Hello, my name is Jean. Welcome to my website.

I am about 5ft 7ins, 147lbs and fit a size 7 shoe. With my self-adhesive breastforms and corset comfortably fitted, I am a reasonably trim 40- 30 -38. If I want to show off (and am not planning to eat!) I can get my waist down to 28ins or sometimes less. I think the record is 26ins.

I am married, with a wife and family and have been crossdressing for more years than I care to mention. My hobbies are sailing, choral singing, theatre, walking, good food and wine - oh! and designing dresses. I would love to make dresses as well but sadly – it would be so much cheaper, wouldn’t it? - that is not amongst my accomplishments.

I like to dress to suit the occasion; a sweater and skirt for chores round the house, smart suit for shopping or going out. Some of my outfits are shown in the photographs. If you click on a photo, you will find an enlarged picture with a description of the dress..

I also have a beautiful nightgown and negligee for when I can stay dressed for a few days at a time.

My particular loves, however, are satin and taffeta. I love the feel of them against the skin and the sound they make as you move. I have several satin blouses, skirts and long dresses for evening wear…. and I have attached photographs of some of them in the Evening Gown section my favourite is the strapless black satin evening dress with the fishtail It was one of the first dresses I designed and is now some 12 years old, but I still love to slip into it. It is absolutely skin tight to just above the knee and you really have to swing the hips to walk in it. Forget stairs!!

Recently, I took the plunge and bought a wedding dress on ebay and all the trimmings; veil, and tiara….. You will find some photos of this dress in the Wedding Gowns page I love this dress so much I am in the throes of having another one made to my own design, but this time a slinky sheath number – in satin, of course!

How did I get where I am now? I suppose it all started when I was about 17. My parents had gone away for the weekend and I was alone in the house. I went into the loft to find something, I cannot remember what now, and I came across a cupboard full of ladies’ clothes. Hanging at the front was a strapless ballgown with a long straight skirt and made of a heavy purple/silver shot silk satin. I touched it and loved the feel. I could not resist trying it on. It fitted and the effect was sudden, unexpected and explosive! After that, I took every opportunity I could to put that dress on. Nothing further at that stage; just a lad dressing in his mother’s evening dress.

Then came National Service, University, girls, marriage and raising a family, and the desire went away. I rather assumed it was just one of those phases associated with growing up. It was some 20 years later that the urge to dress in female clothing came back. It was quite out of the blue. Initially, it was just a matter of finding an opportunity to put on a dress. Then, in what I guess is a natural progression, I found I wanted to wear lingerie under the dress and have stockings and high heels. That led on to wanting a wig and finally to make-up. The interesting thing was, however, that this time the eroticism was largely absent. I found that I just wanted to dress, and look as much as I could, like an attractive and well-dressed woman

But I jump ahead of myself. In the early stages, I was travelling a lot abroad in my job and it became a habit to pack a dress, underwear and stockings in my suitcase along with my male “drab”. This led to several interesting conversations at Customs, especially when entering the USA. I tended to have a large case of paperwork as well as the suitcase, and this regularly attracted the attention of US Customs. I developed the story that my wife was coming out to join me and, “Well, you know how women always want to bring more stuff than they can pack into their suitcase!”

Initially, I bought my clothing through mail order and I tried to buy a wig and make-up by the same route. Looking back on it, I realise that my taste was dreadful and I must have looked a sight. Then I found the back pages of Exchange and Mart and the adverts for dressing services and, feeling like someone on a clandestine operation, I screwed up the courage to visit a couple. They were very disappointing. Generally, the clothes were shabby and in a poor state of repair, and the make-up was poor. I was made to look like a travesty of a drag queen and I hated it. I became quite depressed. I felt that I could look better but I did not know how. My own efforts at make-up were hopeless.

It was shortly thereafter that I saw an advert for another dressing service. My initial reaction was to ignore it as it would be just like the others. However, I knew that I had to do something to pull me out of the depression. So one day, I telephoned the number given and made an appointment. It was a long drive from home and on several occasions I nearly turned round. I fought the urge, though, and duly found myself outside the address I had been given. I must have sat in the car for ages but eventually, I plucked up the courage to ring the bell.

And that is how I met the lady who is largely responsible for teaching me what styles and wigs suited me and how to put on make-up. She also painstakingly developed my confidence from the point where I could not really face myself in the mirror to being able to go out in public without running for cover every time someone looked at me. She has done her best to teach me how to sit, stand and walk like a lady but I am proving to be a rather poor student of these skills and still have along way to go. And I am lost the moment I open my mouth!

I have now known Sandi for upwards of 15 years and we still meet regularly while she does her best to make me look more womanly. She also has an excellent dressmaker who has patiently managed to convert my rough sketches into beautiful garments. Sandi can be contacted at www.kentuckywoman.co.uk

More recently, I have had the good fortune to meet another wonderful lady, Lynne, at www.visions-uk.co.uk, who, with Sandi, has been able to show me sides of my character that I would not believe could exist and the fun of trying new looks, and I have collected a few photos together in the “Styles” page to illustrate this. In addition to livening up my fem life in this way, Visions are also responsible for many of the photos on this site. From dressing in the closet for many miserable years, it is largely thanks to Sandi and Lynne that I eventually plucked up the courage to start going to TV weekends such as that run by Southern Girls at Bournemouth, the Harmony weekend at Scarborough and the recently started Midsummer House Party at Kingham. One of the best tributes to their skill and encouragement was when I won the Miss Rose competitionat the Harmony weekend in 2004. I owe a lot to these two wonderful ladies.

Also thanks to them, I now feel pretty confident in going out dressed. I have had lunch out on more than one occasion and am more and more frequently now going for walks, drives and shopping. I know that I have been “spotted” on several occasions but while at first I was upset and not a little frightened, I have not had any bad experience and am no longer quite so worried about it happening. However, I know it will only take one nasty experience to put me back in my shell, at least for a while.

Most days I wake up wanting to dress and I lie in bed deciding which of my lovely outfits I would like to put on. Sadly, of course, this is not possible, not least because my wife does not approve. I had been dressing for many years before I plucked up the courage to tell her. She was more angry that I had been deceiving her for so long than about the fact that I crossdressed. Now, she tolerates it but only on the understanding that she never sees me dressed and never sees my wardrobe and accessories. Luckily, I have a large walk-in loft space where I can keep all my stuff.

So here I am today. I wish I had found Sandi and Lynne earlier and I also wish that I had had the courage to trust my instincts and tell my wife earlier. I would have enjoyed so many more years being able to go out and meet others dressed rather than guiltily doing it in a hotel bedroom. It is no fun, really, doing it on your own.

Now there is no erotic side for me from the simple fact of dressing (although I have to say that the effect on me of bondage when dressed is a different matter altogether and one of the things I enjoy when dressed is acting out fantasies that I or someone else have devised and which involve me finishing up in bondage! ) and I have been trying to analyse what it is that is so good about it. Undoubtedly, it is the feel of the lovely soft fabrics and the enjoyment of being able to look in the mirror and see a woman looking back. However, there is another factor and that is that when I am dressed, my male persona slips away together with all the daily problems and responsibilities that go with it. I feel totally relaxed and at peace with myself and the world. As I have said, I just wish I could dress every day!