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Hey all. So, thank you for letting me take some time away. These last few days, I've been trying to remember why I fell in love with writing tg content. (Struggling with confidence and motivation and what not) then I remembered this from my past. This actually happened to me. Alive, my friend, really did call me Barbie for 2 years of college. I never felt she was being nasty to me as our friendship didn’t change at all, but now I think about it. Maybe that was her way of trying to get myself to admit the truth....Saying I'd look better in a dress (I really said that) Memories.... huh? Id love to hear any stories like this from your lives. Hit me up in the discord of leave comments here Thanks again all xxxx Hopefully new, fun content coming soon

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Adam Penman

back in the late Late 90s my sister had placed the new dress she bought in my closet saying she " needed the room".. funny thing was it was almost perfectly my size. a cute spaghetti strap sky blue dress with yellow flowers on it and it cam to just above my knees. I never wore it in front of her buy I would put that dress on every night in my room for about a yer before my sister left for university . I never saw her wearing that dress though.

Bo Ea

An important reason why my spouse proposed to me was that she found that I had a feminine take on life and that I was hiding my real feelings. She told me that when I came out to her after 16 years of marriage.

Rod

Not sure if this relates as I've only recently been drawn to wearing feminine clothing (at age 66!), but the other day I wore a pant suit...matching top and slacks...when I went to the grocery store (only the 2nd time wearing feminine attire in public). As I was picking up some water bottles, a 50ish woman smiled at me and said I looked nice. I am 6'3" and, while not a bad looking guy, I'm not in any way feminine looking. I proceeded to shop for groceries and when I got to the checkout line I looked over to another line and the woman was again looking at me and smiling. I went out to the car to load my stuff to head home, and the woman walked up to me and said "I don't speak good english" and showed me a message she had typed into her phone in spanish translated to "you are a beautiful person", and she gave me a hug. I'll tell you, that made my day, my week, my month, etc.!