My name is Markus, I am 35 years old, happily married, and I carry a significant secret. Since childhood, I have been fascinated by wearing women’s clothing, finding particular comfort and joy in dressing femininely. It all began when I was nine years old.
A Difficult Day
After an exhausting day at the playground, my father, Klaus, picked me up. On the way home, I couldn’t hold back my tears. I was a slight boy and often played with older children who teased me about my small stature. Their taunts stung, especially after playtime, as they mocked me for being smaller and frailer than them.
“They call you weak, don’t they?” my father asked, glancing at the road.
“Yes…” I sobbed.
“You’re smaller than the others, but that will change. Give it time,” he said reassuringly.
At home, I threw myself onto my bed, the other children’s taunts echoing in my mind: “Little boy,” “weak.” But in that moment, a curiosity awakened within me.
A New Discovery
I ventured into my older sister Lena’s room. At 15, she always wore fashionable clothes, her wardrobe filled with colorful skirts, silky blouses, and glossy tights. Without overthinking, I opened her drawer and pulled out a delicate, pink lace panty adorned with small bows. I also took a short black pleated skirt and a glossy cream-colored blouse with ruffled collars. Shedding my jeans and T-shirt, I slipped into the panty, which felt soft and cool against my skin. The skirt fell lightly over my knees, and the blouse hugged my torso gently. I chose a pair of sheer, glossy black tights that enveloped my legs like a second skin and found a pair of black ballerina flats with a small bow that fit perfectly.
Standing before the mirror, I was mesmerized. My short haircut was the only thing that betrayed my boyish identity. I imagined myself with long hair, convinced no one would recognize me as a boy.
An Unexpected Moment
My father rarely came upstairs during the day, but that day, I heard his voice in the hallway: “Max, are you in there?”
In a panic, I leapt onto Lena’s bed and pulled the blanket over myself, but it was too late. He opened the door and saw me in the feminine attire. To my surprise, he remained calm. We sat on the bed, and he spoke gently.
“It’s normal to be curious,” he said. “It’s okay to try things out.”
Relieved by his understanding, I promised to keep it a secret. Then, he placed his hand on my thigh, covered in glossy tights. I felt the warmth of his hand through the thin fabric, and my heart raced.
“You look pretty,” he said softly. “This clothing suits you.”
He asked me to show him the blouse and skirt, so I stood, twirling before him as the tights shimmered in the light. He smiled and asked if I wanted to wear such clothes more often. I nodded shyly, and he promised to get me a few pieces of my own.
A Secret Hobby Begins
From then on, wearing women’s clothing became a regular ritual when my mother and Lena were away. My father brought me a selection of garments: an elegant navy-blue sheath dress that accentuated my waist, matching nude glossy tights, and black patent pumps with a small heel. He also gifted me a set of silky lingerie—a black lace panty and a matching bra, which I filled with soft inserts to create a feminine silhouette.
I loved the feel of the soft fabrics against my skin. The tights hugged my legs, and the pumps lent my steps a feminine grace. My father encouraged me to try various outfits, from playful floral summer dresses to tight black leggings paired with a flowing tunic. Each time I dressed up, I felt freer, as if I could embrace another side of myself.
The Next Level
When I was ten, my father gave me a wig—long, wavy blonde hair that softly framed my face. He also gifted me a pair of red high-heeled stilettos and a form-fitting red cocktail dress with a deep neckline. I paired it with shimmering black tights that made my legs appear longer. Posing in front of the mirror, I felt like a real woman.
On his 35th birthday, with my mother away on a trip and Lena staying at a friend’s, my father asked me to wear something special. I chose a black lace corset that shaped my waist, a skimpy black thong, sheer glossy tights, and knee-high black boots with high heels. I wore the blonde wig and applied red lipstick and eyeliner to accentuate my eyes.
My father was thrilled. We spent the evening trying on different outfits and taking photos. He showed me how to move and pose to appear even more feminine. It was a playful game we both enjoyed, and I grew increasingly comfortable in my new role.
The Years Pass
As I entered puberty, I began caring for my body. I shaved my legs and underarms and used depilatory creams recommended by my mother. Lena occasionally teased me, but I brushed it off. My father and I continued our secret meetings, where I wore increasingly elaborate outfits: from sequined evening gowns to playful schoolgirl outfits with short skirts and knee-high socks.
At 14, my father took me on a trip. We checked into a hotel as father and daughter, and I wore women’s clothing the entire time: a chic white summer dress with delicate lace sleeves, nude tights, and white wedge sandals. With a long brown wig and subtle makeup, no one suspected a thing, and I relished being perceived as a girl in public.
The Love of My Life
At 19, I met Anna, the love of my life. I fell for her instantly, and our relationship quickly grew serious. When she became pregnant with our son, we decided to marry. My secret meetings with my father paused as I focused entirely on Anna.
But when Anna was in her fifth month of pregnancy and no longer felt like intimacy, I returned to my old habits. I surprised my father one day in a seductive outfit: a tight red dress with a deep back neckline, glossy black tights, and red stilettos, paired with a black lace bra and matching thong. We spent hours trying on outfits and taking photos, some of which we later shared online.
A New Adventure
In my twenties, I grew bolder. Alongside my marriage to Anna, I craved new ways to explore my feminine side. My father and I began filming our photo sessions and posting them online. The response was overwhelming—compliments and requests from people admiring my looks.
One day, we received an offer from a man who paid 4,000 euros to meet me in a hotel. I initially declined, but when he offered 10,000 euros, I agreed. I met him in an elegant black sequined evening gown, nude tights, and black pumps. My father accompanied me to ensure my safety. The man was delighted with my appearance, and we spent the evening talking and admiring my outfits.
A New Generation
When my son, Jonas, was seven, I noticed he, too, was drawn to feminine clothing. One day, I found him in Anna’s wardrobe, trying on her silky panties and tights. I decided to support him and began secretly giving him feminizing hormone supplements, sourced through a contact.
By age 11, Jonas showed early signs of feminization, and Anna grew concerned. After tests, a doctor explained that Jonas naturally had higher female hormone levels, which would normalize during puberty. But Jonas felt more comfortable as a girl and confided in me that he wanted to present as one. After long discussions with Anna, we relocated so Jonas could start fresh as a girl. He chose the name Lisa.
Lisa Blossoms
Lisa fully embraced a feminine wardrobe: colorful skirts, silky blouses, glossy tights, and flat ballerinas or sandals. She was happy and confident. I continued her hormone therapy, and her feminine features developed further—her breasts grew, and her hips rounded. She often wore tight leggings with long tunics or short dresses with tights that highlighted her slender legs.
Lisa loved “borrowing” Anna’s lingerie, especially her lace bras and thongs. One day, I addressed it, and she admitted she felt more comfortable in feminine clothing. I shared my own secret with her, and to my surprise, she was thrilled.
“Show me, Dad!” she said with a radiant smile.
We spent days trying on outfits together. I taught her how to wear tights without causing runs and how to walk in high heels without stumbling. Lisa loved wearing tight corsets and flowing dresses that accentuated her developing figure.
A Shared Hobby
Lisa and I found a shared passion in feminine fashion. We experimented with makeup, wigs, and various shoes—from elegant pumps to knee-high boots. I taught her how to properly fit a bra and which tights paired best with different outfits. She loved combining glossy nude tights with short skirts to highlight her legs.
One day, I suggested we photograph our outfits and share them online. Lisa was enthusiastic, and we began organizing photo sessions. She wore a form-fitting black sequined dress, black tights, and red stilettos, while I chose an elegant cream-colored evening gown with a deep neckline and sheer tights. Our fans loved the photos, and we received growing requests.
Anna’s Involvement
Anna began noticing Lisa’s overly revealing behavior. Lisa often walked around the house in lace lingerie and tight tops, her feminine curves clearly visible. I reassured Anna it was just a phase, but Lisa had other plans.
One day, Lisa showed me footage from a hidden camera of her and Anna on the couch. Anna had admired Lisa’s feminine appearance and began discussing fashion with her. To my surprise, this evolved into an intimate bond, with Anna helping Lisa try on new outfits and accentuate her feminine features.
A New Family Dynamic
After Anna embraced Lisa’s feminine side, we began sharing our love for fashion as a family. We organized joint photo sessions, all wearing elegant dresses, tights, and high heels. Anna loved tight black dresses with lace bras and glossy tights, while Lisa and I experimented with styles ranging from playful skirts to glamorous evening gowns.
My father, Klaus, was thrilled to learn about Lisa’s development. He joined our photo sessions, bringing his own collection of elegant women’s clothing, from silky blouses to knee-high boots. We spent evenings swapping outfits, posing, and laughing, enjoying our shared passion.
A New Chapter
Now, with Lisa at 15, our family is closer than ever. We regularly organize meetups with like-minded individuals who share our love for feminine fashion. In a grand hotel room, we showcase our outfits—I often wear an elegant emerald-green dress with sheer tights and black pumps, while Lisa steals the spotlight in a tight silver dress with glossy tights and high stilettos. Anna surprises us with bold outfits, like a red corset dress with black stockings and patent pumps.
Our passion for fashion has brought us together, allowing us to express our creativity and individuality. Lisa is a shining example of confidence and beauty, and I’m proud of how she has found her identity—just as I did all those years ago.
