So we are now in mid 1995 and a big day was approaching, i was not dressing now for a few months but I still picked up the occasional girl, The night before I got married

I was staying with family and whilst my wife to be went

to spend a few days at her parents I was staying until

the afternoon before. So whilst she met friends and

talked about the future I got into my car and drove

to look for a girl to have some time with.

I came across a mid height brunette, she was lovely,

great body and a nice short skirt with a hint of

stocking on show. I slowed down and looked at her

and she knew I was going to come back so got ready

to jump in. I turned around and she got in and told

me to drive to a quiet street not to far away. I pulled

up and we agreed an amount for a BJ. She was good,

some girls just take the money and do the minimum but

this girl was different, she took her time and ensured

I enjoyed it. As always I used protection and it was not long before the groan of pleasure was released and I was dropping her off and on the way home.

So, the wedding went well as did the honeymoon and on our return we lived our lives but as hard as i tried i could not give up seeing prostitutes every few months and about 18 months later the urge to dress was intolerable and i soon found my self driving around the same charity shops as before and buying new underwear.

so we are now in mid 1996 and this is when I started to dress and have not really stopped but progressed from what I would say is a panty wearer to a fully fledged T-Girl.

I used to wear my undies anytime I could and sometimes when I should not have, i would wear them to the shops etc. and a few times a suspender clip came undone and the stocking slid down my leg to my shoe and id make a quick escape to the gents.

Eventually the thoughts of the local gay cruising are, or cottage as I now know it as was on my mind and in spring 1997 I acted on it.

I put on my undies drove to the cottage and went in. I t did not take long for an older guy to come in and move me to a cubicle where he grabbed my cock and wanked it hard and fast and it was only minutes before I relieved myself all over his hand and he was very quick in licking it off his fingers.

That was it I guess, I was now officially Bi-sexual!! Nothing died, no one got hurt, the world did not stop turning. Everything was the same.

I went home and greeted my wife as if nothing had happened.

I would return a week or so later and this time I joined a guy in his car and we wanked each other off. Although i was not doing any clean up lol.

over the next year or so I would visit that place more often and occasionally pick up a girl but nothing significantly happened until 2005. That is when I went from panty wearer to panty and clothing wearer.

It was the spring of 2005 and i had to go to another part of the uk to work for two days a week in, this meant i was away two nights a week for about 6 months and I was now aware of dogging and all the delights it had to offer.

The pic opposite and below were the first one of me dressed fully but without make up.

over the next year i was buying miniskirts, boots, stockings and eventually make up and even a wig.

Rachel was born and over the next ten years she would blossom from wallflower to extrovert and all points in between.

I guess this is wear the story really starts if i am honest, but you my friends, will have to wait until i start that part of the journey..........


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