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I think my story is very similar to many that I have read on the
pages of other t-girls but for those who are compelled to know
more, please read on.
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The Early Years |
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I led a somewhat normal childhood, at least I believe so. I grew
up in a suburb of San Francisco, Calif. I was not the most
athletic kid nor the smartest in the class. Don't get me wrong, I
was wasn't the stupidest kid nor clumsy. I was just your average
kid. I liked to do all those things you see little boys do; riding
bikes, playing with model trains, etc. I guess the only way I was
really different then the other boys, was that in private, I like
to wear womens clothes. Then again, maybe I wasn't different from
ALL the other boys; maybe a few were like myself and I just didn't
know it.
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I recall my first experience with cross-dressing was with a pair
of sheer panty hose about the age of seven or eight. I must admit
that at the time, I was just curious. I don't believe that I
expressed any outward feminine signs, I just thought I'd try them
on. From that moment on, I was hooked. The feeling was
exhilarating; I just don't know how to explain it. I knew
that it was wrong for little boys to do this and I felt extremely
guilty afterward, but the compulsion was strong and I continued to
do so. For years, I snuck around my sisters and mother's drawers
and closets when they were not home. I would try on one or two
things and put them back. Sometimes, I would put on lipstick or
eye-shadow (as I remember, not a very attractive appearance of
womanhood). To this day, I don't believe that any of my family
knew a thing or I surely would have heard about it.
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It was several years later that I discovered what a "transvestite"
was and that I believed that I was one. I kept this knowledge
very much to myself even though I was continuing to learn more
about it and myself.
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The Middle Years |
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I would characterize these years as not being terribly sure of
myself both in my male persona and with my cross-dressing. As a
young adult, I typically felt awkward. My little secret didn't
help and made me feel even more out of of the ordinary. In
attempts "to do the right thing," I vowed several times to try
and give it up; never quite succeeding over the long haul. The
desire to dress would run in cycles, as it does even to this day.
I would go weeks and months without the urge and then something
would just trigger it. Over the years I came to mildly accept
this part of my being but I also learned how to hide it very well
from the rest of the world.
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My dressing during these years was quite infrequent. I still
did not have a large wardrobe and what I had was a piecemeal
attempt at feminity. Most of it was gathered by shop lifting
from small stores or the occasional shopping trip to San Francisco.
It is funny that back then, I remember having all the time in the
world but no money. Now I have enough money to indulge Tiffany but
no time. Let me also say that San Francisco is a great city. No
one bats an eyelash when a young boys goes into a store to by
womens shoes or perhaps a long brunette wig, especially around
Halloween.
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To the Present |
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I am going to jump over several years here. This is a very
uneventful part of Tiffany's development. I emerged after this
time with a new found sense of confidence and firm desire of what
Tiffany wants to be. Up until this time, cross-dressing was an
occasional pursuit that I had tried to fight. Since then, I have
come to realize that Tiffany and her male counterpart can co-exist.
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Tiffany really began to blossom about eight years ago. I was
somewhat tired of the poor characature of feminity that I achieved.
I sought out a professional make-up artist, or two, to show me what
and how to work with make-up (I still have so much more to learn
and practice in this area). I bought a decent wig and tried to
amass a well thought out wardrobe instead of the odd article of
clothing that peaked my interest in the latest Victoria Secrets
catalog. I tried to read more in both magazines and books; trying
all along to become a true student of feminity and improve upon my
personal appearance. The web of course has helped out so much in
recent years. Everything seems so much easier than in the
beginning. I still lack the time to practice these valuable
lessons and to dress as often as I would probably like but I
think Tiffany is still very much a work in progress with lots of
possibilities for the future.
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I currently live and work in Southern California after going to
school here in the late '80s. I am a computer professional,
married with no kids. My wife is a wonderful person and I haven't
told her about Tiffany; even though I think the odds are about
50/50 that she would be accepting of this part of me. When I am
in my drab roll, you probably could not distinguish me from the
thousands of other young professionals. I like exotic cars, NHL
hockey, NFL football (not that XFL or Arena stuff). I go skiing,
sailing, play sports like soccer, tennis, and hockey. I enjoy
beer, eating well, a good bottle of wine, going to the movies,
music, etc. When in drag, Tiffany likes short skirts and heels
no shorter than four inches (they show off my legs better). Silk,
satin and lace are some of my favorite things next to my skin as
is the brush of my medium length auburn wig on my shoulders. I
love to have my picture taken. On those rare business trips
or for that odd weekend in Los Angeles, I occasionally get out
on the town (a few times to the Queen Mary). It seems lately
Tiffany can not turn down an opportunity for a professional
make-over, an E-bay bargain or surfing the web for girls like
myself. I consider myself a little too tall to pass in public
and I am nervous as hell when dressed anywhere else than behind
closed doors.
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Thank you very much for taking the time to read this. I hope
these brief few paragraphs have helped you to understand who and
what I am.
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