As a pre-pubescent my mother's clothes and her feminine sprinkle helped me find my way onto my lifelong path as a transvestite.
A seemingly innocent affair with a male schoolmate in junior high confirmed to my satisfaction that I am a girl inside and that I enjoy being subservient to a male. It took somewhat longer, but I eventually came to terms with my lesbianism and with my desired compliant role there as well.
Marriage and children didn't "cure" my cross-dressing as I had hoped or expected or something. On the contrary they added the element of secrecy and clarified for me that I was a real girl - a real transsexual. My wife allowed me to dress around her for a while, but that became less and less comfortable for her and I gave up the practice.
Over the years a few days here or a short trip there have provided opportunities to dress and be a real girl. I started with a couple of girls, but I have moved to dominant men. I regularly pierce my nipples and I allowed one guy to brand me. I like to be restrained and humiliated in public.
Recently things seem to have changed for my wife. I fantasize she might cuckold me and let me serve her as a slave. For her birthday, among other gifts, I gave her a CB3000 cock restraint. She was very business-like as she installed it and told me we would discuss it again in a couple of months. Since then, I service her pussy and await her pleasure. | 
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