when I was young
I was "coerced" by my older teen neighbor to dress in his sister's clothes in order to "practice". That left an indelible mark on me, naturally.
Then a few years later, as a youngish teen browsing the local video store's "back room" I hit upon a section of "tranny" porn, as they called it. It was like rockets went off in my head. I broke into a cold sweat, my cheeks flushed and my breathing became shallow.
No doubt, I had to know what was on the video.
Although I do not crossdress, and have only mild perversions with respect to women's clothing now (like an adoration for panties, but not *on* me), I have no doubt that the two incidents are related. I feel some pull to that lifestyle because of what went on early in my life.
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