Hello from Kent UK
Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2023 5:23 pm
Hello everyone,
I started wearing skirts and dresses at a very young age, around 5yr old although not through choice! My nan used to make skirts and dresses and being the only child at the time it fell with me to 'help nanny' and be a live doll. Although it was made clear they wasn't for me I wanted to stay in them longer than I was needed too. I used to sneak upstairs whenever I could and get skirted. I just loved the feel of the material, the freedom and knowing I was doing something I shouldn't have been but not excessively naughty. I got found out quite a few times and would just see my nan looking through the lower part of the door with a cracking smile! Great times! She did make me return to boy mode though.
That continued until I was around 10ish then it fizzled out till I was about 15. Coming home after school to an empty house for a few hours I found myself wanting the excitement of a skirt again and my mums wardrobe was plentiful. I used to try and get them back in the same spot so as not be found out. Unless I could ask her I doubt I'll know if she knew.
Fast forward a few years and I was back at it again, this time with my wife's (at the time) skirts and dresses although she was smaller than me and most of her stuff didn't fit unfortunately. I don't think she ever knew even with some very slight funny comments from myself about spicing things up at home now and then. I did get to wear her babydoll a few times during bedtime, that was fun!
Fast forward a few years again (early 40's) and I'm now all alone, left to my own thoughts of how fun it would be to 'be myself'. Enter the wonders of online purchasing I've now been wearing skirts virtually every time I'm home, mainly a cotton maxi boho and a 50's style midi A-line. I'm hooked once again.
Have I ventured out skirted? Yes! Only twice now but the first time was so empowering, not something most people do first time I'm sure but I was also slightly intoxicated, got home late at night and spent a few moments wearing my plain navy maxi boho and a plain white hoodie (hood down, man up top, skirt bottom). Next thing I knew I was walking out my flat and around my neighbourhood, a mile or so away from the main town. A few people about and certainly a few looks, I just kept my head up and carried on walking although my heart was pounding!, it was unmistakable I was wearing a skirt with the amount of flow that thing has even at night with the streetlights. No comments that I heard and I made it back home so happy and in disbelief in what I'd just done.
Second time I felt like upping the anti slightly I thought. So once again in darkness but this time no alcohol, I wore my plain white hoodie, a navy midi pleated plaid skirt just below the knee (yes kinda kilt-esk) thick navy tights and plain black flats, ballet type shoes. I made it to my van, drove to a neighbouring town and got a bite to eat via the drive through. I don't think the workers noticed one bit, the van window is level with my legs unlike a car so I could definitely be seen. I was slightly miffed but also happy that I'd did it. Dinner over I had planned to strut my stuff through the very busy town, but nerves got the better of me and I stayed seated in the van for sometime just slightly outside town. A set back for sure but I'm determined to make it one day.
I'm very much interested in just women, I just want to be a guy in a skirt, I want to be comfortable and wear what I want. This is a great place here, such inspiration and I'm sure I'll be out skirted in the future.
Thanks for all your encouragement
I started wearing skirts and dresses at a very young age, around 5yr old although not through choice! My nan used to make skirts and dresses and being the only child at the time it fell with me to 'help nanny' and be a live doll. Although it was made clear they wasn't for me I wanted to stay in them longer than I was needed too. I used to sneak upstairs whenever I could and get skirted. I just loved the feel of the material, the freedom and knowing I was doing something I shouldn't have been but not excessively naughty. I got found out quite a few times and would just see my nan looking through the lower part of the door with a cracking smile! Great times! She did make me return to boy mode though.
That continued until I was around 10ish then it fizzled out till I was about 15. Coming home after school to an empty house for a few hours I found myself wanting the excitement of a skirt again and my mums wardrobe was plentiful. I used to try and get them back in the same spot so as not be found out. Unless I could ask her I doubt I'll know if she knew.
Fast forward a few years and I was back at it again, this time with my wife's (at the time) skirts and dresses although she was smaller than me and most of her stuff didn't fit unfortunately. I don't think she ever knew even with some very slight funny comments from myself about spicing things up at home now and then. I did get to wear her babydoll a few times during bedtime, that was fun!
Fast forward a few years again (early 40's) and I'm now all alone, left to my own thoughts of how fun it would be to 'be myself'. Enter the wonders of online purchasing I've now been wearing skirts virtually every time I'm home, mainly a cotton maxi boho and a 50's style midi A-line. I'm hooked once again.
Have I ventured out skirted? Yes! Only twice now but the first time was so empowering, not something most people do first time I'm sure but I was also slightly intoxicated, got home late at night and spent a few moments wearing my plain navy maxi boho and a plain white hoodie (hood down, man up top, skirt bottom). Next thing I knew I was walking out my flat and around my neighbourhood, a mile or so away from the main town. A few people about and certainly a few looks, I just kept my head up and carried on walking although my heart was pounding!, it was unmistakable I was wearing a skirt with the amount of flow that thing has even at night with the streetlights. No comments that I heard and I made it back home so happy and in disbelief in what I'd just done.
Second time I felt like upping the anti slightly I thought. So once again in darkness but this time no alcohol, I wore my plain white hoodie, a navy midi pleated plaid skirt just below the knee (yes kinda kilt-esk) thick navy tights and plain black flats, ballet type shoes. I made it to my van, drove to a neighbouring town and got a bite to eat via the drive through. I don't think the workers noticed one bit, the van window is level with my legs unlike a car so I could definitely be seen. I was slightly miffed but also happy that I'd did it. Dinner over I had planned to strut my stuff through the very busy town, but nerves got the better of me and I stayed seated in the van for sometime just slightly outside town. A set back for sure but I'm determined to make it one day.
I'm very much interested in just women, I just want to be a guy in a skirt, I want to be comfortable and wear what I want. This is a great place here, such inspiration and I'm sure I'll be out skirted in the future.
Thanks for all your encouragement