I'm taking a new stab at this. Previous attempts were far too explicit and potentially non-anonymous. What can I say? I was in the grip of my delusions. Looking back, it was little more than an exercise in exhibitionism.
While I stopped posting out of sheer embarrassment, I haven't stopped dressing up like a girl and frolicking about like a randy tart. I've also developed some ideas for content offline, which I am glad to start sharing. I have multiple streams of thought to dip into. Perhaps someone will even read it.
Updates will be irregular and infrequent. There will be no photos.
Secretly living in my wife's closet: the musings of a closet transvestite. Adult content.
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This is Becoming a Habit
I'm on another business trip, and as is becoming usual, I bought myself some nail polish and makeup. I bought a cheap makeup box on Ama...
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I couldn't help but laugh when they explained why they expected me to put on the panties and bra they laid out in front of me. "Do...
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To be tricked... There's something to be said about the idea of being tricked into wearing something feminine, and immediately becoming ...
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For quite some time now, I've not been getting any exercise. I used to go jogging pretty regularly, and I had a routine of push-ups, cru...