As a self-described cross dresser I, by my very nature choose to wear women’s clothing for reasons that satisfy me psychologically and sexually. The idea and act of dressing up sexually excites me but I also enjoy a blissful calming state as I don women’s undergarments, makeup, heels and hose.
By necessity and choice I spend a the majority of my time in garb appropriate to my sex and society, perhaps then the release I find in cross dressing is so much sweeter for it. A while back I came to the realization that whenever I spend some time with my family I always feel the urge to dress up in female attire as soon as I can possibly be alone. Perhaps it’s a need to express my true (but hidden) self.
This played out again last night as I returned home from a family vacation. I love my family and we get along great but I’m subject to the need to conform to their lifestyle and way of thinking when I’m around them, so that the first opportunity I get alone and in my apartment, I pull out the pantyhose and high heels.
Even though it was after midnight when I got home from the airport it was divinely wonderful to put on a pair of black pantyhose and slip into my sling-back pumps.
Even so…
While vacationing at the shore we passed a nearby outlet mall and sign for one of the stores instantly caught my eye. It was an outlet store for Leggs, Hanes and Bali. Two days later I slipped away before dinner and drove over to the shop hoping they might have one of my favorite styles of hosiery.
I went to the store hoping to find cheap pricing on the “Just My Size” black opaque tights that I constantly wear around the house. Unfortunately they didn’t have the tights but I did purchase some of their off-black control top pantyhose at four for ten dollars. It was liberating to walk into the store in my street clothes, peruse the goods, ask a clerk for help and make my purchase without incident or awkwardness.
Touché.
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