I worry sometimes what happened to you will happen to me. No real reason to believe my wife isn’t still supportive, and maybe it’s just my anxiety, but still worry.

I started when I was in my teens. My Mum and Dad worked late and I was left baby sitting my sister in her cot. I started raiding my Mum’s wardrobe and wearing her clothes around the house for an hour or two most evenings.

Then College came and my sister had grown up, so my cross dressing took a back seat.

Many years later I was asked to run our office in London. I used to walk by a shop call ‘Transformation’ and wondered what it did. I found out one day and went in and bought a load of gear. That weekend I broke it to my wife, who said she was Ok with it and for several years I dressed up and sometimes she did my make-up but gradually I started to realise she did not like me dressing. I was in the Middle East when we were moving house and she told me she was throwing my gear out. I really miss that wonderful feeling but wish those that can still enjoy every happiness.