Updated 5-29--25

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In short, I dress up as a female because I enjoy it. It's an escape, it's artistic, and it's erotically satisfying. I can escape by disguising both my identity and my gender. I am artistically creative through make-up, fashions, photography, and by portraying a wide variety of women. Like most of us boys who dress up as girls, we do it for a multitude of reasons, and for me, it started with my fascination with women's shoes. I am a relatively normal guy who, from time to time, likes to shed this overrated male facade and venture into the Twilight Zone by transforming myself into a female. The term transgender is rather broad, and cross-dresser, transvestite, etc. seem fethishy so I prefer female impersonator.........not by the common definition as stage performer, but more literally as a male who masquerades as a woman..... I consider myself an actor (actress) who specializes in female roles exclusively. I find today's terminology tedious in its attempt to define every increment of sexuality and gender. I have been at it for a long time and am very experienced. I am not a "lifestyle" crossdresser, having to dress down to perform everyday activities as a female, Not naturally effeminate, my ability to create a credible female image is the result of my admiration for, and keen observation of women, and it helps that I have been blessed with shapely legs and derriere, aided only by creative plucking, shaving and padding. I've never felt guilty or had any adverse feelings about dressing up as a female.....it always seemed so natural to me.

Although I am not interested in men sexually, I do enjoy hearing from gentlemen, I feel I have something to offer online that men no longer get from women in the real world. I appreciate any comments that let me know how I am doing.

 

We all had to start somewhere and have very similar stories, blah, blah blah..............but if you care to read further, the following are ten chronological events that helped develop my life in high heels. Although they are of equal weight, if I had to pick a favorite it would be No.4 where I first perceived myself to be an attractive woman rather than a cute girl.

 

1.. - Getting Started: What better way to exercise my love for high heels than to dress completely as a girl. I started at a young age when I enjoyed exploring my mother's closet and consider my official start to be when I could comfortably fit into her high heels. My first role was as a bathing beauty, wearing a black bathing suit, black high heels, and cheap wig-like beach coverup. My box of watercolors provided easily removable lipstick, rouge, eyeliner and mascara.......I had been picked on in school because of my girlish complexion, so it did't take much to turn myself into a girl. I loved the look and feel of my sock-padded bosom and the click of my high heels as I walked around our secluded swimming pool, hoping that some day I could change my sex like Christine Jorgensen had done.

 

2. - Coming out to sister/Easter Parade: My public debut in female finery occurred, not typically on Halloween, but actually at the hands of my older sister once she discovered I had also been into her closet. Having outgrown my mother's wardrobe, she caught me trying on her bridesmaid* dress and high heels while staying with her at the Jersey shore. Surprisingly, she remarked that she always wanted a sister, and embarrassed, I confessed that I wanted to be a girl. So by these admissions, I gladly let her transform me with real makeup, into a most convincing sister she named Patty, and with both of us dolled up for the Easter Promenade, we strolled the boardwalk in our hats, gloves and high heels. I'll always remember her advice: "Now you look like a girl, just act like a girl". I was extremely nervous because public cross-dressing was largely illegal, especially when a cop approached us only to offer a compliment........apparently everyone thought I was a proper young lady. I wish I had a photo of us girls.

 

(* Synthetic wigs had become a fashion staple for women in. the 60's, and all the bridesmaids in the wedding party were required to wear, besides identical gowns and heels, identical platinum blonde wigs. Along with a few items of female apparel, my sister gave me this wig which I went on wear for my Tall Girl adventure.)

  

3. - Puberty: My sister advised me of the downside of ever having a sex-change operation ala Christine Jorgensen. Although it meant I could enjoy dressing in women's clothes full-time, as a woman I would be expected to marry a man, have sex with him, and become a house-wife (and not like the "dress and heels" TV moms). More importantly, I discovered girls and what they had to offer, along with the joys of masturbation. I could pleasure myself by either fantasizing about girls' bodies/breasts, or by still dressing up (temporarily) as a female in make-up, wigs and high heels. In one year's time I counted over 300 such orgasmal events, glad that my male member was well in hand.

 

4.. - College Drag Pageant: At my then GF's college I "volunteered" to participate in a sorority-sponsored drag/womanless pageant, my first time on stage and my first and best makeover as an adult. I initially feigned reluctance, but it soon became evident that I was too comfortable in a female role for it to have been my first time, learning to navigate in high heels so quickly. Fortunately, a few photos exist from this experience are shown and described in my photostream. Previously I thought of myself as just a cute girl or young lady, but this time around I felt like a sexy, attractive woman........and I also got to keep this wig!

 

5. - Tall Girl fashions: I interned at a company in Orlando, Florida, which presented boundless opportunities for accumulating a female wardrobe and dressing up for longer periods . With my makeup skills greatly improved I shopped for an evening gown at a store called Tall Girl, walking the couple of blocks from my motel dressed as a cute platinum blonde, bolstered by the honking approval of several passing truckers on Colonial Drive. I greeted the store owner with a girly "hello", and although her initial response indicated she thought I was a real female, I admitted for the first time to a stranger that I was a female impersonator, in this case intending to appear at Parliament House, a local resort that catered to gays. As I modeled a gown she remarked that I was very graceful in high heels.....I loved that she treated me like a woman when other customers were present, making me comfortable enough to return in the future..

 

6.- Parliament House: Because I thoroughly enjoyed my performance in the drag show in college, and encouraged by my public adventure at Tall Girl, I hoped to continue in that vein at Parliament House, where drag contests were advertised. I naively assumed that many in the audience would be crossdressed males. Wrong! Thankfully I did a test run, nervously driving for the first time completely en femme, only to find that the venue was really a "leather bar" where the all-male patrons showed only a passing interest in the drag queen performers, let alone me. One apparently sympathetic guy bought me a drink and was very pleasant, although I was clearly not his type. I decided not to return for amateur night.

 

7. - Womanless Wedding: A woman in the neighborhood who did MTF makeovers, also held monthly crossdresser parties in her rec room fitted out for that purpose. Our group decided to do a private womanless wedding reception for AIDS charity at a rented banquet hall, loosely based on Tony & Tina's wedding. I was chosen to be the bride because I owned a bridal gown and could dance backward in high heels (I was also the prettiest). This was the first time I was kissed on the lips by a man, and when close-dancing with guests, discovered I could sexually arouse a man (who had to be reminded I was really a guy (or maybe that's what turned him on)).

 

8. - Dating a Man: As a result of my "wedding", a male friend (the groom), presented me with a situation that got me out in public and provided cover. In this arrangement, he specified how he preferred me to dress and act, and in return escorted me to cultural events and restaurants, paying for everything including some wardrobe items. He was tall enough that I could wear my highest heels, but when he asked me to pose as his expecting wife, and although I enjoyed my "pregnancy" wearing a costume shop baby bump, I needed to wear lower heels (boo-hoo) for that role. The relationship ended when things started to become sexual (no surprise there).

 

9. - Internet/digital camera/self-timer/met T-Girl friend: Internet sites such as Flickr opened new vistas where self-timed photos of my female self could be posted.

 

10. - Adult Halloween events/coming out to friends

 

Today It never ceases to amaze me how many of us there are, who can transform themselves into incredibly beautiful women, many with legs that real women would die for. Passing, I believe, is relative.....I was most convincing as a young teen, when adult female dress and make-up made me look older while I still had a girlish voice. Today it is a totally different matter, and I am surprised and grateful that I still pass to some extent.......in fact, I think I look better as a female than a male because wigs and make-up now take off about ten years. I still consider myself photo-passable, but my days of fooling people are over, and now I find it more important to only disguise my true identity and not my gender, preferring to be perceived as an attractive, credible transvestite/crossdresser. Dressing up still makes my ________ tingle, and what girl doesn't like her _________ to tingle! I now limit public appearances to crossdresser-friendly occasions such as Halloween, Mardi Gras, Gay Pride events, etc. and do not meet anyone privately.

 

I've done some risky and dangerous things, like walking the city streets at night and being approached and followed by a man who thought I was a transvestite prostitute (he could have been a cop!). But a favorite occurred when my female partner dared me to walk the Atlantic City boardwalk in drag, in broad daylight on Halloween, wearing nothing but her (faux) fur coat and my strappy stiletto heels.......the cool air blowing under my coat was exhilarating, and when no one was looking, she opened my coat to see if I had an erection (or to give me one), but it was too cold (shrinkage).