Today, the transvestite formerly known as Valerie will henceforth write under the alias: Virginia (Gina) King.









Hello!

My name is Gina and I am a transvestite...





Transvestite is a word often misused and misinterpreted.

A transvestite, by definition, is simply someone (typically a male) who wears clothes typically associated with the opposite gender for pleasure. This term, for practical purposes, is synonymous with crossdresser. These words are most appropriate for describing a person (particularly a man) who presents en femme for recreational or sexual purposes but are otherwise comfortable with being a male in their normal day to day routines. For this reason, and perhaps others, you might begin to see how offensive it is to mislabel a transgender woman as a transvestite.





There is a lot of grey area, however. Things aren't so black and white, and I'm not here to dissect all the nuances on language and culture with the trans community. But it is important that we are on the same page with some general definitions as it relates to the contents and purpose of this blog.





I am apart of a hidden community of crossdressers. If you're reading this, then you are likely apart of this community as well. Maybe you're a crossdresser yourself, or maybe someone close to you has revealed their secret passion to transform into a woman and you're searching the internet to gain some reference and perspective.





I've been a lifelong crossdresser.

I'm not exactly sure when I was first struck with the urge to want to wear pretty pajamas or a princess dress, but it's been there for as long as I can remember. At the same time, I've always enjoyed "boy" stuff too.

I've always liked playing sports

I've always liked girls,

I've always wanted to be a father and a husband

I used to like to dress up to my public elementary school in sharp suits

etc.. But simultaneously, I've always secretly wanted to play dress up, wear cute skirts and wigs and makeup and look pretty. It's exciting, it makes me happy, and it just is what it is. I don't know why. Sometimes I feel like I have super powers, as silly as that may sound.

I was 7 or 8 when I was first caught crossdressing by my mother. I grew up with my mother and 3 older siblings. My sister was closest in age to me and was the only known gateway to some cute clothes to try on... Up until that point, I don't think that I ever had a real chance to crossdress but I remember clearly the feeling that I had to seize that golden opportunity when it presented itself.

I went to use the toilet in my mother's master bathroom. My mom was in some other part of the house at the time. Hung to dry on the shower rack were an assortment of clothes that belonged to her and my sister. Some cute shirts and a couple bottoms... I locked the door and had a field day! I remember looking at myself in the mirror and dancing as I tried on each article of clothing. After a little while, my mother knocked on the door. "Michael, are you in there?" she called.

"Yes, I'm pooping," I called back. That bought me some time... but only so much. I didn't want the fun to end. Soon I realized that I had pulled nearly everything off of their hangers from the shower rack and I couldn't reach to put them back. My mother came back and knocked a couple more times before I finally came out. I piled the clothes over my arm and I'm not quite sure if I really thought I could pull this off, but I went up to her and said, "Hey mom, these clothes kind of fell of the hangers and I couldn't reach them to put them back." I said it with a straight face too (lol).

She didn't miss a beat. "You were trying those close on, weren't you?" she said, in sort of a matter of fact kind of way. I confessed and then we had a talk. She asked me why I wanted to wear those clothes. I remember my answer, or at least the general sentiment, very well. "Girl clothes are just more interesting sometimes," I said. "Whenever we go to the store, you and Sarah spend so much time looking at all the options that take up most of the store and me and Brandon just go to the corner of the store where the boys section is... It's just not as fun." None of this seemed like a big deal to me, but my mother made it clear that this behavior wasn't acceptable. She gave me a bit of a lecture then held my hands to pray with me.

I kept that in my head for a few years until I was about twelve... and the urges came back with full force.

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Today, much has changed, yet much has stayed the same. I still love crossdressing, and most people who know me in real life know that. In fact, for about a couple years, I was very open and vocal about it. I was obsessed with finding others on the internet and in real life who are like me with some success and many failures. I've gained and lost relationships. I've questioned my identity, my gender, and my sexuality at times, but it has come full circle. For the last year I took a break altogether... I got rid of all my clothes and reclaimed an image of heteronormative behavior. But I can't deny who I am. I've secretly picked my habit back up... There is a lot to unpack here, but little by little, I will fill in the holes and hopefully bridge the gaps between myself and other people like me.











