Robyn's First Dress
Real Life Transgender Stories
I was taller than Linda but not much wider, so her dresses fitted me okay. She tried me in three or four different dresses, then various combinations of blouses and skirts, then back to the dresses and round again, over and over again while she made up her mind.
This was what she was like when she was shopping for herself, never able to make up her mind and it would normally drive me mad. But this time I was the model, in her pretty clothes, and for once I wasn't complaining.
In the end she decided on a long-sleeved Indian print dress in flowing cotton, a hippy style that could go well with sandals - shoe size was a problem, and there was no way I could have fitted into her size fives...
So, that was my first dress. It was a mixture of blue, lavender, and pinkish hues in a soft, soft material that seemed to float with me as I walked. For me, it was a dream come true. By the time saturday night came I was so hyped up I was really scared I would do something silly, like confess to Linda or something like that, but I didn't, not that night anyway - I just had a ball!
Linda seemed to be enjoying herself as well as she made up my face, not to Transformation standards admittedly - there was no beard cover and she didn't even bother with foundation - but just wearing lipstick, rouge and eyeshadow was a big enough thrill for me. I remember I couldn't resist continually licking my lips to remind myself that I really did have lipstick on.
I had long hair in those days, so that was no problem, but Linda set it off with her wide straw hat with a pink silk scarf that tickled the back of my neck. When I looked in the mirror I thought I was the image of Marianne Faithful, although the lady herself could well have sued for slander if I had said so publicly. I half murmered it to Linda and she agreed, with a laugh, that she would call herself Mick.
As Mick and Marianne I was sure we would win first prize, and of course if this was in TV fiction we would have done. But as it happened, we didn't. The honours went to a couple we didn't know, who were incredible. He must have been a TV, and she must have known.
He was only about 5'6" with natural, shoulder length blonde hair and a neat little figure most of the women would have died for. He had on a bright red mini-dress with short puffed sleeves and knee-high boots. He was supposed to be Nancy Sinatra, and his wife, slightly taller than him, was Frank.
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