although, i don't cross dress, and have not done so in my adult life, there was a period of time when i did. my mother used to think it was cute to dress me when i was younger, especially as a twin to my aunt, who was only a few months older than myself. that stopped after my dad threw a fit about it. i was a latch key kid before there was a name for it. i dressed often and even found a set of breast forms. this was something i did from about age nine to age thirteen. it felt very erotic to me, but i was terrified of being found out. my mother was a little under five feet tall, and lightly built, so her things where what i used. i have no idea why i stopped, i may simply be that we moved from the city to a dairy farm and cattle ranch, and that the chores took my time and kept me pretty much worn to a frazzle. it was also the summer of my growth spurt. no more cloths that fit. from that time on all my girl time has been in my head and my heart,
with the exception of the junior class play, when i had the supporting lead as a friend who had to disguise himself as a woman and play the role of his buddies wife so he wouldn't loose his inheritance. so, my experience as a cross dresser was pretty limited, never-the-less, significant in it's impact on my life. redman