For me it’s all about the feel – light and loose and sexy. I like the way they look. I’m male, and feel no pull to become or act female in any other way. That may be down the road, who knows? Hm — come to think of it, my next purchase may be a bra for men …. that’s an appealing idea. Ever onward, ever upward!

I did have a nasty experience, which I’ve posted elsewhere on this blog, when a nurse at a hospital refused to treat me and called me a “freak” when she discovered I was wearing feminine undies. That wasn’t nice.

Bra, knickers and opaque tights are followed by a short cotton dress or nightdress to wear as a blouse, and then women’s trousers. The trousers have no pockets, and a side zip. My only male clothes would be my shoes, a sweater with a high neck, to conceal my feminine dress, and a thick winter coat to conceal my bra straps and the flat front of my trousers, without a fly zip.

At any moment during my holiday (on a train, in a restaurant, …) an observant person could spot my nylon-clad ankles and realise that I am wearing women’s tights. I have to concentrate on keeping my feet under my chair and to not show too much ankle.

On one occasion I inadvertently allowed my coat to become undone while I was on a train and the female ticket inspector’s surprised expression suggested she had spotted I was wearing female trousers. However, she didn’t say anything.

Having breakfast in a hotel dining room is an interesting challenge when cross-dressed in this way, so I have taken to staying in “appartment hotels” where you can do your own cooking. However even there you have to slip your coat on and look like you’re about to go out, if the cleaner wants to do the room.

Knickers, tights and side-zip trousers do of course completely remove the “convenience” of being a man, as does the total absence of pockets in my female clothes for keys, cash and wallet. Add to that the sensation of being tightly strapped into a bra all day.

In the past year I have developed leg vein problems and now need to wear support hosiery (this is a true story). Men’s support stockings, with a sticky hold-up band at the top, are rather coarse on the flesh, and are more comfortable if worn OVER sheer women’s tights. (I wear nice floral cotton knickers underneath my tights). After a short time, the stockings no longer held themselves up, so I had to buy a suspender belt for them. Of course, I chose a delicate feminine suspender belt with a bow on the front, sequins and lots of lace trimming. I then fasten this tightly OVER my tights and knickers.

I then tuck my short dress into my trousers and do up the button and zip on the side. My virility is thus inaccesible under three layers of feminine fabric. I have of course to unfasten and refasten my suspender belt several times a day … …

Fastening a suspender belt behind your back is not to be recommended when you are in a hurry to catch a train or bus!

I have visited at least half a dozen different places in Europe in my state of concealed feminised bondage. Very few shop assistants or hotel staff could have dreamed that they were talking to a man clad in women’s lingerie. I would be glad to hear from others who have had similar adventures.

Something in my chemistry is triggered when I wear womens cloths. A different high than when dressed in my tux or a bathing suit at the beach. I belive that cloths have the power to alter us. Like when we were children and put on the cape of a super hero or baseball uniform that transformed us into Booby Mercer or Carlton Fisk. All I know is that in all these years. I have never worn a dress or skirt. I admire any man that can in this society. I would find it very difficult. Than I wonder if it was socially acceptable for men to wear skirts other than Holloween or in Dunedin would I. The answer would be yes but the feeling would not be the same.

I appriciate eveyones thoughts that I have read here. I am grateful for the opportunity to express mine
Philip

Steph