Differences, neither good nor bad part 1

Hello all you cross dressers and admirers. I posted my first blog and got a decent response to it, so I figure that if things wander across my consciousness, maybe that’s something to share? We all tend to herd our thoughts and emotions into a man cave of sorts. Afterall most of are or were men before. I’d often say that when I am Deñi I’m different. I dress like a woman, act like a woman, try to speak like a woman, think like one and would like to be treated as one. Well, my female self doesn’t keep her thoughts bottled up. She needs friends to discuss things with. She likes knowing that others have the same difficulties and is more than happy to hear that other men / woman experience the same joys and fears. We are not alone, even if the bed is unoccupied beside you at night.

I’m no statistician but I’d bet a good 80% of the readers are closeted dressers. We range from watching shemale porn and masturbation, to stealing clothes and sniffing, to stashing a few things to wear when you get that business trip alone, to being the full-blown CD addicted. I’m in that realm. Went through each and every stage of it. Five years ago, Deñi was officially born. It took about two and half years to get comfortable dressing in public. Those two and half years were spent making trips to Baltimore from my home near the ocean. It’s about a three-hour drive and I would leave home early, change into whatever I was wearing for the day and driving to an Adult Book Store for a three-hour session and then drive home. All closeted. I never made stops because after all I pretty much saw myself as a “man in panties”. I loved driving while dressed, however. Most of you the feeling of passing a big rig truck and knowing that the man in the drivers’ seat is staring at your legs. This is where I’ll end this portion for now... I’m sure I’ll continue writing and posting tomorrow.