The idea of Alice did not occur to me overnight, rather it was a gradual process culminating with the opportunity to try things out.
In the beginning, there was no Alice. For a while I was just a bloke wearing lingerie and resisted giving my dressed-up self a name.
I don’t recall how I picked Alice as a name, but I remember that I avoided names of people I knew.
As for all first timers, the only lingerie available was that that I had bought for my wife over the previous 10 years or so: it languished in a box, unloved and unworn.
For work reasons, I could not go on the family holiday in August 2012 and so had two weeks at home alone…
That first day I rushed home with excitement and opened the box…
For two weeks, I wore nothing but lingerie in the house, and occasionally under my day clothes.
I shared my photos online (Flickr) and began to receive compliments and nice comments.
I was hooked!
A Man Called Alice 