It Started With a Nightie

For me, the most wonderful aspect of transforming myself is painting my lips. I think that this is because it's such a feminine thing to do. Similarly, painting my toenails and shaving my legs.

By Anne Ritson

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High Heels

My worries over Lynn's feelings towards my crossdressing were assuaged when she told me she'd love to see me in high heels. Quite where she got this bolt from the blue from I don't know, but believe me I'm not complaining! She was insistent about it, even down to wanting twin thick buckle straps at the ankle and the style of the shoe!

The enforced change to my posture made me all the more conscious of the whole effect. My mannerisms and movement had to change and adapt, even I noticed this ans I revelled in it. Lynn was so right about the ankle straps, they definitely have an effect.

When I stand up or walk, my back is straighter and my legs appear longer and far shapelier. My steps have to be smaller and neater, calf and thigh muscles stretch delightedly. I'm always filled with elation when I hear the heels click on the kitchen floor. We are never ever going to get a carpet or carpet tiles in there.

From Lynn I learned that less is often more, toning down my make-up from the full-blown parrot and panda to a more sophisticated look. I remember Lynn's initial reluctance to kiss me after my first attempt at painting my lips, hardly surprising really as I might as well have used an industrial sized brush! The same conclusion occurred in the boob department. I'm slim as well as tall, so big boobs don't work - smaller can be more beautiful and I think Lynn was absolutely right.

Outfits

Being on a restricted budget, neither Lynn nor myself can go on rash spending sprees - thank goodness for charity shops! Whilst our wardrobes are not bursting, they have grown and I've a selection of outfits to experiment with. My days off often coincide with Lynn's work. Well, stick alone in the house with no intention of doing much, a girl has to find something to do, doesn't she!

Not every day and often not all day, but Lynn will sometimes come home to find me dressed. After a quick inspection, we generally end up in bed, so I guess Lynn quite likes the idea of me being at home dressed while she's at work!

How far one goes is obviously dependant upon the individual. I can only speak for myself, of course, and I know how fortunate I must be compared to some of the other articles I've read.

I know I'm never going to pass in public, I would love to do so, but I know that it isn't practicable. It doesn't upset me because I can dress more or less whenever I wish and can stay dressed for as long as I choose. I also have an outlet through my writing. It doesn't really matter whether anyone reads what I write; I can use my creativity to go out for me.

Granted, I'll never buy a drink in a pub when I'm dressed, or go to restaurants etc, but I've done all that in 'real life'. I combine the memories with what I know through my dressing and I've got the best of both worlds.

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