Hi, I'm Sharon, well I am when I'm dressed!

Before we go any further, yes I have a beard and no, I'm not shaving it off! I am not a woman I am just a man who loves dressing in ladies clothes! Now that's out of the way let's continue!

I started crossdressing very early when I tried a pair of my Mam's tights on at about 10 years old. The feeling was great and I went on to explore more underwear. This continued until about 1984 when I met my future wife and swore to myself I wouldn't do it again! That was fairly easy as I didn't have any female clothing of my own, or so I thought.

The problem (Not a problem) was that she used to wear stockings and I had never got the chance of wearing any but loved seeing women in them. Pretty soon I was waiting for her to leave the house so I could dress up. This was accentuated by me being made redundant and her still working full time! Heaven!

That marriage eventually went to the dogs, nothing to do with my crossdressing, so I was on my own in a flat. I was working again so I had money to buy a few things, you know, panties, stockings, suspenders etc. A couple of years later I met my current wife and again swore to myself that my female side was gone! In the bin went all of the lingerie!

Fast forward a few years and the feelings of wanting to dress started to resurface so I started buying stuff online. My wife likes to holiday and always goes away with her bezzy mate at least once a year leaving me alone for a week or two. I used to plan for this by ordering clothes that I knew wouldn't arrive until she was away. By now I was ordering dresses, skirts, tops and shoes (the higher heel the better) and stashing them in a holdall in the loft when she came back.

Then the guilt surfaced so I purged, got rid of it all! Then the desire resurfaced so started buying more! Then the guilt .......... this happened loads of times over the next few years, if I had all of that stuff back I would need another wardrobe ( a fuckin big one)!

About a year ago I suddenly decided to stop fighting it and come clean to my wife. I was scared shitless!

I sat down with her one night and just blurted it out then waited for all hell to erupt! When I peaked out from behind my fingers she was smiling and said: "Is that all? I knew there was something bothering you and if that is what it is, then I seriously don't have a problem with it!"

I now sit with her some nights fully dressed as Sharon and she is absolutely fine with it, so fine that one night I came down with a pair of seamed stockings on and she said: "What the Fuck, your seams are twisted, come here!" She then proceeded to lift my dress, unfasten my suspenders, straighten the seams then reattach and smooth my dress back down! I love her to bits and wish I had come out earlier!

Aaaaand breathe!

Sharon (Shaz) XX