Sheery in black Oroblu bodysuit and Wolford Neon 40 pantyhose

A couple of years ago I had to move to a new apartment (an undisclosed location) since my old lease was up. Also, at the time, apartments were hard to find but I did manage to snag one, albeit, a smaller one bedroom than I had before. Despite the downsize, smaller didn’t happen to mean worse and I grew into making my new flat my little(r) comfy home. That is all except for one thing…

I didn’t have enough room for all my girly shit. So I had to force a purge of my least valued treasures collected over years and years. That purge was actually a relieving experience but not in the sense a crossdresser typically purges their stash of femme gear. In my case it just felt nice to get rid of a bunch of shit because I’d probably never touch most of it again and I don’t have to lug it around again if I have to move somewhere else. God forbid should I need to get a locker in the future if I move again.

However, as miss little me the corssdresser, I seem to have a problem of continuing to buy cute little girly things all the time. I’ll admit that this is the part of being a woman I’ve nailed down to the tee. I see something, I buy it, I try it on and it either goes somewhere never to be used again or it becomes a favorite and put in the drawer of favorites. The problem is that the same drawer has long been full so it goes to any space in another drawer, or to a closet, or just placed on my coffee table until I can figure out what to do with it.

For many a crossdresser this probably wouldn’t be an issue, just throw them in a pile in the corner. If someone asks what that pile of pink is over there just tell them “yeah, that’s my girly shit, so what?” Unfortunately for myself, I’m somewhat of a closeted crossdresser. Hey I actually peek outside of the closet here or there, or sometimes I out myself by mistake) but I prefer to be discreet and have all those little pieces of evidence of my feminine life under wraps in case people (or worse, kids) are roaming around my place which happens frequently.

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Sheery in Guess teddy and pantyhose

A few days ago, I was doing a “spring cleaning” of my home… you know, getting rid of the shit that you didn’t want to get rid of before but finally had enough with sitting around taking up space. Honestly it is quite a liberating thing to do, maybe even up there with flashing a peek of my bra when out and about. Of course, you have to do the usual looking through all aforementioned shit before deciding to throw it out or not, but guess what I found, in a random box for that matter?…

This black (now grey or dusty brown) lace underwire bra, with the underwire poking through exposed, was probably bought maybe twenty years ago and was, at the time, my favorite bra for a while. There were even matching panty briefs at one time which appeared to be no longer accompanying its sister undergarment anymore. Regardless of this bra’s rather dilapidated state, I still had good memories of my many times donning it over my chest and pretending I had real breasts. Not unlike memories of other silky garments found from my earlier days of miss me.

Now, last year I gave away most of my no-longer-used heels, lingerie, pantyhose, girly wear, etc. as a purge of sorts in order to free up A LOT of space. Keep in mind, this wasn’t the “purge” of trying to get away from my identity as a crossdresser. I had just thought it was time to free myself from all that girly wear that was no longer being worn. I couldn’t say I regretted it either although I did accidentally toss some lovely Guess heels that I really loved. I fortunately didn’t cry for too long though.

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Sheery relaxing in pantyhose

I finally did what many a crossdresser has done before me. Admittedly it was difficult but very much necessary. Not just for me but, my god, this should have been done more than a decade ago at least. Yes, I’m talking about the “purge” but not for the usual reasons a crossdresser would do this. No, it was a far different reason…

I had too much shit.

Now keep in mind, this isn’t to cast a shadow over the typical crossdresser purge. That is throwing away anything feminine linked to one’s crossdressing due to shame, anxiety or pressure from social norms to be “normal.” This can be a serious distress and a challenge to get over mentally. While I have never actually purged my collection before, the social pressures have taken a toll in the past and I can sympathize with that.

There were times, however, I have actually wanted to purge my pantyhose, etc. in the past but I was either afraid someone would catch me doing that or I realized that I had to get new femme gear if/when the urge came around again. Basically, I knew it wasn’t practical. Oh, and the shame after wanking one out of the park while in my skimpies was definitely a frequent occurrence in my early girly days.

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