the whole sordid story...
I normally don’t like to go on and on about myself, but I was asked to write a bio for another site, and so I’m posting it here for those who are curious about my background.
I was the only boy in a family with three sisters, so my siblings immersed in the female point of view from my earliest age. When I was a preteen I hated having my hair cut so it was always long, and between that and my features I was often mistaken for a girl. That mortified me at the time, but it also must have also tilled fertile ground for my femme personality to take root in.
In my early teens I became curious about all the pretty soft and silky clothes that my sisters and my mother dressed in. I collected up a few things that I didn’t think they would miss and hid them away in my room, where I would occasionally dress up in secret when I was feeling bad. I’m sure it wasn’t coincidental that this was at the time of my first sexual stirrings, so many of my first arousals were in panties or pantyhose. But after doing that for awhile, one day I found my secret stash had been rearranged in such a way that I knew it had been discovered. Knowing that I was found out and completely distraught at the idea, I carefully threw out everything—my first and only “purge” to date.
Ten years went by without dressing or thinking too much about it – high school, college, and even a couple years in one of the more elite units of the Army. I was in my mid-twenties and starting to get some steady attention from women. Not long after I moved in with a lovely woman, she slipped me into a pair of her panties while we were experimenting with some sexual role playing. That seemed to “wake up” my femme side that had lay dormant for the past decade, and with her off-and-on encouragement I started to dress again, but this time with less of the shame I had experienced when I was younger. It was also a time when I discovered that with my femme side there was a corresponding attraction to men, but I didn’t act on that for awhile.
I experimented with dressing and refined my makeup techniques throughout my relationship with her (lived with, married, divorced). I didn’t get to a look I really liked until after my marriage broke up in my early thirties, and had the assistance of my next girlfriend. She helped me refine the look you see in these pictures, and she was the photographer. I learned that my most convincing look was when I didn’t use too much makeup, but in order to make that work I needed to completely eliminate my facial shadow – so whenever I really wanted to get completely femme, I would take a good pair of tweezers and pluck every hair on my face (except my eyebrows, I just shaped them into a nice arch). With that, silicone breast forms, and a good tight-lacing corset, I really felt and looked like a woman. A very tall woman, since I’m six foot even before I add any heels, but a woman nevertheless.
It was also around this time that I started to actively experiment with my bisexual side, and had a few dates with men I’d met through the Net. While I had fun, and they generally seemed to get off on it too, I never found one that I really hit it off with. In truth, I’m more than a bit on the wanton and submissive side when I’m en femme--I know, it’s a bit stereotyped, but it happens to be true. So the type of guy I tend to fantasize about is dominant and would like to aggressively “ride me hard and put me away wet,” then share me with a few of his friends. Yet even though that’s something I would really like to find and make a reality, it’s also something I am cautious and selective about.
Another thing that I’ve fantasized about is finding some sort of rewarding work I could do while en femme-– but that’s something that I’m likely to leave a fantasy, because I currently don’t spend the majority of my time crossdressed and I don’t know that I would really be able to make that change. I did have a genuine offer to become a part time personal private secretary (very personal and private) to an executive, but that unraveled. Ah well . . .
As you can tell from my pictures, I’m very fond of black clothes and lingerie – I think it sets off my pale Celtic skin tones well. I recently discovered a fondness for black latex rubber – I have stockings, opera gloves, and a bra, although I don’t have pictures yet of my recent acquisitions. Maybe someday soon, so please visit again sometime . . . and I do have an email link on the main page, if you would care to write me and make any lewd suggestions…
Sexxxy kisses, Val