight couples and be accepted for who I am.
I'm now spending more time dressing at home and gain satisfaction doing daily chores or just dossing around in the evening with a book or watching television. I've achieved a oneness with who I am and strangely the impulse to masturbate whilst dressed has gone or maybe I just don't want spunk stains on my nice clothes.
I've found out by chatting to others that this seems to be a phenomena for those of us lucky enough to be able to dress whenever we wish.
My interest started as a little boy and was all about stockings, suspenders and girdles, seeing women putting them on and eventually trying them on myself.
This would take place in the locked bathroom, underwear borrowed from my sister and stuffed up my jumper. My sister wore plain skirts and tops, never dresses, and they didn't interest me.
Once married I found myself in a similar position, my wife had no interest in pretty clothes, had no dresses and wore no jewelry or makeup. Her wardrobe was jeans and t-shirts, any skirts or blouses she had were dull and far too small for me anyway.
When she went out I would just put on stockings, tights and an occasional basque for a quick wank, they were just a masturbatory aid. I never told my wife, did she need to know what tools I use to enjoy a good wank ?
I also tried pushing candles up my bum without achieving much pleasure, should I also have told my wife about that ?
The compulsion to put on lingerie was enormous. Every two weeks or so when she was out for an hour or more I'd put on some undies, get erect, maybe take a belt to my bum and ejaculate. It was all very mechanical.
Ginny didn't exist then, I didn't have any desire to be like a girl or see myself in the mirror dressed as a woman.
Also reading Playboy etc I would turn the pages and watch the model undress but would lose interest when they became naked and turn back to the undies when I wanted to come.
I'd discovered the word transvestite as a little boy watching Psycho, "a man who gets sexual stimulation wearing female clothes" and knew I was one but felt in my case it only applied to their underwear.
xhamster
When my wife sadly left the family home 4yrs ago I discovered my sisters on xhamster. I decided it was wrong just to look on and should contribute, I saw that the others wore dresses and shoes so ordered some online to wear in my videos. The heels felt fabulous when I was wearing stockings but the young girls flowery nylon dress added nothing for me and was nothing more.
After a month or so I ordered a second set of outer clothes, more adult and mature. The sling backs made me feel more sophisticated but it was the dress that changed my life, it was cool cotton and clinged and swept around my body, a total game changer. I'd discovered the joy of being dressed au femme.
Further dresses followed, different materials against my skin, different styles to admire in the mirror. I'd discovered the joy of dressing, how different dresses can make you feel relaxed, stylish, desirable or slutty.
It was around this time I realised it was no longer just about the embarrassment of masturbation but was becoming so much more and I started to inform my daughters and friends about who I was and how I was on this journey into feminisation.
Fetish Scene
Via xhamster a crossdressing friend who like me is into CP introduced me to the local North East fetish scene last Summer. At monthly meetings people into BDSM meet and engage in bondage and mild CP in a fun way. It's a broad church, if crossdressers are my sisters these people are our cousins. Here I could change and spend an entire evening dressed pretty and gaining confidence amongst strangers and new friends.
There would be 30-40 people there of which a handful were CDs. We would usually gather together and discuss gurly things and I admired their appearance and for the first time realised the need for wearing a bra to give my clothes shape and style.
TBirds and Leeds First Friday
Through the girls at the fetish club I discovered TBirds, a monthly meeting in the North East of usually 20 or so girls.
My first visit was in December and it's become the highlight of my month and I've attended throughout 2019.
We dress and chat in the lounge and some go downstairs to the dungeon and explore their sexuality more fully.
Initially I felt a bit overwhelmed by the TGirls in their wigs and makeup and resorted to trying nail varnish and then assorted jewelry which are a constant reminder of what I have become and they have made me more comfortable in my new self.
After joining tvChix in January I've started attending Leeds First Friday this Summer. Here I feel totally out of the closet. Not only can I mix freely with 200-300 girls but can literally walk the streets and tour the bars and chat openly not only with other CDs but gay men and straight couples and be accepted for who I am.
I'm now spending more time dressing at home and gain satisfaction doing daily chores or just dossing around in the evening with a book or watching television. I've achieved a oneness with who I am and strangely the impulse to masturbate whilst dressed has gone or maybe I just don't want spunk stains on my nice clothes.
I've found out by chatting to others that this seems to be a phenomena for those of us lucky enough to be able to dress whenever we wish.
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