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.
It was Emi who cherried me. She on the other hand had led a very active sex life from the time she was young. She was surprised that I was nervous and actually reluctant to have sex with her, and gave me a really strange look. She began talking about living as brother and sister. But after our first fuck, all that went away. Soon we were fucking all the time. I was 23, and she was 20. But my problem was, every time we fucked, I was fantasizing about being a woman in bed with a man!
Within a few months my true nature began to leak out and Emilynne began questioning me about my sexuality. At first I feigned outrage, but when we were in bed, having sex, I grew weak, and began confessing bit by bit, some of my fantasies. Emi was supportive and didn't judge me, but she began dressing in revealing clothing and openly flirting with guys when we went out. At first I was angry, but then began urging her to be sexy and tell me about the things guys said to her. If she mentioned a particular guy, I'd probe her about what it was she liked about him - that sort of stuff. When I got laid off from my job, Emi expressed interest in getting a job. She had been a dancer in the Philippines, and one day, when I was looking through the Help Wanted section, I saw a club that was hiring "waitresses." I began getting hard, thinking about Emi doing that. I showed her the ad and she called them. They told her that it was a bikini bar and to be sure and wear high heels to the "audition," as they put it.