Low Risk...High Reward?

 

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There are many things we do in the gender universe which represent a low risk, high reward effort.

For example, under the cross-dresser umbrella, we have the far-ranging participants who go from wearing panties under their male clothes, all the way to those who fully dress as transfeminine women in their spare time. At the least, there is more risk to the cross dresser who is fully dressing in feminine fashion and makeup than the person who simply needs to pull his pants up to cover his panties. At some point too, one must consider if wearing women’s clothes is simply a fetish or is there more to it. Which carries even further into the world of sissies and such which involves men who fantasize about forced femininization.

In my case, even though I deeply felt the pleasure of hose on my shaved legs, or other beginning thrills such as looking at myself in the mirror, deep down I knew there was so much more to what I was doing about my developing gender issues. I knew too, if I was ever caught with my clothes and makeup on, there would be no rewards, just risks, so I needed to be very careful. All the way to the point of never wearing panties under my male pants at school and on rare occasions dreaming about a woman forcing me to cross dress at all. Ironically, I talked a woman into dressing me head to toe as a woman only one time and I ended up thinking I could have done it better myself. The risk of telling her did not equal any reward at all.

The risks and rewards proportionally grew greater together as I grew older and my male life began to grow. Many times, without my feminine one who was still stuck in her mirror. It was in the Army of all places, when I first came out to a small group of friends that I was a transvestite and much more than the fully cross-dressed woman they were able to see at a Halloween party. Naturally, it was a huge risk to take because the Army could have taken measures to discharge me. The reward did come when I was able to finally feel the relief of telling someone else my deepest secret and no one cared.

The further reward of coming out of gender shell was the fact my first wife was in the group of friends I came out to. Our marriage then led to the greatest reward of my life…the birth of my daughter who supports me to this day.

As my male world kept expanding and threatened to take over my transfeminine experience, I was going through a wonderful period of great discoveries in my life. Those were the days when I first discovered the transgender term and what it meant to me. For the first time in my life, I found a community which I belonged in. I was too much woman for the average low risk cross dresser and too little for the risk it all world of the transsexuals who were headed for gender realignment surgery.

I was so comfortable in my new place in the world, I was prepared to take bigger and bigger risks. Much to the chagrin of my second wife who had no problem with my cross dressing but was totally against any thoughts of starting gender affirming hormones and living increasingly as a woman. Every time I went out to explore the new feminine world I was creating, I was risking my twenty-five-year marriage. Because I chose to lie to myself for many years of denying who I really was, I ended up making us both miserable.

My excuse was I knew I would be losing a great marriage, a substantial job and many hard-earned male privileges if I threw all my cards into the middle of the table and came out into the world as the person I was always meant to be. Finally, the choice ceased to be mine as I embraced my new feminine self. My wife had passed away, I reached the point where I could retire from my job, and I was eager to check out the world of female privilege. It was all a huge risk, but I had to take it as I was nearing the age of sixty and I figured I was near a now or never moment in my life.

I had never been a gambler of any sort, but I wished I had the courage to make the move I made earlier. One thing is for certain; you can never rewind your life to make up for past mistakes. You just have to do the best that you can of your past to plan ahead for the future risks you will have to take.