Weekend Lori is just another CD with a walk-in closet full of sexy clothes that have never left my home. I got married for first time in 2016. This crushed my dreams of venturing beyond the full-length mirror and sharing this sweet obsession with a special woman that would not simply tolerate my inner femininity but periodically embrace it as a sweet diversion from my typical dominant male lifestyle.

I'm a straight single male with a restrained measure of bi-curiosity that I now have to keep buried deep. There is no fear of being exposed as I provided full disclosure prior to the wedding - but my self-imposed shame and stigma keep me from sharing this with my wife. I can't risk losing that adoring look she gives me - I rely upon it for more comfort than frilllies can bring during this later stage in my life. This choice is easy.

My mother fostered my cross dressing in early childhood and throughout my formative years. Numerous closet purges over the years followed by the inevitable re-purchases have finally lead to my measured acceptance of this sweet obsession. Now I periodically embrace feminine facades and desires without fail as a precursor to solo sexual release and its curative power to suspend these sissy urges and promote the immediate restoration of my otherwise full time conventional and self-assured male persona . . . until those half-cursed frilly compulsions return, as they seemingly do most weekends!

Men - thanks for the compliments - but I realize they are hollow and self serving (I share your same horny chromosomes). Know that I have no interest in chatting with admirers.