Asian Crossdresser - How My Crossdressing Journey Began

I was really confused about what I just saw. I continued to watch his rituals and I wondered why he was doing this so regularly. He must be enjoying this I thought. One day after Terry finished his ritual and came out his room I asked him whether he was a boy or a girl. He was very surprised about my question but he told me that he was a boy. He figured out that I must be peeking while he enjoying himself. From that day on, he stopped doing this when he kept an eye on me. I still noticed that he closed the door from time to time when he was alone but I did not dare to peep through the partition gaps because my Mom was around.

I asked Terry’s mom whether Terry was a boy or a girl. She was very surprise she asked me why I asked that question. I told her what I saw and she had a distress look on her face. She told me Terry was a boy and asked me not to tell another one of what I saw. She even gave me some money and reminded me not to tell anyone of what I saw.

Terry’s family moved to live elsewhere shortly afterward. I figured they moved because I discovered Terry’s secret.

My family immigrated to Canada when I was 10. My Dad had a tough time adjusting. He took many mediocre jobs and he was not happy. On the other hand, my Mom adjusted very well. She was a pretty woman in mid 30s and she took a secretary/receptionist job in an upscale car dealership. Her boss expected her to dress attractively and femininely to work. She had a large collection of cocktail dresses, lingerie, and all sorts of high heels such as stiletto pumps, sandals, sling backs for her work. She was very attractive and feminine, especially in high heels. I was always mesmerized watching her putting on a sexy pair of 5" high heels and step in front of the mirror again to check how everything looked. She spun slowly around keeping her eyes on the mirror checking her look from all angles. In my mind, lingerie and high heels were synonymous with femininity. They had an immerse impact on me that I could not keep my eyes off magazines, advertisement with women in high heels or lingerie. My eyes followed women in high heels in shopping malls. The way their hips moved in high heels and the sound of their high heels clicking daintily on the terrazzo floor made my heart race in ecstasy.