I was born male, but both physically and emotionally I was more female. I went out of my way to - just barely - avoid being regarded as a sissy by my peers growing up. But after I hit puberty I never really developed the physical characteristics associated with manliness. By age 18 I had reached my full height of 5',6", and was small boned and delicately built. My jaw, for example, remained small and heart shaped, and I developed breasts. I first experimented with cross dressing at that time. Then, the worst thing I could imagine was being a "queer." I masturbated constantly, but assured myself that I must be straight because I was so turned on by the gorgeous naked women in the magazines I used as visual aids. Of course now I realize that I was actually Identifying with these women.
One afternoon, when I was 18 and my mom was at work, I wandered into her room and began rummaging through her dresser - her underwear drawer in particular. She had an array of lacy and string bikini panties. Impulsively - I was naked and was beating off - I put on a pair of black string panties. Almost without thinking, like I was being guided by an invisible hand, I applied some of her red lipstick to my pouty lips, and looked in the mirror. I was shocked; instead of seeing the plain little boy I was used to seeing, there was a sexy looking woman! A thrill ran through my entire body as I slipped into a pair of her high heeled pumps, and I walked to the full length mirror to view myself. I ran my fingers through my thick blonde hair, teasing it up, and what I saw made me shoot a load all over the mirror.
From that day on I was hooked. I would wear her lacy silky underwear, shoes and lipstick all the time she was at work, and jerk off several times. And I never had a learning curve walking in heels; I was a natural, and never stumbled or had my ankles turn in. Thing is, the minute I'd shoot my load, I'd be disgusted with myself, and make excuses why I had done what I had done.
During high school I never had a girlfriend. I was extremely shy around girls, none of whom ever really showed an interest in me anyway, due to my plain boyish appearance. I met my wife online through an Asian dating site. Her name was Emi and she was really gorgeous, a real girlie-girl. I knew I could never get a wife like that in America, but girls from the Philippines wanted to come to the U.S. and would pretty much marry anyone to do it. After a year I was able to bring Emi to the U.S. and we were married.