Meet Veronica Vile: A Gen X Crossdresser on PVC, Public Play and Brutal Honesty

And what can I say about nylon that hasn’t been said a thousand times? If you can’t appreciate the tactile feeling of pulling on stay-ups, only for it to feel even better putting them on freshly shaven legs, I don’t think we can be friends.

Crossdressing Origins: Early Experiences and First Sexual Memories

Q – Do you remember your first orgasm while dressed as a girl?

Veronica – Vividly. My girlfriend at the time and I lived together, and she flew out to visit her parents. By then I wasn’t far off from being able to wear some of her clothes, and I’d already bought my own garter belt and stockings. She had this black PVC trench coat I loved seeing her in. After many drinks I decided to try it on. I found a skirt that fit, a bit tight, and a pink corset I’d bought her that was too big for her but worked for me.

I took a long shower, had a few more drinks, and shaved everything. I put on the garter belt, stockings, skirt, corset, coat, and the black patent heels I’d bought for the occasion. Then I remembered she had more than one wig, and excitedly picked the bob cut with bangs.

Feeling like a proper whore, I got out every toy we owned, dragged the computer into the bedroom (a feat in itself) and had an hours long whack fest that ended with one toy in my ass, one in my mouth, and an orgasm I can still feel. The kind that flows all the way up to your eyelids and down to your toes. Amazing.

Q – And the first time you had any sexual contact with someone while dressed?

Veronica – In 2008 I met up with a girl I’d been chatting with online since 1998. She brought me some of her sister’s clothes, a black silky slip and a pair of pantyhose. That was the night I truly came to terms with wanting to actually look like a woman. I realised when I noticed how smooth my crotch looked in those pantyhose, since up until then I’d only worn thigh highs.

It might be TMI, but I have a micro-penis that recedes into my body when soft, and I’ve come to absolutely love that about myself, especially when I’m dressed up.

To make a long story short, no pun intended, I got too excited about everything that was happening and lost my composure after running my mouth for literally a decade. She was not cool with what I’d just failed to accomplish, and she straight up left. So it started off looking like a fantasy come to life and ended with me sitting nude in a hotel room thinking about trying to talk less and listen more. A lesson was learned that night.

Public Crossdressing: Veronica’s Most Memorable Outings

Q – You mentioned crossdressing in public. Tell us about that.

Veronica – I like to go out in public dressed up when I do what I call “making bad decisions.” I like dressing up and doing cocaine. I also like dressing up, doing coke, and going into the French Quarter and letting whatever happens happen.

Before anyone clutches their pearls, I’ll tell you how rare this is. The last time I drank was August 2019 and the last time I did coke was July 2023. I’m not exactly a social butterfly. I bust my ass at work and I rarely do anything for myself that requires going out of the way besides hotel fun.

The ritual is always the same. Get a hotel room because I don’t want to be anywhere near anyone who knows me, and I don’t want to drive. Hang out in the early evening with some bourbon, then shower and rid myself of body hair. Start dressing up. Once I’m sufficiently skanked out, hit a couple of lines, feel slutty, call a cab, and head into the city. Spend a large portion of the night getting into trouble, occasionally find someone who comes back to the room with me to fool around. We play safely, then I clean myself up and sleep. The next couple of days are hung over, but that’s fun I earned.

Q – Tell us about your most intense encounter while dressed.

Veronica – One of those special nights took shape and I didn’t even know it was happening before it did. I was supposed to see a friend’s band at House of Blues, but on the way I realised I didn’t really want to go. The plan was always to head back to the hotel afterwards and just go for it.

I’d brought a substantial amount of coke, a ton of clothes, shoes, makeup and wigs, and even bought a vintage black patent purse with a gold buckle for the occasion. After eating, I started drinking and listening to music. Around 11pm I showered, watched all my body hair whoosh down the drain, made a pathetic attempt at makeup, and put on a really skanky outfit. Black wetlook spandex garter belt, sheer thigh highs, black PVC skater skirt, fishnet top, a black and red corset bustier over the fishnet, black lace bra big enough to pass for a tube top (stuffed, of course, I hadn’t graduated to silicone boobs yet), and a black crimped wig with bangs down to my shoulders. Converse instead of heels for the walking. I won’t pretend it was subtle.

I called a cab company and asked if they could send someone who was at the very least not a bigot. The driver who picked me up couldn’t have been nicer. We had a wonderful conversation about all sorts of naughty things on the way into the city. He said I was the first crossdresser he’d ever interacted with, or he was a very convincing liar, because he had a ton of questions. When he dropped me off he gave me his number to call when I was ready to be picked up.

The city itself was uneventful. The bars were dead, no one was out, and people on Bourbon Street kept staring and asking for money. I called him to come back and meet me on Canal. By then I was drunk and having a blast on my own, ripe to be taken advantage of.

When we got back to my hotel, the young couple in the room next door had earlier given me the best compliment ever. The girl said “You GO girl!” and the guy said “Damn.” They were pretty speechless when I walked in with the cab driver in tow.

I’m not gay, but I am pretty bisexual. I’m not attracted to men, but in this case here was someone who clearly had unresolved things he wanted to experiment with as much as I did. I took a shot of bourbon, hit two massive lines, put on my heels, hopped in bed, and with zero hesitation began blowing him like I’d been doing it for years. I made him play with my clitty a little bit, just to have someone else do it instead of me. He somehow knew I was into degradation and called me every name in the book while I pleasured him. After about 30 minutes he grabbed the back of my head, forced me down, and finished right down my throat. I didn’t expect that at all.

The best part was that afterwards he just got up, put his clothes back on without a word, and left. Oh. My. GOD. I felt amazing. I spent the rest of the night on cam, playing for whoever wanted to watch, and even though it was one of the greatest nights of my life I never had an orgasm. But I felt like I’d won the world, and I was totally fine with that. Still am.

Q – Shopping. Does going clothes shopping with another girl excite you?

Veronica – Absolutely. My co-worker and I go to the thrift store all the time. She’s super into my dressing up and has great fashion sense. We have a wonderful time together. It’s one of the only things we actually look forward to, since we both have pretty boring lives outside of work.

Q – If you could spend an evening playfully dressing up with anyone, who would it be?

Veronica – That same co-worker, and I probably will at some point. I don’t feel that way towards her sexually, but she has great fashion sense, she’s actually into gender bending, she’s brilliant at makeup which is essential, and she’s a wonderful wing-man. I’m willing to bet we’d find someone for me to have fun with. I’m positive of that.

Q – If you could body swap with anyone in the world for 24 hours, who and why?

Veronica – No one. I’m super happy with who I am.

Q – And if a fairy godmother made you the object of someone’s deepest desire for 24 hours?

Veronica – Easy. I’d be Zero from Training Zero on XHamster. He lives a full 24/7 FLR with his wife, always in chastity, fulfilling her every desire. Except I’d be in head to toe women’s latex, no face hood, full makeup, for a day. Yeah, I think that would be a fun time.

Veronica’s story is part of the 2025 Crossdresser Survey. Read more community stories — try Vinny Anna’s story, a UK crossdresser with equally vivid experiences.

Neurodivergence and Crossdressing: Is There a Connection?

Q – You suspect you’re on the spectrum. I’ve wondered whether there’s a higher incidence of neurodivergence in crossdressers. What do you think?

Veronica – I definitely have some form of autism. I have all kinds of quirks. I eat pizza one ingredient at a time. Sorting things makes me way happier than anyone should ever be. Every test I’ve taken points towards autism, and the fact that I like to escape reality as often as I can definitely lends to it. I’ve seen therapists many times but never been diagnosed with anything besides everyone’s favourite, depression, and all they ever wanted to do was put me on more medication. I tried Wellbutrin and for two weeks I felt unstoppable. After that, nothing.

Honestly, I think most people in the developed world are depressed. We want for nothing if we have the means, and in turn we have nothing to strive for. Once you stop being hungry and get full, you’ve completely missed the mark on why you had an appetite in the first place. That’s why I try to do as much as I can, so I can find the things that truly make me naturally happy. There’s nothing like playing music with friends, completing a huge art project, or looking back on something you’ve poured your soul into and feeling proud of it.

I also think people assume crossdressing means some kind of mental disorder. They’re right, but for the wrong reasons. Anyone in that category who has done any real self-reflection has come to the conclusion that they’re “different” in some way, that “a man is a man and a woman is a woman” isn’t something they feel hard-wired in themselves. By the strictest definition, sure, that’s a mental disorder. But they’re wrong to think it’s a negative thing. That’s the rub. That’s exactly how they look at it.

Thank you so much for taking the time, Veronica. Honesty is everything to me, and you delivered it in spades. You can find her as VeronicaLovesPVC on Fetlife and SometimesVeronica on Fetish.com.

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Jenny xx