Our Tips For Wearing That Perfect Wig 



1. Wig Size

If your wig is too loose or too tight, it won’t feel comfortable, and it won’t look natural. All our wigs are fully adjustable so you will find the perfect fit for you. Also wearing a wig cap will make you feel more comfortable and secure so you be confident that you have the best fitting and looking wig as possible. 

2. Wig Colour

Next, we’re going to explore how to choose the right wig colour. If you’re wearing a wig for the first time, we recommend choosing a wig colour that closely matches your current or most recent hairstyle. A subtle colour change will make your transition to wig wearing easier.

Another tip when choosing your wig colour is to consider your skin tone. The shade and tone of one hair colour will suit some skin tones better than others. A good colour match will not only give you a more natural look but will help you feel more confident in your wig. 

When you gradually become more used to wearing a wig, you can start to play around with colours and try out more dramatic styles!  We have lots of multi tonal wigs that will make you feel just gorgeous and feminine.  

3. Wig Type

Another important step when determining ‘which wig is right for me?’ is deciding on the wig type you want.  The most common wig types are: Long and Curly, Long and Straight, Layered and the Classic Bob ! 


Here are a few of our most popular styles:

Cassandra Longer Style Bob

Longer bob style female wig.

With a full fringe, this just above shoulder wig comes in 2 fabulous colours:

  • Blonde
  • Dark Brown

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Savannah Long Wavy Style Full Female Wig

A beautiful long and glamorous wig from our deluxe collection. A captivating and stunning longer style full female wig, with layered straight hair that just flicks up lightly at the ends.

Available in dark brown/chocolate mix or blonde spectrum mix with our unique locked in stying. Fully adjustable for a secure fit. 

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Sophie Modern Shorter Bob Style Full Female Wig

A shorter bob style full female wig with extra long fringe and sides that frame & feminise your face.

Sophie Style. Available in a choice of 3 colours:

  • blonde
  • dark brown
  • auburn/ginger mix

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Sandy Long Haired Female Wig With Fringe


Get an instant female look with our sandy long haired female wig with fringe. Available in two sexy colours.

Want to get an instant, sexy feminine look? Our sandy long-haired female wig with a fringe is just what you need. Simply throw it on to give yourself a stylish look that can be paired with any outfit. Even better, our sandy long-haired female wig with a fringe comes with a free luscious red lipstick and glamourous dangly clip-on earrings to complete your look - amazing! 

Colours: Dark Brown / Blonde

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A Short Story - Samantha's First Dress 


I know someone else said this already, but, like many stories, mine starts at the beginning. Now it is probably a good idea to launch into a fine array of theories as to why people cross dress. I will do that in time but as this is essentially one person's account of female impersonation, I will keep the clinical stuff and the psycho-babble to a minimum. This story will be interspersed by random musings on the causes of this constellation of femininity - but it is beyond the scope of this writer to offer anything new, save for his/her own experiences. So on with the show...   My first dress (clearing my throat now, like any great storyteller) was one of the prettiest sights my young male eyes had ever seen. It was of a silk-like material and while predominately white, it had pretty little blue and yellow birds variegated throught its delicate cut. There was aplique on the hem and around the short sleeves and it seemed to whisper femininity when it was disturbed. Just looking at this fine garment set off fireworks in my head and butterflies in my stomach. I knew instantly that I wanted it, and more importantly, that I wanted to wear it. There was of course a small problem, I was six years old and it belonged to my eight year old sister. So with all the ingenuity that a six year old could muster I took the unprecedented step of getting actively involved in my older sisters' games and, once I had infiltrated their girlie society, I ventured a new game of my own devising. "Why don't we all play dress up?", I said with a conviction that belied my uncertainty. To my eternal surprise they acceeded instantly and without any conferring. I was soon to learn why. You see, 'dress up' for them was the perfect opportunity to humiliate their otherwise aloof little brother. They understood this tacitly and began, with great urgency, the transformation process. A smear of soot above their lips from the old chimney and the donning of some ties and they were complete. I would have protested at their hastily improvised male guises, but I was far too eager to move on to myself. They launched at me with obvious glee and held up a dress for me to climb into. "Wait!", I screamed. I didn't want just any dress, I wanted that dress. But how could I articulate that without betraying my cunning? Necessity is the mother of invention they say and a new twist to the game had just been neccessitated. "You lay all the dresses on the bed there, and I'll close my eyes and jump on one." Brilliant!! "That will be my dress", I insisted.   It mattered little to them which dress I wore, so they gave each other a cursory look and then nodded affirmatively in unison. Closing my eyes I made a mental note of where 'my' dress was and jumped headlong at it - a manouvere that pre-figured my dressing in later life. A considerable crash and bruised cheek later, I lay on the floor dazed. My eldest sister holding my prize above me - that dress. It had an incredible anodyne effect on my post-crash aches and my transformation began in earnest.   That first experience was the beginning of a life of dressing. I went through all the various stages: Plastering lipstick en masse; donning every fuax pas fashion could muster; wearing heels and walking like an ostrich. These days, I'm pleased to say, I have mcuh more fashion sense, have finally got to grips with liquid eyeliner and am generating a much stronger female aura - all good things come in time. Vive la femme!! Samantha