Oh Yeah.

I wore a pair or cotton panties to work the other day. If you read my post on March 18, you will know what that means. As I drove, my paranoia grew. Every driver was a threat, but I loved wearing my panties. as I bent over to lift things, My panties reminded me they were there. I was back. The comfort I felt was overwhelming. I remembered who I am, and I didn't care that my panties might be seen.

My gender issues are overcoming my fear. If I were thin, I would already be out, but the next step is to shave my beard.

                                        Love to ya, Francine

I'm Addicted

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I don’t know why, but every time I wear a bra, my nipples stand erect. It’s always been that way. It makes me feel feminine and sexy at the same time. When I was young, dressing in girl’s clothes was erotic for me, but I knew it was more than that. When I started wishing to be a girl, I knew I was different.

I looked through the JC Penny and Sears catalogs choosing my wardrobe for the time when I became a real girl. As many of you, I’m sure, I thought I was crazy. How could I explain the magical attraction I felt for feminine clothing. Not to mention my real desire to be a girl. The boys in the neighborhood gave me funny looks when I wanted to be a girl in our make believe games. Somehow pretending to be a woman while playing army didn’t fit with their idea of fun.

I must’ve started puberty early, because I remember masturbating at a young age, while pretending to be a girl. Still, I had heterosexual desires. I almost had gay sex once, when I was fourteen, but the guy didn’t really know what he was doing and I wasn’t really attracted to him or his brother.

Spinning forward, and getting back to the subject, I love wearing my bras. I’m addicted to the way they make me feel, but I can’t wear them in public. You see I’m overweight so I have naturally large breasts. Wearing a bra would be noticed.

After my traffic accident, I’m back to wearing my camisoles and panties most everywhere I go, but I have to wait to wear my bras. Darn, I wish I were a girl.

                                                 With Love, Francine 

Maybe I am

I took the COGIATI test recently. As you can see, my score was 280, which means I'm a probable transexual. It's nice to get validation, but I don't think I'll transition. Old age, and a life of hard knocks have taken their toll.

Like I've said before, I wish I were young again. I want to have my date wait while I get ready for the prom. I want to do it all. Even if I did go through transition, I need money to do it, and I have none. For now, I'm content to crossdress.
                                       With Love, Francine

They Still Call to Me

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By Francine

I totaled a car a while back. It was a fearful experience, one that I never want to go through again. They took me to the hospital and Released me later. When it was over, I realized I'd been wearing his underwear. What if I'd been wearing silk and my injuries were more serious?

Now I'm afraid to go out wearing lingerie in public. I feel like a fool, or a hypocrite. I've got to overcome my fear and be what I am. Wish me luck.

Oh, To Be Young Again

If I were fourteen again, and knew what I know now . . . click on the picture to see the video.http://www.google.com/url?

Heterosexual-Homosexual-Bisexual?

By Francine

A while ago, I tried to imagine being gay. I work with the public and I tried to imagine kissing every man I came in contact with. I also tried to imagine being kissed by them. I’m not sure why, but I wondered if my gender identity crisis extended beyond just recreational cross-dressing.

At fourteen, I’d been dressing in my mothers clothes for years. I’d been making my own women’s fashions too, and I began to wonder what it would be like to be a real girl. Much like Pinochio’s desire to be a real boy, I embarked on an adventure.

This wasn’t a coming out event. Please understand this was 1972 and young men just didn’t do such things. Not, if they wanted to remain out of mental hospitals. I’d heard about medical procedures that would change me but I never pursued the possibility. I perused the catalogs with envy.

I found myself obsessing over it, but I never took it farther than my fantasies. After a while, I lost myself in the activities of the times. I buried my desires in a mountain of cannabis and alcoholic beverages. I discovered I lost interest in sex. Still don’t know why, but transgender issues didn’t surface during that time.

Now, years after the substance abuse. After a life lived as a heterosexual male with cross-dressing tendencies, I wonder how I would’ve lived life if I had transitioned. I would be a pioneer, but would I be attracted to males?

Yes my curiosity goes deeper, but I promised to keep from posting about those subjects here. I found myself trying to imagine being gay. Feelings rose up and the evidence is inconclusive. I can’t conceive of sex with a man, but I wonder . . . If I found myself with a real vagina I might think otherwise. Hormones would also have an effect on my brain chemistry.

I’m a transgender male, lost in a world he’d rather ignore. I want to go back to being fourteen. Back to when I had tight skin and the possibility of living life as a female was real. I can bury my cross-dressing desires. After all, I’ve done it over and over again through the years. But the possibilities no longer exist. I remain a transgender male. I will not succumb to the binge and purge cycle again.

I won’t, however, pursue surgery. There are some pretty hot guys out there, but probably not for me. I think like a woman, I always have, but it’s hard to be attracted to some of the macho attitudes I encountered. I lived as a male for all these years. I can see through the façade and I don’t have the patience.

Good luck to you ladies. May you find yourself locked in the women’s section of a high-end clothing store, and may you have the whole weekend to enjoy it.

Photo Shoot

I got dressed the other day and took pictures. Of course I kept them from the neck down, since I’m not ready to shave yet. My alter ego needs that beard in his work and daily life.

Now, this post can go many different ways from here. When I wrote that opening paragraph, I thought of my alter ego and how strong a personality he is. I could write about getting rid of him. I could also talk about getting old and how that messes with cross-dressing.

I could talk about how I missed my opportunity by not transitioning when I was younger and the skin was tighter, the body was smaller then too.

There are so many issues facing the transgender male, it would be impossible to list them all. We’re a strange lot with multifaceted minds, and I could delve into that subject.

So, for this post I’ll let you be the judge. Look at the pictures and tell me if you see anything pretty. I need to lose the fat and find the courage to shave the face, but It was fun.