A Crossdresser's Creed
I believe I was preordained to experience the wonder, ecstasy, and occasional pain of exploring my feminine side. I do not ask why I do what I do, I ask why should I not?

The figure I see in my mirror is not an image, it is my true inner self. The makeup I apply is not a mask, it is the countenance of that self.

I embrace both the arousal and tranquility my dressing brings on. Experiencing pleasure is not a sin.

If I am driven to purge, I acknowledge the folly of doing so. The road to destiny does not allow detours.

The Pink Fog is my Nirvana. I allow it to totally envelop me.

And when I meet my maker, I know what I will say with pride, gratitude, and confidence:
"Hi. I am a crossdresser. And you made me so."