To many times I have been the blunt of someones bad joke. It's not that I have chosen to be a cross-dresser. It's just something that has always been a part of me. I remember sneaking into my sisters closet and trying on her clothes as early as 6 years old. I loved the smell of her perfumes and the pretty colors of her make up. I didn't care if her clothes were to big for me because wearing them made me feel special and different in a good way. As I got older I was able to collect my own girlie clothes. I had a hiding spot out in the woods where I played dress up. One day I even dressed up and went into town. I really looked like a girl and it was very exciting to me that I could fool so many people. When I got to be a young adult I learned that I had to be honest and open about what I did. Of course for my job I am a manly man but after 5 I let my hair down and pamper myself becoming a woman with fantasies all her very own.