I'm a heterosexual man who has been dressing in women's clothes since about the age of 10. I'm married and I know I'm VERY lucky that my wife supports my dressing.
I first tried on a pair of my sister's panties when I was about ten years old. I soon started to go though my mother's things as well trying on bras, panties, pantyhose, tights and leotards.
I "borrowed" my sister's and mother's clothing as long as a lived at home. I was never confronted by them, but at least 2 or 3 times my "stash" of girl things would disappear from its hiding place in my room. I suspect my mother found them but didn't want to confront me about it.
I really didn't dress that much in college which surprises me now looking back. How did I go for long periods without any dressing? By my senior year I had a single room and some panties, bras and tights hidden for my enjoyment.
Once I was out on my own working I realized that I could buy women's clothes and hardly ever get any reaction from salesclerks. It was great to have not only lingerie but a couple of skirts, dresses and heels!
Every year or two I would have a feeling of guilt about my cross dressing and would resolve to quit cold turkey. I would pack up all of my lingerie and women's clothes and would drop them off at a Salvation Army drop box. I would then go a few months before I would find myself buying a pair of panties or pantyhose and I'd be back in the cycle again. What a waste! It makes me cry when I think of all the nice clothes I threw out! Now I know my dressing is part of me and I've accepted it! Please, save those clothes!
I was married to my wife for a couple of years before I told her. She has a hard time understanding why I waited so long to tell her. All I could say was when you've been hiding something so secret for so long it's very hard to open up to anyone.
Finally, I started putting on her panties being "playful" in bed. She asked me if I liked wearing women's underwear and I said yes. She wasn't mad at the dressing at all - only that I had waited so long to tell her. She was surprised at how nice my stuff was...and then she started looking through it for things she could wear!
Now she "borrows" my underwear and tops. We wear the same size panty and bra even though I am a lot taller. We don't wear the same dress or shoe size.
Every once in a while we go shopping together. I often tell her I found something that would look great on "her" or "Debi" and she'll buy it for me.
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