My name is Celine. I was born in the 60’s in a little town in the South of Germany.
Since my early childhood all things feminine have held a mysterious fascination for me, but it wasn’t until I was five or six years old that the “Dressing up Games” began.
From the moment I first dressed in my sister’s clothes, I knew that this would be something that would be with me for the rest of my life.
Throughout my childhood and into my adolescent years I have worn everything that was available to me in my parent’s home. I was always envious of my older sisters freedom to express herself as a girl and on Birthdays and at Christmas I would cry when she received gifts of beautiful clothing. It wasn’t until the beginning of my puberty that I realised that nature had cheated me and that I should have been born as a girl.
As my puberty progressed and my masculinity attempted to assert it’s self I began to grow hair in all of those manly places. I became more and more disgusted by it and I would spend much time plucking them from where ever and when ever I could find them. I was a very slim, shy and introverted boy who always thought there was something wrong with him. I was never able to play in my High Schools football team. Even though I tried and tried the team coach banned me because I was such a bad player. I was just a gangly girl trying to belong by trying be a boy. When the drama teacher needed someone of a female role for a performance in the school theatre I always feigned reluctance but always allowed then to talk me into playing the part.
As time went by and because I was growing so fast I found that everything that was available to me became too short or too tight so I decided to begin buying women’s clothing of my own. My wardrobe seemed to grow overnight and I soon ran out of places to hide my pretty feminine things. Having spent so much money buying my wonderful treasures I found that everywhere was crammed, my loud speakers, the base of my Armoire, two boxes under my bed and even a trunk in the attic.
I dressed up almost every day and to my amazement nobody ever discovered my secret.
Even though my most cherished reading materials were about Art, Paintings, photography and fashion, I kept enough football, car and computers magazines to disguise what was obvious to me. I was diagnosed with Gender Identity Disorder about Fifteen years ago and I could start Hormone Replacement Therapy when ever I like but I cannot find the courage because I fear that I may damage myself. There are so many things that could go wrong. Maybe one day!
Over the years, as I have polished the visible aspects of my feminine personality and I now have a wonderful collection of chic ladies fashions, but it wasn’t until I watched the marriage of the Lady Dianna and Prince Charles that I realised that for me there is nothing more beautiful than a bride on her wedding day, and I became determined to experience, at least in part, what it felt like. It wasn’t until I had the money and of course the courage to visit a bridal store that I was able to buy my first gown. Today? I own 12 of them. A little compulsive I hear you say? Surely not! Haha!
Through not denying myself my hearts desire, I find that I am very comfortable with the feminine side of my personality and my dream is to appear in public and to be accepted as the woman that I really am but cannot fully be.
Click on Celine’s portrait below to go to her Flickr page. You can click here to go to Celine’s YouTube page.