Centered on trans identity—my experiences, questions, and the messy beauty of figuring it all out.
When I met my wife, I purged everything. Quitting crossdressing felt like the only way to protect my new relationship. It didn’t work—but it taught me a lot.
After college, I started crossdressing in secret. Alone, at home, and fully femme for the first time. It wasn’t about sex. It was about finally feeling like me.
In college, I stopped stealing panties—and started buying them for myself. Crossdressing in college helped me discover comfort, softness, and part of who I am.
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.
Before I was Michelle, I used a different name—one my parents picked if I’d been born a girl. This is my transgender name story, and how I found the right one.
I didn’t plan to come out as transgender at work. I just had a question. But saying it out loud? It changed everything—and I’m still spiraling.
Faking masculinity was how I survived—memorizing sports stats, playing the part. I was never one of the guys, and I finally stopped pretending.
I didn’t want to date the princess—I wanted to be her. This post explores gender envy through childhood Disney dreams, gowns, and quiet longing.