At the age of ten, I discovered I wanted to be feminine, and used to dress in my mother’s clothes. However, at the age of ten, you are not very good at covering your tracks; so of course, I was caught out by my ex-miner, ex-boxer-for-the-RAF father… Oops… He didn’t like seeing me in my mother’s underwear so he taught me how to box, and basically do what Welsh chauvinistic men do. So, I did what I was expected to do as a boy, by growing up to be… a supposed Man.
At 18 I got into fights at clubs and football matches to try and prove my masculinity. I also started dating girls, and eventually, I met my darling wife Julie, who I still very love dearly. I am now ashamed to say that I used to go to Dominatrix’s and Makeover services behind my Wife’s back for thirty or so years, but in the end, I had to come clean and confess to her three years ago. Amazingly at first, she took this quite well and allowed me to dress up once or twice a week. She also agreed that it was the happiest she had ever seen me. My Son and Daughter were accepting - in fact, my Daughter wanted to go shopping with me and meet some of the fantastic friends who had been there for me in very difficult times.