You say that you’re cross-dressing; please tell me it’s not true?
I simply do not understand what’s happening to you.
You say that you’re cross-dressing, what is this thing you’ve chose?
Wearing a woman’s dress and wig, makeup and pantyhose.
I cannot believe it’s happening, why are you doing this to me?
What’s it that’s got into you; aren’t you the man you used to be?
When did you start to do it, in what way have I failed you?
Could you simply not have told me what was happening to you?
I really cannot stand it, what makes you do this to me?
What has become of the man that you once used to be?
For all the years I’ve known you, you’ve never said a thing,
And now that you’ve just told me, I can’t believe anything.
Please let me tell all that has been happening to me,
And why I don’t seem to you the man that I used to be.
I really haven’t changed at all, despite all you choose to see,
I’ve wanted to cross-dress for years, but held back unnaturally.
The world outside’s not black and white as some choose to believe,
It’s lots of different shades of grey, as different as chalk and cheese.
Cross-dressing has being going on for hundreds and thousands of years,
It’s just that it’s not understood by most, who would rather follow their fears.
We’ve been programmed since we were children, on things we were meant to be,
With nothing ever being said, less written about our femininity,
It’s a basic part of our makeup; it’s the same for all women too;
They also have a masculine side, has that thought occurred to you?
It’s truly man’s deepest secret, well hidden from all within,
And yet it’s truly beautiful if you’ll accept the whim.
For when we are in our "fem attire" we are in creative mood,
And that can be more satisfying than healthy well-cooked food.
I’ve really wanted to tell of my hidden desires to dress,
No matter how hard I wanted to, I just could not confess.
I’ve now read books and surfed the net and so now understand,
That being gender dysphoric is nothing that I had planned.
You see it happens before we’re born and is beyond our own control,
It’s something that happened to my Mum that stressed her and changed my role.
Whatever did distress her I really have no idea,
It has happened to me though, and for years I’ve lived in fear.
I’ve suffered lots of anguish; I’ve suffered lots of guilt,
That somewhere, somehow my secret; would finally be spilt.
So now you know, it’s up to you. Do you me forgive?
For it’s very deep inside of me; and we’ve still got lots to give.
I’ve recently read a book by a psychiatrist, Dr Jerry Jamplosky,
It’s called "Love is letting go of fear". That’s where I’d like to be.
So now can I ask you, my dear; "Do you really want to be free"?
"Can you learn to forgive, to love and let go", so you too can be finally free.