Linda's Story
Real Life Transgender Stories
Again I didn't dress for a while, but the desire remains so strong. As I've got older I have had to go up a dress size. My favourite at the moment is a plain little black number which I bought in Littlewoods. It hangs above the knee and is tailored from the bust.
Yesterday I decided it was time to see if I could still get into into it. I had bought a lot of new accessories while on holiday in Majorca in the summer. New rings and clips, an 'L'-for-Linda chain, a new watch as my old one had given up and a lovely Moschino shoulder bag with a leather and chain strap. I had also bought some new fashionable ankle strap court shoes from BHS which I wanted to try.
Yes the dress still does fit me. Its a bit tighter that I would like (what woman doesn't think that), but still very much wearable.
So here goes for another night out. Having read the good advice on the Transformation web site, I wanted to go out earlier and be seen more. It took a while to get ready. As I said before, I'm still not very good at makeup, and if more people are to see me I want to look my best.
Under the dress I first put on my Wonderbra knickers into which I always put a pantie liner. After that comes a lovely M&S underwired body which is really comfortable. It doesn't open at the crotch, which makes it difficult to go to the toilet, as I have to get virtually undressed. It's not too bad if I'm wearing a dress with a long back zip, but most inconvenient if I'm in a skirt and top!
Then come the 60 denier tights I mentioned before (it's still winter) followed a lovely little full slip which I've had for years, but it is very pretty and the right length to go under the dress. All in black, of course.
At that stage came the makeup, followed by the dress and the wig. Its time I bought a new wig. I've been looking at the Transformation catalogue and quite fancy a Selina in medium brown. Must make a point of visiting Bury Old Road again!
I topped off my 'Classic Woman' jacket with a nylon scarf and a fashionable little round hat from M&S.
After all this it was later than planned when I was ready to go out. I've recently had new windows and doors fitted, so I had to transfer the correct key to my 'Linda' keyring. I set out but had only gone a few yards before I realised that the new ankle strap shoes with 4 inch heels were not for walking in yet. I'll have to wear them around the house for a while.
Back home I decided upon Plan B, which was to get out my knee length boots. This done, and after renewing my lipstick and a few shots of my new 'Woman' perfume which I had also bought in Majorca, out I went again. Round the upper part of the block and down towards the main road. The boots were not quite so comfortable as I remembered them, but probably because it had been a long time since I had worn heels.
I got down to the main road and heard male voices. Two young lads were across at the bus stop. I realised that as I was later than I intended they must be waiting for the last bus back to the next village.
As I approached I heard a wolf whistle! For a second I thought I had been read. Then I heard two more wolf whistles. There were no jeers or cat calls. This was too good to be true. I was genuinely being wolf whistled! Like any other woman, I held by head high and walked on. I had enjoyed the experience. I hope it happens again!
A couple of cars passed as I walked on, then the last bus. I walked further than I had ever walked before while dressed. I was enjoying myself. But soon I realised I was tired and decided to turn back. I have a plan for very long walk, but that will have to wait.
I got back to the main road and headed for home. More cars passed without incident and I was happy. I was a little apprehensive as I approached the bus stop, but the boys were not there. They must have gone home on the last bus as I had surmised. I wonder if they looked out for me as the bus drove by?
As I started to cross the road back to our estate I heard another car coming. I decided I didn't want to wait to let it pass so I crossed. Just as I got to exactly the same place as I had heard the first wolf whistle, the car passed. After (only a split second) it had passed there was a toot on the horn!
Three wolf whistles and a horn toot! This was my lucky night! The lads in the car must have been on their way back from the pub and had seen a bird! The short dress and boots had definitely done their job!
I walked back up the hill to the house and reflected on a wonderful evening out. Obviously I'm still not too old to excite the male when properly dressed and looking good! The wolf whistles and the toot from the boys in the car helped me to realise what it is really like to be a woman!
Lots of loveLindaXX
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