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Life On The Exponential
Those feelings continued through my teens and into my twenties, but without much change in my occasional experimentation with trying on women's clothing. I remember being about 20 when I dared to wear female undergarments under my male clothing while walking outside the house for short periods. That seemed like such a rush at the time, but such a baby step today.
It took another 8 years before I first purchased a feminine garment for my own use. That's when I dared to place a mail order for a skirt and a girdle. But I could only wear them when my wife was not at home. The rest of the time they remained hidden in the attic, the garage, or somewhere else my wife would be very unlikely to venture.
After we were married for about a year I did tell my wife about my interest in cross dressing. I found by that time I was trying on her clothes much like I had my mother's and my sister's clothes. I was confused about why I felt the need to experience cross dressing. I wanted to talk to her about it. But she was less than pleased with this revelation, so I became determined to push cross dressing to the back of my life, if not totally out of my life.
My slow progression in cross dressing continued, mostly in the closet. By the time I was 30, I borrowed and bought enough clothes to dress completely and venture out of the house. But of course, not too boldly. My adventure of going outside was to drive around in the car at night. Once I got brave enough to park the car and get out, only to get back in within a minute.
