1958 - I had just started middle school. I was 11 years old. My neighbor friend was my same age. He invited me over to his house to show me something. He found a bag of girls Gym clothes and wanted me to try them on. He was too big for them but he thought they might fit me. After some coaxing on his part, I agreed. After putting them on I decided that I liked it. He was very pleased. From that point on, I was hooked. I never dressed in front of him again but I never stopped dressing either. I began stealing from my mom and the the neighbors. I dressed as often as I could but I just couldn't get enough. I didn't know what was the matter with me. I thought I was the only person on the planet with these feeling. Then one day I found a magazine in my older brother's stash that talked about men in dresses. So I learned that I wasn't the only one. In 1982 I was unemployed so I moved to San Francisco. I got a job as assistant manager of a low income resident hotel. I began my hormone therapy in 1983 and joined a support group. I began living full time as a woman. By 1987 I moved back to the Pacific Northwest with my new wife. She knew me from 1976 and knew all about my sissy lifestyle. She's very supportive. I've always wanted to be a girl.

2022 - Just 6 more days until my 75th birthday and I can't believe that I'm still here. What a ride! I've been married to my 4th wife now for over 37 years. She knew all about me several years before we got together and has always supported me.We raised 6 kids after we got together and they are all well and doing fine. Five grand kids and two great grand kids. Will I see another birthday or two before my life is over? It's hard to tell. My doctor seems to think I have many more years to come. I hope not too many as those pleasures I enjoyed as a younger man have drifted slowly away. I rarely dress anymore but I still have the memories of younger days. Like I said "What a ride".