My closet exposed

My wife and I have met many people good and bad as we went through life sharing the fact that I'm a sissy. I've been this way my whole life. My parents had four kids, three girls and one boy. That boy who was the second born (me) was raised in dresses and girls clothes. Because of a bedwetting problem and the fact that I soiled myself constantly, I was diapered all the time. This was normal for me and my mother approved. She thought it was OK for little boys to wear dresses and pretty girls clothes. My sisters were angered by it. I was wearing their clothes. They saw the feminine attentions of my mother being showered on me instead of them. My father loved showering his attention on my sisters. I was humiliated and scorned by my father. Often, mother would take me out in public dressed like a little girl. This included the trips we made to the dentist & doctor. The reactions of the doctors were anger filled. I remember one time they yelled at my mother, "You're going to turn this young boy into a fruitcake"! My mother let them have it right back, "Mind your own damn business, It's perfectly alright, Little Boys & Girls you can't tell them apart"! Indeed with my curly hair, my pretty dress, pretty socks and pretty shoes, the only way they knew I was male was by my name and chart stating I was male. I felt like a girl. This arrangement lasted all the way through high school. I had graduated to panties, a bra, garter belt & stockings under my boys clothes during the day. I avoided gym class for obvious reasons. On more than one occasion, I had to run when I saw a group of boys. I had been grabbed by them in the past. They had my pants pulled down, exposing my panties, garters & nylons. The kept holding me and humiliating me. Usually a girl would come forward and say let the sissy go. I was the "Town Fairy". No denying it, everyone knew. Relatives that visited always wanted to see their sissy nephew. At home, I stayed in my room but there was always someone to bother me. My sisters delighted in bringing friends over and barging into my room which had no lock. "See my fairy brother in his dress! He wears diapers to bed and a bra panties too"! "He wets the bed". My diapers and rubber pants were on the clothes line outside, there was no denying it! When my parents went out my sisters always became friendlier with me. They delighted in putting make up and nail polish on me and then walking me around the block. I loved it being the sissy I am. My mother found out and was angry at them. Eventually we lost our parents and for a while I switched off to male clothes and even joined the Navy. I worried I would wet the bed and I did but managed to hide it. The whole time I was in the Navy I had a fear of getting caught and court martialed. Stopping at ports in the Philippines I saw beautiful transvestites wearing dresses and I wanted so bad to join them. I heard of "Houses of Transvestism" where some sailors went in as males wearing a navy uniform and came out dressed as beautiful girls. One sailor on our ship came back on board wearing full make-up a dress & heels. He was immediately taken to the brig (jail) and given a dishonorable discharge. Talk of the incident and the court martial was all over the ship. I thought, "that could have been me". The countdown to get out of the Navy was eventually over. Hooray! I got an Honorable Discharge. I had dreams of getting my own apartment and filling it with beautiful lingerie, dresses & high heels. It was time to become a sissy again. The first thing I ordered was a bra panties garter belt & stockings from Fredricks of Hollywood. I loved their ads. One day, one of my friends introduced me to a girl. It was arranged as a blind date. I had no idea this woman had her eyes on me for some time, or so it was revealed later. She made mad passionate love to me on that first date, like I never experienced. She drained me! Before long, we were married, we still are! The reason we are, is because I confessed my past to her. I told her everything. I told her I was a diaper wearing sissy. I left nothing out. She went out the next day and bought me the greatest sissy outfit I've ever seen or owned. She dressed me in it and we made love in our lingerie and high heels. We've been doing that ever since. Now, about our neighbor, Shirley. I'll tell you about that in the next chapter