In the pain and confusion of my adolescence, I turned to cross-dressing as a release. By the time I was eighteen, I was proficient enough at dressing up that I could probably pass for a real woman. During my teens, I spent hours in my bedroom, dressed in silky panties and thigh high hose, masturbating. My fantasies ran the gamut from being seduced and dominated by a powerful man to being humiliated by a true dominatrix.