My desires centre around satisfying a need to dress like a woman, and experience life as a female, as well as gratifying my sexual fetish of wearing lingerie. I think I began to dress in mothers stockings when I was between 8 and 9-moving on to visiting second hand cloths shops where lingerie boxes were common place.

One lady, in Croydon, realised my desires and saved items she thought I might like, and allowed me to try on dresses in her storeroom. I used to fantasise about her and what she might get me to do, as I masturbated in lingerie back at home. Wonderful times-and much simpler then now.

Currently, I am unable to dress at home as my wife would not accept it. I married some 7 years ago, after being widowed some 6 years previously. My previous wife knew about my crossdressing and did try to let me indulge, but in the end, could not accept it.

So, for a good number of years, I had sought out dressing establishments. I think the first on was Transformations near Euston. This was a fabulous experience, at the time, wandering around the whole shop, dressed up to the nines and being assisted to dress by a real woman.

Previously, before getting married, I had got quite a collection of lingerie and clothes, and would dress in my parents house when my mother was out. Using copies of “Spick and Span” and “Beautiful Britons” for inspiration I used to strut around the house, look at myself in the full length mirrors and raise my skirt to expose my pantied clitty and nyloned legs.

I did venture into Croydon fully dressed, parking in a multi storey car park and then walking around the shopping centre. My particular turn on was to venture into the ladies toilets.

The styles I tried to emulate then, are those Prim uses for the wonderful, dominant ladies so beautifully drawn in the stories.