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Well I guess I should preface this with a Little bit about me, I've been crossdressing (in private) since I was 12 much to the dismay of my mom. She found out because I'm bad at hiding stuff meaning I was dumb enough to just leave her clothes under my bed and hope she wouldn't notice (she did) and she told me that what I was doing was not normal and that I shoould quit doing that (this article doesn't do her justice she's a terrific mom and has since become more accepting of my crossdressing). Well after two years of getting caught over and over again I decided that I needed to do something about this crossdressing bussiness and I needed to confront it. So I naturally decided to run as far away from the issue as possible and go to an all male Catholic Boarding School were I couldn't cross dress even if I wanted to (because its an all male Catholic boarding school) and just not face the issue ever again. Well after four years of testosterone fueled beer guzzling glory (The Catholics know how to party) I had changed alot. I was older, wiser, and I had a girl friend now (the weirdest part is how I got a girl friend at an all boy boarding school). After graduating from said school I was faced with a dilemna, I was in college now I had freedom, independence, and a certain urge to strap on a pair of heels and wear a dress (go figure). The desire had not gone away and now I was wanting it even more badly than ever, so badly in fact I began to slink into depression. I was faced with denying my true self and living in a state of self pity and masochism, or wearing a dress and being the happiest I have ever been in my life. I had to confront the issue head on this time and not run away like I did before. So I decided (very reluctantly) to tell my girlfriend about me. This went over fairly well, I was so nervous and self degrading she thought I was trying to tell her I cheated on her and was relieved that I was JUST a Transvestite (go figure). That was when I realized that the problem wasn't that I was trans, the problem was that I cared so much what other people thought of me being trans and thats what I needed to stop not the actual act itself. Since then I have come out to both parents, my sister, my room mate, several friends, and more importantly myself. I'm the happiest I have ever been in my entire life. Oh and tomorrow is my girl friend and me's two year anniversary. Thanks for reading.
Hugs!!!
Masi,
