THE TRANSFORMATION OF JO ANNE
I started my dressing about the age of 3. It's either 3 or age 8 that seems
to be the entry dates for crossdressers. My mother obtained a red plaid dress
from a friend of hers. I admired the dress while visiting with my Mother. A few days
later she dressed me up and I played outide en femme until Daddy came home.
He went ballistic, In 1951 no one knew what ballistic was, but he was there.

My next excursion, a cousin visited who was older but wore wonderful petticoats.
Wonder what my fettish is ? She almost caught me in her petticoats,
but I didn't get them back in the place where she left them.
She looked at me funny, but I just moved on to other things.

I noticed when I began to discover my sexual self, I loved wearing my mothers girdles,
slips, nightgowns, and panties. So smoothe! I missed being caught several times.
I think my dad was more concerned with my masturbation, than my dressing.
After all I was destined to be a Major League Pitcher. Right !!!
But, I am left-handed, I had to be. Right!!!

I am the youngest of three sons, my mother is the youngest of 3 sisters.
She was a Tom Boy, and a fair athlete in her day. I was her last hope for a daughter,
a kindler, gentler sort of boy, but not always. I could be a jackass. I felt akward enough,
a bedwetter, shy, and I loved wearing girls clothes. I was just as happy playing with dolls with
the girls next door or playing baseball or football with the guys.

Puberty hit me hard, I looked like a pepperoni pizza, was chubby, and still bed wetting,
an irregular bladder, which was "cured" when I started drinking beer a lot. Being a chubby Huck Finn
was not a prized position. I was smart, although, not the smartest in my class. Just far enough down the list,
to go unnoticed.

I've never been much of a lady's man.
I hoping to become a better lady. I'm not a chaser.
Most women feel comfortable around me when they take the time to know me.
I'm usually quiet and a good listener.
My parents are older , loving people 35 and 38 years older than me , almost like grandparents,
two generations difference. They were always affectionate and devoted to one another,
although my Dad had his temper, it was more smoke than fire, but he's the one person I would
want on my side in a street fight. He grew up on the Streets, his father died when he was 7.
An only child, who fought his way to and from school each day or so the story goes.
The stories got better over the years.
He died some time ago, after several strokes.
My mother is an accomplished artist, she's a southern lady, with a tomboy's wit.
Quite a competitor. She'll probably out
live her three sons, she's 87 and going strong, that makes me 52.

Like most of us CDs we were confused about why we like to dress, perversion, homosexuaity,
no how about a sense of style that's out of the Mid-Victorian norms. We hide , we purge,
we don't'dare let our friends know what we're about. Self imposed distrust to our spouses.

Most Bios I read, most of us stop during college and the early married years,
we think that it has passed and we ok and married, straight, no reason to visit that closet again.
Then the urges come back. I discovered men can wear nylon underwear in men's style, felt good. I bought
and purged before I was married. Happily married for 10 years, I didn't visit the closet, two daughters,
one adopted and the younger of my loins, let's don't even go there.