By Trish White
Editorial note: Trish originally wrote this story for CDH (where I am persona non grata for speaking true) and she wished to share it with all of you, so any references are to the CDH page and nothing else here.
My post is directed to the ‘the mature Crossdresser’. In one of the sites I joined I read a lot of the posts, comments, and bios of a lot of the girls on this particular site and there was one unifying theme coming from mature CD’s. That theme was, in almost all cases, the increasingly strong desire to dress and dress often. And that is what I am finding in my own journey as I tip toe into my 70’s. I honestly don’t know the reason for sure. In my case is it trying to make up for the years Trish was denied? Or maybe it’s coming to terms with the fact that our own mortality is getting closer and we better get in as much femme time as possible? Or our drop in testosterone levels and increase in estrogen? Or a combination of all of these?
When I was in my late teens I started dressing as Trish and going out on a fairly regular basis. My job had me going to Vancouver twice a month. On those occasions I would travel to Vancouver dressed as Trish. Then undress and change clothes at a rest stop. Then off to the site, take care of business, redress as Trish and drive back home. On the occasions I had overnighters, which were my favourites, I would dress as Trish in the hotel and then go out shopping, site seeing and later a drink or two at a bar. I was lucky that I passed easily as a girl and never had any issues. This went on into my mid 40’s.
Then when our two boys started participating in competitive sports it severely curtailed my ability to dress for over 15 years. There was hockey in the winter and Lacrosse in the summer so my feminine indulgences were reduced to occasionally shaving my legs and wearing feminine undergarments. Additionally, my prolonged hiatus from dressing was accompanied with a lot weight gain. Which meant none of my gorgeous wardrobe would fit anymore. Since nothing fit it was all given to charity. The one and only purge in my life. Since that time our boys have grown and I lost 68 lbs. and worked hard at getting back into Trish shape. Then I rebuilt my wardrobe which put my old purged one to shame.
At this stage in my life I even considered trying female hormones, something I never would have considered in my younger days. I wasn’t thinking of transitioning as much as with aging, I wanted softer skin, less hair growth and a more girlish figure. Ultimately I decided against it because of the increased risk of stroke or heart failure, both of which increase with age. Another thing I found in what I read in the various posts was our reluctance to go out in public as our female selves fades considerably as we get older. We no longer care about what people may or may not think. We’re more concerned about doing what make us happy and whole.
So my question is, have any of the girls out there experienced any of this, has the desire to dress increased with age and if so why? Or has the desire to dress remain unchanged by ‘maturity’. Let me know girls, I am very curious about your feelings and look forward to your comments.
Love you all, be safe and take care,