Hi I’m Lisa, I live in the UK….

The earliest recollections I have of being ‘girly’ was when I was around 5 years of age. At school I remember a big dressing up box but unlike the other boys who wanted to be dress in superhero or soldier type costumes I for some reason always preferred wearing a dress,

I had slightly older sisters at home and at a young age we’d dress up and play, I’d wear skirts, dresses, tights (pantyhose) and my mums shoes like girls do with my sisters and just enjoyed being one of the girls, nobody seemed to be that bothered at the time. But as time went on it became frowned upon and discouraged from wearing anything girly and be more like a boy.

I couldn’t help how I felt and I felt so guilty and really bad, but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t stop the way I felt.

As I grew into my teens, at home I would find myself often left alone in the house quite often, I never stopped dressing up and imagining myself as a feminine woman but only in secret when nobody could see me. Most Saturdays I’d always be alone in the house, my mum and sisters would go out into town shopping for most of the day. Minutes after the front door closed I’d be straight upstairs looking through wardrobes trying on various outfits, experimenting with makeup and just being girly for the day, my mother had some beautiful dresses, skirts and blouses as well as an assortment of high heels I would choose to wear, I absolutely loved dressing up but felt so terribly guilty afterwards. I remember one particular Saturday they’d came home earlier than I’d anticipated and I was caught by one of my sisters as I’d try to make a mad dash to the bathroom in a pair of high heeled ankle strap sandals, tights (pantyhose) , pencil skirt, blouse and a little makeup. I felt so embarrassed and wrong, nothing was ever said but I was sure she mentioned it.

On a family holiday in the Med during my teens I can recall sitting around the swimming pool, there were topless ladies but couldn’t keep my eyes off a man wearing the tightest swimming trunks I’d ever seen, the huge bulge and tanned hairy body was really something I just liked looking at, he looked amazing. I tried to hard block these feelings but it would never go away, I felt so wrong, dressing as a woman in secret and now my attraction to men !

Moving away and living on my own I was able to dress almost every day at home, the first time I’d ventured out as Lisa was terrifying and exhilarating. I’ve met up socially with other gurls like myself a few times and tried going out as much as I could. I’ve dated a few guys over recent years and enjoyed the attention from them, it’s not been too often though but it’s felt so wonderful when things have got intimate with a man.

I’m now in my 50’s and the feelings have never left me, I’d love to be Lisa 24/7 but I make the most of being her whenever I get the opportunity. x