Crossdressing

The person I see in the mirror is not me.  It hurts that I’ve lived with this stranger for so long.  The face that looks back at me is that of a normal man, but I know I am perverted and I hide my secret in the closet.  I knew that liked dressing up in women’s clothes the day that I walked into my sister’s bedroom and saw her frilly dress hanging up in her closet and I had to try it on.  I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to feel it on my skin, so I took off all of my boy clothes and put her dress on.  I was so frightened that somebody would catch me, but I got away with my deviant behavior and I put her dress back in her closet.  I never had another incident, till after I was married.

My wife and…