Exploring my feminine side is like a strange and powerful drug. For the first time in my life, I’ve stopped trying to fight it. I’ll admit it: I feel euphoric when I’m a woman.
One thing I don’t like about crossdressing is that it makes me self-obsessed. I just stare at myself for hours like this and take hundreds of pictures. It just feels too…damn…good.
I honestly wish I didn’t feel compelled to crossdress. I’ve tried to give it up. It’s embarrassing, it’s silly, but it’s time I’m honest with myself. Feminizing into a woman is part of who I am and I absolutely love it.
I finally got my wife to agree to meet Vicki. I was so nervous, but I’d never looked better. This was that night, moments before everything would change.
Crossdressing always stirred something deep in me. I fantasized for years but was too ashamed. In my late 20s, I finally tried. This is one of my first photos fully dressed. Worried I’d look like a clown—but seeing Vicki in the mirror was pure out-of-body. Terrified how right it felt.