FEATURED COVER GIRL
♥ Kristina Marie ♥
Let me begin by telling you that I grew up in a
house with five women Three older sisters, my mom and
grandmother. My dad died when I was young. My first
memories of wanting to dress up would have to be when I
was about 6 years old, in the first grade. I remember
sitting next to a girl in class that would always be
dressed pretty. I remember one outfit like it was
yesterday. It was dark purple satin blouse with a high
collar and a cute black miniskirt ( yes it was 1970) with a
silver chain belt. I was so jealous I wanted to be her so
badly. I think this is what planted the crossdressing seed
in me. I also had a grandmother that would make me try
on clothes that she bought for my cousin who lived far
away, she was the same age and same size as me. If it fit
me she would mail the clothing to her. I acted like I
didn’t want to do it but I really liked to help.
When I was about 13 my mom would drive my sisters to school and leave me home alone for
those glorious 30 minutes. That’s when I would go and raid my older sister’s closets. I tried on everything they owned. Skirts, blouses, dresses, gauchos, shoes, jewelry, whatever I could. The feeling of these clothes was awesome. A few years later when I was able to be home alone for longer periods of time, I would really get into it mixing and matching skirts and blouses. Then of course there was the discovery of the lingerie drawer. So so much fun!
I really don’t mind telling my age, I was born in new york city in 1963 that makes me 54. I am
married 29 years to a understanding and supportive wife. I came out to her about 14 years ago when I got caught buying a wedding gown on e-bay. I forgot to delete an e-mail message. my wife saw it and asked me point blank at dinner, Hun why did you buy a beaded wedding dress on e-bay? My Jaw hit the floor..I was shocked I didn’t know what to do…she thought I was leaving her for another women. I walked away for about an hour, when I came back I sat her down and confessed to everything. That was the worst day and the best day of my life. Telling her was like lifting weights of my chest. As of right now she is the only one who knows I dress. Well and a few hundred other internet friends. We’ll see what happens in the future about telling others.
Click on Kristina’s portrait below to go to her Flickr page.