Debate rages. Age fetish deserves inclusion on this list for the sheer purpose that it shows how fetishes can cross from the playfully erotic into more culturally profound and impactful subjects. The whole concept of fetish reveals that anything in the world, from pool floats to ice cream, can become sexual objects if someone responds to them that way, and as such they unleash our sexual desires from the narrow confines that our culture tends to place them in.

Then, perhaps about 5 years ago, I came upon a revelation. I clearly want to dress as a woman and do it well, but now I am not deluding myself that I will pass as a woman when in public. Perhaps in my photos I can capture this illusion, but when interacting with people in the real world, I abandon any notion of convincing people I am a woman. After all, I am not a woman and I don't want to be. Therefore, I adopted a new attitude: I want to pass with dignity. This applies whether I am wearing men's or women's clothing and in any venue, of course, but especially when dressed as a woman. I do not want to disrespect women or otherwise be a caricature of a woman. I want to feel stylish and chic and sometimes playful and contrarian. But always with dignity and respect. The competitive and prideful nature has given way, at least for the most part, to confidence and satisfaction. This is my Renaissance Period. Members can submit a photo for one, two, or all themes. At the end of the month, members will vote for their favorite photos. That night, while having dinner, I thought my parents would confront me about the shaving of my moustache. But to my surprise, neither of them questioned about it. In a way, I was happy. But the other side of me was sad that, my parents didn’t even care to talk to their son about anything. But I had other plans running in my head already about my new found love for women clothes. F rom that moment on, my entire life changed. The silky smooth felling of wearing a pantie amazed me and it felt so nice. I didn’t stop there . I took out a bra from the cupboard and wore it, and another wave of pleasure hit me. It fit me perfectly and since I had put on weight sitting at home, my man-boobs fit in the bro cups snugly. I then took out a pett i coat and a maroon satin nighty, and wore it. I was in heaven, I wanted to try on all my mothers clothes, and had all the time and the freedom to do it. I was involved in yet another radio debate the other day with that self-appointed guardian of our public morals, Lord Trembath – leader of the so-called Moral Renaissance Movement. Part of our discussion went like this:Ps...I did my shopping and two other streets and none, they had children tutus but now women ones... Video was exciting, I was suddenly seeing myself not just dressed as a woman but moving and I realised I had to try harder if I wanted to become a woman during the times I cross-dressed. It was really exciting and I drew on Michelle’s inspiration greatly. also found video was great for opening up about being a transvestite. I found it incredibly liberating to appear as a woman on camera and just chat about all the things I had suppressed for decades. Video has now become my outlet for self expression in regard to my female side. See-through fabrics are no longer strictly reserved for slinky lingerie and pantyhose. This year’s runways show us that fresh styling and colors can effortlessly modernize sheer materials for daytime wardrobes and evening wear. Show us how your dolls like to integrate these delicate fabrics into their style, too! From brightly colored organza trench coats and puff sleeve blouses to elegant tulle dresses, capes and mesh sunhats, this fabric adds a feminine touch to any wardrobe. Your doll's love of sheer fabrics does not have to be limited to fashion. Think voile drapes, sheer burlap lampshades, and decorative chiffon wall tapestries. However you decide to approach this theme, be sure something sheer peeks through in your photo. Your doll’s fondness for see-through material should be transparent! The most wonderful man in the world works at this company, and they're lending me out to him for two days as a temporary secretary. Can you tell how happy I am? He's such a sweet, caring, sensitive man. I can wear a dress like this around him and feel completely safe. I know that he'll pay me a compliment that will make me feel beautiful, feminine, and all warm inside, not like those other men who make me feel like a piece of meat. It's not true that we women don't want compliments. We want the right compliments.

I love the moment I paint on the first layer of make-up and start the process of attempting to look female. As a man I love to to try and pass myself off as a being a woman. I will admit, I have always envied that women can freely wear make-up if they wish to, that they have amazing hair styles and the clothing available for women is just so lovely. The high heels are impractical but as a male o female cross-dresser I am involved in creating a certain look.

After that , I never touched my boy clothes again. Since Siri also knew about my dressing I had the freedom to dress up without fearing about anyone. Since my parents were gone Siri also staye d at my house frequently and I stayed over at hers. Everything was a bliss. Life was filled with beautiful colours and soft clothes now, and one day I saw someone was moving in to the apartment next to mine. And since we lived in a posh apartment, none of the occupants interfered with others and all interactions would be limited to formal talks. So I barely bothered to know who my new neighbour was. I have heard it proposed more than once that fetishes are psychological conditions that manifest themselves as the only responses certain people can have to stimuli that they would otherwise consider repulsive. I personally have never fully bought this claim. However, it is no secret that clowns — which will likely be remembered in a thousand years as one of the worst creations of modern man — are commonly fetishized figures, and I cannot help but wonder if fetishizing clowns is the only way some people can respond to their horror. The mind is capable of doing many incredible things, like transferring pain into pleasure, stress into desire, and fear into eroticism, so while I cannot justifiably make the claim that all fetishes are the mind’s roundabout method of dealing with revulsion, I do wonder why clowns have emerged as such a surprisingly common fetish. Then in 2006, I started to get my act together. I wanted to dress to pass myself off as a woman in public. Of course, venturing into public was a non-trivial affair, but when that time came I realized I had much to learn. I know I am not a woman, nor do I want to be, so pretending to look like a woman is only part of the equation. I will never think like a woman (whatever that means), understand what it means to be a woman, or even sound like a woman. For many years, this bothered me because I wanted to "pass as a woman." In addition, as I found like-minded friends online, the shame dissolved into competitive pride. This was my Amateur Period.