Biography

Where to start...Where to start. Since you are here, I'm guessing that you want to know a little bit about me? I am husband and a father. I have a beautiful wife and son. I also am a Crossdresser. Does this surprise you? It shouldn't.

If you have been wandering the web, you should have seen by now that there are quite a few of us out there. Some of us are single, others married, and others are widowed. I for one, am married.

My story begins about where every crossdresser's story begins, childhood. I first noticed that I liked women's clothing when I was about 4 yrs old. My mother had passed away, and I was being raised by my father. My father was good to me, but he was always at work or traveling on business trips. Subsequently I spent much time at my aunt's house.

One day, I remember this through a haze... Remember I was only four at the time..., my friend and I went to my Aunt's neighbor's house. I remember playing dress-up, except that I was in the dress, hose, heels and a large hat. I remember looking down at my body and, even at four years old, I realized that this was wonderful.

My father soon remarried, and my step-mother and I got along extremely well. Since she could never have children of her own, she adopted me like I was her own flesh and blood. It was wonderful to have a mother, and my dress-up episode was soon forgotten.

As the years passed, I found that I began to become more and more interested in women's clothing, specifically Hose. Funny, it seems to me that hose makes a women's legs absolutely delicious. I found some girly magazines, but I didn't think that naked women were very appealing. I found that women in leotards and tights were more interesting.

One could say that I began to have a fetishistic attraction to hose as I began to go through puberty. I managed to pilfer pantyhose from my mother's dresser. Putting on hose was a very erotic thing for me at the time. Then, as I got older, and was able to make purchases with my own money, I began a period of buying tights at a local department store. Talk about nervous, I would always act as if I was getting something for my sister or girlfriend. At the time tights came is some of the most wonderful colors, who could not like having Fuschsia tights. I went through a period of binging and purging. I guess this is something that all crossdressers do. I finaly managed to purge my wardrobe of hose just before I moved out.

Now I was on my own. One would think that this would be a wonderful opportunity to rebuild a wardrobe, but I wasn't really on my own, I just got married. So now your thinking...Let's jump from the frying pan into the fire. Well, I did jump into the fire. Since I committed one of the Cardinal Sins of crossdressing, I didn't tell my fiancé that I found her clothing attractive, I waited until she was my wife.

Let me digress for a moment and give you some background on my wife. She is from Poland, and as such is a bit more liberal than your typical American. So when I told her about my attractions to her hose, she took it in stride. I guess there are worse secrets in the world. Needless to say, she and I talked through the night, and she came to grips with this much better than I would have hoped.

My crossdressing, at that time was limited more to the hose, but my wife and I together began to explore this side of me. She was the one that first suggested that I try some other garments. So began a process of self-discovery. Here what my meandering path looked like:

	First I found that hose felt good, but looked very strange on my hairy legs...so I shaved them. While I was at it, I shaved my underarms. That was interesting, since I'm very ticklish there.
	Next I found that a skirt looked good with the hose, but male briefs just won't cut it...so I got some panties.
	Then I got a blouse. Well a blouse doesn't really work unless you have a bra. Hmmmm... what is my size? Here my wife came to the rescue. She was able to determine that my chest size is a 38 and explained to me that the cup size didn't matter as much. I could always change that because I would have to stuff the bra anyways.
	Now let's see what we've got... Hmm something missing, I know, I need longer hair. Now I went out and purchased a wig. The first one was a disaster. Ever purchase something without any idea what your looking for? Since I was still deep in the closet, my only option was to purchase a wig from catalog. Never do that unless you really know what it is you are purchasing.
	Now let's try some of this makeup my wife uses. Well, I'm going to need practice.

Looking in the mirror I won't say I saw a beautiful woman looking back at me. It was still me, but somehow a little different. The clothes fit well, the heels take some getting used to, but overall not bad. I'm no looker, but with some more practice and work, I think I might even be able to pass.

Now you know a little bit about me. As I said, this is an ongoing saga. The journey is by no means finished. I'm still getting used to seeing myself dressed as Monika, but as time goes on, I'll get more used to it. I don't think I could ever go back. I may not take it much further, but I can't give it up.

Monika