Hello. My name is Claudia(*). Claudia Tyler-Mae. Well, it isn't really but I really
couldn't imagine using my real name for this website. I'm a male - a transvestite -
living in Cambridgshire in the UK. I started this web site quite a few years ago,
when there were very few homepages of any sort on the Internet. The aim then was
the same as it is now - to let anyone who feels that they are in some way different
because of their sexuality know that they are not alone.
Though the pictures on this site might imply that I'm never out of a wig and heels, I spend most of my time dressed, looking and behaving as a normal male. Though being glamourous and sexy is great fun (or so I'm led to believe!), I'm quite happy working and socialising as a male. The thing that I've learned over the years is that how I look doesn't actually change who I am or how I want to share my life with other people. Like most people I have masculine traits and feminine traits. During most daily activities it really doesn't matter what sex I am because I'm simply being me. So the name 'Claudia' doesn't really belong to some weird alter-ego that is repressed during the day only to roam the streets at night howling at the moon. However, I regulary feel the desire to express my feminine side by dressing in a way that I find attractive and fun.
I'm exactly like most transvestites - I adore dressing up and have done since my earliest memories. I went through all of the classic tranny growing pains but actually had a wonderful childhood, even if I felt quite confused at times. I grew up knowing it was wrong, but still desperately wanting to dress up. Feeling this difference inside me, I was fascinated by anything to do with sex, and discovered the words 'crossdresser', 'transvestite' and 'transexual' pretty much at the same time as puberty discovered me. Somehow I was always fairly clear in my mind that I was attracted to girls, even if I also wanted to look like them. So I went out on dates, bought adult magazines and all of the other things adolescent males do. Some of the magazines, such as Forum had articles about transvestites and I knew I wasn't the only one. But I had absolutely no idea about what to do with it - all of the things I read seemed to separate out crossdressing from any sort of a normal life.
Later I went to college, bought my first female clothes and then threw them out in disgust. I did this a few times (throwing out one or two really classic outfits in the process). This continued for most of my early twenties, by which time I had settled into a relationship with a nice girl. Foolishly, I didn't dare tell her about my dressing up. After a while, I couldn't tell her. Then it was a guilty secret that must be kept buried. Of course, this is not a healthy way to live and eventually I felt I had no choice but to come clean. I told her and that pretty much signalled the end of the relationship. Sadly this only reinforced the idea that in some way I was 'sick' or 'broken'.
It took a long time and a lot of help from both friends and professionals to sort myself out. Happily, just as I was beginning to rediscover myself and feel cool about it, I met a truly wonderful girl. Determined not to go wrong, I told her about my dressing just days after we got together. To her eternal credit and my delight, she was very understanding. A few weeks later she saw me dressed for the first time. Since then we've been clubbing together, been to fetish parties and even got married with me in feminine dress. I am a very lucky girl.
Anyway, that's enough about me. Almost. Here are some more little details.
Age: Not Saying (well, early thirties)
Height: 5'11""
Hair: Blonde, no - red, no - chocolate. Oh - any.
Eyes: Blue
Size: Top UK14 Botttom: UK12.
36C-26-36 (With a little assistance)
Living in: Cambridgeshire, UK
(*)That so nearly turned into "Hello. My name is Kylie.". If you haven't got the album that will make no sense at all.
(+)Than you can possibly want to know