Reflections, advice, and experiences from my time identifying as a crossdresser—and what I wish I’d known back then.
I started crossdressing by stealing panties. It wasn’t just a kink—it was curiosity, gender envy, and a quiet craving for femininity I didn’t understand yet.
After living as a transgender housewife for a week, I finally told my wife what I had done—and how it made me feel. Her response changed everything.
It was just a joke. Try on a dress, make the girls laugh. But slipping into that crossdresser prom dress? It felt real. And part of me still wishes I got to wear it to prom.
Struggling with the crossdresser vs transgender question? Here’s how I finally realized I was more than just dressing up—and what that means for me.
I’m finally living my crossdressing housewife fantasy — not as a kink, but as a way to show love, care, and finally just be Michelle.