Happy Birthday to me!

Well, today marks 34 years for me. In looking back on my life so far, it
is hard to believe how far I have come over the years.

34 years ago I was just your typical baby boy.

24 years ago I was different from most of the boys my age. I started to
find that I got along better with the girls than with the boys. I
discovered how good pantyhose felt on my legs.

18 years ago I discovered the Rocky Horror and crossdressed in public
for the very first time, wearing borrowed clothes. I knew at that time
that I was definitely different from the rest of the guys. It just felt
natural. I shaved my legs for the first time, there was no going back
after that feeling.

14 years ago I knew I loved to wear stockings, panties, and lingerie. I
knew that I was a crossdresser but it was very much a part-time thing. I
crossdressed for the sexual pleasures it brought me. I told my
girlfriends and they liked it and some even encouraged it because they
saw how turned on I was by the thought.

10 years ago I met my wife and all of that changed (for the better, mind
you). I told her who and what I was from day one and she accepted me for
who I was. She encouraged me to crossdress as often as I liked and
started buying me all kinds of clothes. My clothing went from a few
items in the bottom drawer to the closet with the rest of our clothes.

5 years ago I started to dress more as a GG than as a fetish-loving guy
in a dress. My clothing filled the closet in the spare bedroom, part of
the closet in our bedroom, half of a dresser. My shoe collection was
growing to the point where I had to install a hanging shoe rack in the
bedroom to hold all of our shoes. I started a blog as a means to meet
others who were like me and to chronicle my day to day experiences.

3 years ago I became a dad for the first time when we adopted our
daughter. We decided to not keep my crossdressing a secret from our
(then 2 year old) daughter. We decided it would be best for her to grow
up knowing about it and realizing that it is not a bad thing.

2 1/2 years ago Heather was born. I shaved the beard and tried makeup
for the first time. I wanted to see how passable I could be. I ventured
out in public for the first time as woman. I was scared to death but I
did it. It was just a quick trip to a store to get a few things but
what a thrill! One or 2 people figured me out and the cashier
complimented me on my blouse. I was hooked. I had to do it again. I
started a website as a way to share pictures of me with my friends and
to educate the world on what I was, to alleviate their fears and
misconceptions.

1 year ago my wife went out with Heather for the first time in public.
We met a great group of girls in the area who introduced us to some
great places to get out and just be ourselves. I really started to be
comfortable being out in public during the daytime wherever I happened
to be going. I realized that so long as I dressed appropriately and
behaved like a GG most people would not notice me, and those that did
would not really care all that much about it. Someone decided to use my
crossdressing as a means to hurt me by calling DYFS (child services). I
was prepared and explained everything to the social worker, who said it
was not a concern to them. I decided it was time to come out of the
closet so that nobody could ever do that to us again. I told my friends
(those that didn't already know), my employer and coworkers, my parents.
Most accepted me for who I am, some even wanted to meet Heather. The
rest were either neutral or just didn't inquire further. No negative
reactions though and I didn't lose any friends over it. I didn't lose my
job either. My boss just asked that I not crossdress to work during
business hours for fear of what clients might think. He did want to meet
Heather though. My collection of shoes rivaled my wife's.

6 months ago I went and had my nails done for the first time. I went
with gels because they could be worn natural. I have gotten some
compliments on how good my nails look by people who didn't know about
Heather. This was my inroad to introduce them. All were women, and all
thought it was neat when I showed them pictures. The most recent one was
just last week.

I'm still gainfully employed and am far happier than I ever was in the
past. I am finally free to be me. I have the most wonderful wife and
daughter and all of my friends and family know all about me. I am
hopeful that I can start a support group sometime soon once I get a few
kinks worked out. What could be better? I love my life!