As with most cross dressers my first experience was
early, in third grade to be exact, when I found a discarded girdle in the attic. Whether
it was a compulsion, destiny, or just a fling; I tried it on and loved the feel of the
nylon and spandex against my little body. Several times in childhood I would raid my
Mothers dresser and try on those lovely girdles. Fortunately my Mother was slim and
the girdles were tight and smooth against my body.
This ritual continued until I found my own discarded
girdle at a friends house. I wore this one out over the next few years as a teenager
who found quick thrills while wearing it. Fortunately no one found my special hiding place
in the trap door of the closet where one accesses the next door bathrooms plumbing.
Just think of the horror if the plumbing ever needed fixing. I was a jock at school with a
great girlfriend and could never have faced the humiliation of a girdle discovery.
By all outside appearances I was a typical,
heterosexual, well-adjusted, young man. I just had a special, occasional, pleasurable, but
weird, hobby. High school and college passed and the girdle sessions dwindled. Marriage,
children and community involvement also did not allow many opportunities. Then in my
40s, either due to an internal signal, decreasing testosterone, or just the fact of
greater opportunities due to travel and grown children, Barbie came to fruition.
First it was the girdle sessions again, then
the girdle and hose sessions, then the girdle hose and bra sessions, etc. Then in quick
succession came combinations with wig, make up and jewelry. Each session was more exciting
than the last and as the total feminine image developed it became more enjoyable and
I practiced with the make up, the different sizes of breast
forms, hose colors, waist clinchers, wigs, hip pads and jewelry over a year until I found
the best image. Barbie is that special image.
In retrospect, Im doing this for me. The Barbie image
is the sexy, feminine image I desire and wish to drawl pleasure from a vicarious
situation. It is my second greatest pleasure in life my family is number one.
I foud I no longer needed the physical release at the end
of each session the image of becoming Barbie was now sufficient to attain my
satisfaction. Barbie and I are great friends we know each others desires
better than anyone else. I would not jeopardize her with anyone nor would I let her
jeopardize me. Barbie is a part of me that will last a long while and she is my secret