Hi, I'm Jon, 67 year old, divorced CD. I am looking for somewhere to meet and hookup with other CD/TS/TV/TG women,couples and women with similar desires, for support and socializing.
I began crossdressing during early puberty, about age 11 or 12. I always sought some kind of very soft material with which to masterbate. One time while I was alone for awhile, a deep memory from probably age 3 or 4 emerged from the depths and the memory was of a time when I had climed into my mothers bed. I was brushing against her in some way that allowed my tiny boy clit to gently brush against the filmy, soft, nylon material of her nightie.
Even being so young I had a rush of pleasure as my mother's 1950's style nylon nighty slid accross the tiny helmet of my boyclit. That experience became increasingly clear and in short order, I made a connection I went to my mothers room andopened the drawers of her American Colonial style, handmade maple dressing table, until I located the special drawer which she kept her nylon Shadowline panties. I didn't know until years later that she always purchased this brand because they are elegant and wear well. Also the heavenly scent of her perfume filled my nose with a good enough whiff that it was actually intoxicating to me. Today, nearly 60 years after, My crossdressing sessions require the scent of Chanel 9 or another high-end perfume, in order for me to feel feminine. To know I'm almost a woman again.
So, I grabbed a pair of the black panties and retreated to my own bedroom. As I had pulled my boxers down and my feet slid through the the legs of the panties, I began to notice that these panties , as I pulled them up my legs and over my hips, the material began to lightly caress my butt and a second later play a sweet tune as I drew them up and accross my now swollen boyclit. From that second until today, It is always a majic when I make another transition and become a woman. As I did just before I began writing.
Today I cross as often as I can. I would like to stay as a woman. To be a woman always for everything I do or any place I go, would make me feel like I am one of the luckiest ladies in the world.
I have not dressed publicly ever. A quick sweep past an open window or after dark maybe walk 100 to 150 feet outside, when I chicken out and don't go through with whatever half plan I formulated. I'm afraid to come out. I would be ecstatic if I could somehow leve the closet to live as a woman. Perhaps I'll work it out now.