Fur Coats

When I was around eleven, I had begun having the typical erotic thoughts about women, but also began sensing some arousal when thinking about their clothes, especially corsets, mini skirts and cleavage bearing dresses. (I remember specifically seeing Vivien Leigh in "Gone with the Wind" and thinking how sexy she must have felt on the silky sheets wearing her nightgown.) One day, while home alone, I put on a pair of my mom's pantyhose and her fur coat. I remember being so hard, and loving the feeling of fur on my skin.

Fast forward to adulthood, I would occasionally dress up in my wife's panties when she was away. Her taste in clothing is very conservative, so it didn't do much for me. When I hit my mid40s, I began working from home with lots of alone time. I watched trans porn, and began crossdressing in private, even going so far as to buy my own lingerie, cute girly outfits, wigs, makeup, high heels and j*welry. I would occasionally wear silky panties or thongs under my male clothes. I began going to chat rooms and talking to men using my secret identity as a woman. I even posted some photos of myself in drag with my cock out. I was never that passable, but it was so arousing to be a woman and fantasizing about my alternate life. Over time, I found the process of doing makeup and dressing exhausting, and worried that I'd get caught, so I threw it all out and gave up the habit.

I still find crossdressers sexy and love loving at their videos. I wish I was free to live this lifestyle out in the open, but know that will never be.