Scared To Death

Whatever courage - or foolishness- I exhibited earlier venturing out soon disappeared. When I moved out of state for a job and was finally living on my own, I was afraid to keep any women’s clothes in my apartment. Someone might find them! Foolish, right? Fate soon intervened. There was a fire in my building (no one was hurt), but the fire chief (who I knew) entered all the apartments on my floor checking for smoke damage. My fear, it seemed, was actually justified, although I suppose I could have tossed them in a closet. In any event, I never told my girlfriend or my eventual wife that I cross-dressed. Before I got married, I tossed what few clothes I had into the trash, thinking I would no longer want to cross-dress once I was in a full-time relationship having sex. As it turns out, I still did. Decades later, I still very much like to dress to express the feminine side of my inner being.