Just your friendly neighborhood octogenarian cross-dresser in small town New Hampshire. Born 1945. Amazing how makeup, wig and trim figure conspire to roll back the years, isn't it?

Unlike the vast majority of us I had no youthful attraction to femme attire; I was 70 before I tried on panties and did it no more than a half dozen times before my wife of 47 years suddenly passed away. Within a few months I dug out those panties and began exploring Amy. I know now that by creating her, I was keeping a woman in my life, a vibrant, joyful, sexy, classy lady, determined to enjoy the few remaining years of her life. She is the woman my male alter ego wishes he had in his life.

I have no explanation for how the stars aligned to produce my DNA, but I'll not complain! Oh, I wish I had fuller lips, a smaller nose, larger breasts, and a less prominent jaw line, but I'm relatively hairless, have slender extremities, and a waist narrower than my hips (a rarity among us biological males). Thus I look good in a dress.

Best of all, I have accumulated a few dear friends with whom I go out and dine and talk. Life is good.

If you've read this far, and your profile tells your readers less than mine, I hope you're inspired to write a fuller bio. My heart always sinks when I click on an attractive photo and find no bio.

I hope you'll allow me another small plaint: too few of us curate our photostreams sensibly. There are FAR too many duplicate or near-duplicate photos, duplicate or near-duplicate outfits. By all means take 10 photos, but have the self-discipline to delete 9 of them, leaving only the single best. Viewers will thank you.

Amy

xoxoxoxo

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