Hey folks,

This is something I've been curious to unpack for a while. I'm a straight, married guy who's been into WAM for about 25 years. Basically, I crossdress -- wigs, makeup, breastplate, heels, the full look -- and then self-gunge.

It started in my teens, watching Noel's House Party and messing around in the bathroom with shaving foam and shower gel. Over time it grew: buying women's clothes on eBay, bulk custard runs at the supermarket (cue raised eyebrows), and now, at 40, ending up as a "sexy secretary" covered in 100 gallons of coloured natrosol.

What's always intrigued me is why I'm into this. I get turned on by seeing my feminine self messy -- the breasts, the humiliation, the attention, the transformation. There's also a public side to it -- I sometimes fantasize about being seen or gunged in front of others, though I've never acted on it.

I'm not attracted to men - in fact i don't think ive ever got messy in mens clothes - though when dressed as a woman, I've fantasized about being desired as one. I would LOVE to be gunged as a woman, by other wammers, but that, sadly, will likely never happen.

That blurs the line for me. Am I gay? I don't think so -- women still make me weak at the knees.

Looking back, I was a shy, skinny kid who never fit the "macho" mold. Maybe the fetish grew from wanting attention, or trying to become the kind of woman who turned me on. Maybe it's a mix of both.

I've heard the term autogynephilia -- maybe that fits, maybe it doesn't.

What I really want to know is: how common is this in the WAM world? I've met other straight crossdressers who feel the same, even if it confuses people who see "straight crossdresser" as a contradiction.

Anyway, thanks for reading my ramble. Curious to hear if anyone else relates.

Goddess said when She has our next ultra messy session, we will also include destroying a dress i will have to wear. ugh.

If you are interested in the psychological side of things, you might enjoy Jesse Bering's book Perv. It is 10 years old now, but still an interesting read. It is hard to get exact numbers on such things, but in it he states that the majority of cross dressers are actually straight.

-JD

I'm straight, and not what I would describe as a cross dresser, and would never cross dress in public. However, I have worn women's clothing solely for the purpose of getting messy (and sometimes completely destroying the clothes).

Additionally, although I would never desire to be transgender or undergo any kind of sex change, I am absolutely fascinated by how it would feel to be a woman, particularly from a sexual perspective (and naturally getting messy, which for me IS sex).

I think as you've touched on, perhaps if we cannot easily have the partner we desire, we become them. To a degree it allows us to simultaneously be the person getting our ideal sexual partner all messy, and to be the one receiving the mess - we're seeing it and feeling it at the same time, which is actually impossible with a real life sexual partner.... you can't gunge a girl and also feel what she's feeling - unless you become the girl.

It's definitely an odd and slightly paradoxical concept, but that's my take on it.

I always enjoy cake sitting, and naturally would love my sexual partners to share in it with me, but there always has to be a cake for both of us, because otherwise I can't decide whether to watch her squash the cake, or whether I'd prefer to sit on it myself!! ...If only there was a way I could just become her so I could watch her gorgeous butt crush that cake AND feel it too!!??

- exactly this

There has always seemed to be a surprisingly large correlation between TV/CD and WAM/Splosh. When Miss Helen ran the Wamdrogeny site about 20 years ago, it had thousands of us on there.

I started dressing (mainly just tights at first) in my late teens as I loved girls in tights. I then tried getting them wet and loved the feeling as they clung to me, moving on to mud then smooth-whipped clay over time, then getting more and more clothes until I eventually confided in some cool close friends who I knew would be ok with it... and eventually ended up dressing each year at a little (very hippy) festival we went to.

I think it is true that the vast majority of TV/CDs are straight men. Most dress entirely in secret - often from their wives and families for fear of losing them. Hence the only people represented in the media tend to be those who want to undergo full transition or they are examples of loud, camp, gay drag queens, which gives completely the wrong impression about us to other folk 'out there'! For the media, there seems to be nothing in between (where we are), so the concept of straight guys doing this is a complete surprise to anyone else ... which makes it even more difficult to find a female partner, as they've been conditioned by the media to assume we're either going to transition or that we're gay and, therefore, not a serious 'prospect' worthy of consideration.

I think, for many of us, it starts as liking to see the kind of person we'd love to date. I used to love looking at 'Lizzie' in the mirror and imagining it was a sexy girl who was actually dating me and allowing me to splosh her, whilst actually feeling 'her' sploshing 'me' at the same time. Very much what you've said. I've always dreamed of being able to splosh an RG just like I do to 'Lizzie' but I'd love to have the RG splosh 'Lizzie' using exactly the same techniques and substances, so it would be reciprocal and consensual ... and a lot of sexy fun! LOL.

Also, the sploshing works so well in girls' clothes. All that clingy lycra keeps all the gloop 'where you want it' for extra fun! As I've always said, if you've not worn 3 pairs of tights and had a jug full of smooth-whipped sloppy clay poured into the layers and felt it sliding around in the panty section as it heads south then you haven't lived!

Sadly, I seem to have reached the age where any kind of kinky activity doesn't seem to be having much effect on me any more. It's as if someone's flicked a switch in my head. I can still see the same people and images I've always seen and can appreciate how sexy they are ... but there doesn't seem to be any physiological reaction any more and I no longer seem to have the desire to dress and splosh like I used to for decades ... and I do miss that desire. Without it, there isn't much point in just 'going through the motions'.

I'm not a crossdresser in anyway but I have put on women's clothing from time to time.
It first started back in the late '80s when I had a girlfriend that was into my PVC Rubber Leather fetish.
My favorite colors are purple and hot pink....
There was a hot pink French maid dress in a catalog that I really wanted her to wear and she refused because she would only wear red, black and white Rubber and PVC.
She suggested that if I loved the hot pink dress so much, that I could wear it for her.
I readily agreed and a month later after her mother's help using her credit card to get the dress.....
I was suddenly wearing women's clothing....
It turned me on to no end to put that dress on and my girlfriend was really into it as well, seeing me wearing it.
2 years later.... I came out of the pie closet with my girlfriend and around the same time she was curious about pegging....
She absolutely loved pegging me if I was wearing a dress but she never asked or wanted me to go further than that.
Long story short...
One day when she was at work and we had a pie episode planned for the evening....
I was really bored and kind of horny so I put on one of her red PVC dresses and was masturbating in the bedroom of our one bedroom apartment and I hit myself in the face with one of the banana cream pies that was thawing out in the kitchen on the counter.
Unbeknownst to me my girlfriend had told her mother that she could drop off some stuff that she had for her at our apartment.
Her mother walked in on me right after I had hit myself in the face with the banana cream pie.
The way the apartment was laid out I had to run to the bathroom which was in the bedroom and I had to cross the doorway.....
There was no way for me to shut the door to the bedroom and her mother was looking for me.
She saw a flash of red PVC and white as I dashed into the bathroom and closed the door.
Long story short again......
I had to come clean about everything with her mother.
My girlfriend was actually ecstatic about it and eventually when I was taking a road trip with her mother to Atlanta to shop for a expensive PVC raincoat for her to wear, we had a heart to heart honest talk and it came around to the hot pink rubber maid outfit and the fact that she knew that it was for me because she had to give the size measurements over the phone to the people we got it from.
She point blank asked me at one point in our conversation on the road trip if I would go all the way with her.
She wanted to completely transform Me.
Wig, makeup, falsies, fake nails, nail polish, panties, stockings, high-heeled shoes.
I agreed and she literally spent her own money on the outfit that she wanted me to wear.
All I can say is that psychologically letting her transform Me was a complete turn on and I loved the fact that I was the center of attention and I think the best part of being dressed and transformed was having my makeup done.
I remember standing in front of a full length mirror after she was done with me and looking at myself and being incredibly turned on.
I also had to act like a girl for the whole day that I was with her and wait on her hand and foot and do anything that she said. It was completely embarrassing and humiliating and at the same time I loved every second of it.
And my great reward at the end of the day was getting hit in the face with cream pies by her and her daughter.