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Nov 201520

Robyn's First Dress

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First Dress

It was the summer of 1972 and my fiancee and I had gone for two weeks of sun, sand and sangria on a package tour to Ibiza. Linda and I were getting married that autumn and this was our first real holiday away together, just the two of us with no friends or relatives to get in the way. I have been a transvestite for as long as I can remember, at least in the way that I had always fantasised about being dressed as a girl. It was a compulsive dream but not a compulsive act. Although I was 19 at that time, I had never worn a frock. On the first morning everyone was gathered together in the hotel lounge and told about the entertainment on offer during our holiday. There were trips across the island here and there, barbecues and discos, but it was one in particular that really excited me - a his 'n' hers party on the first saturday night. "It's not compulsory of course," said the bubbly rep with the long brown legs, "but most couples join in and it can be a real giggle." I could hardly believe my ears as she said it, but she did... "the girls come as the boys, and the boys come as the girls." Nearly thirty years later, I can remember that moment even now, as if it had only just happened. Linda was all for a bit of fun and we duly booked on almost every trip going. To my absolute delight, she was also keen on the his 'n' hers party. I tried to play it cool, but inside I was so excited I could hardly speak, and there was still four days to go... Somehow I kept myself together for the first two days, and never mentioned the party, but eventually I just had to talk about it. We had just been out to look at the place were they filmed South Pacific and were coming back to the coach when I asked Linda what we were both going to wear. I was so nervous I was sure she could tell. I just remember her saying we would have to sort it out when we got back, and I was too scared to say anything else. When we returned that afternoon she was as good as her word. I had the most wonderful time of my whole life, something I will never, ever forget. Linda soon chose the shirt and trousers she would wear on the night, and then it was my turn to be kitted out. I was in absolute heaven.

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.

Nowadays, being a bit braver on the TV front than I once was, I would have asked him all sorts of questions, but then I didn't want to draw attention to myself. Perhaps if he was a real TV and is reading this he may get in touch and put me out of my misery. I'm still very curious as to what his wife thought about him being so much prettier than her... To complete my dream I would have given anything to have made love to Linda while we were still cross dessed, but there was no hope of that. I tried to kiss her but she wouldn't have it - "I'm not a lesbian, you know", she said curtly. End of dream. That holiday was not only the first time I dressed, it was also the last time for many years. Linda and I got married, and divorced, and although I was living on my own I still never came to terms with myself enough to actually buy my own clothes. That had to wait until I discovered Transformation. I now have my own wardrobe of dresses, skirts and suits and go out regularly about the town. However, Linda remains the only woman ever to have dressed me up, and despite our later quarrels I will never forget her for that. Ibiza is always in my mind. Robyn

Nov 201520

Crossdressing Myths

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Crossdressing Myths

Myth: The reason men crossdress is... Fact: There are multiple reasons you'll find men in dresses. A small fraction are entertainers, some are young people demonstrating rebellion. A few crossdress as a sexual fetish while others crossdress to be outrageous (those pig-nosed men cheering their football team from the end zone). But the overwhelming majority of crossdressers do so for another reason entirely - self expression. Myth: Men who wear dresses are homosexuals. Fact: Nope. Most crossdressers are strictly heterosexual. Even though gay Drag Queens are among the most visible (and most outrageous, bordering on vulgar) men in dresses, the proportion of gays among crossdressers is the same small percentage as in the rest of society. Speaking of percentages, it's estimated that 5% of all men are closet (secret) crossdressers. Myth: Crossdressers are seeking sexual partners. Fact: While females sometimes use clothing to signal sexual availability, most of the time a woman's attire is simply a personal expression of attitude and style. It's the same with crossdressers. Myth: Crossdressers are sissies. Fact: I wouldn't risk a broken nose on that. Among my circle of crossdressing friends are Green Berets, Rangers, U.S.M.C. Force Recon snipers, Navy SEALs, law enforcement officers, firefighters, foundry workers, millwrights, test pilots, and even a rocket scientist (really). Crossdressers seem to gravitate toward 'macho' professions, perhaps in denial of their emerging gender expression. Myth: Crossdressing is a psychological problem. Fact: Hardly. Modern psychology accepts that crossdressing is an expression of personality which is as immutable as left-handedness. Any problems crossdressers may develop are in reaction to social stigma, prejudice, and bigotry - not disorder. Social judgment is not a valid basis upon which to regard human idiosyncrasies as mental disorders.

Myth: Crossdressers want surgical sex changes. Fact: Most crossdressers are perfectly happy with their standard issue plumbing. A very few individuals feel so strongly about being a woman trapped in a man's body that sexual reassignment surgery is undertaken, but while sensationalized in the media, these transsexuals are quite rare. Myth: Crossdressing is a sin. Fact: Here's the verse that disapproving Christians dig up to wave under our noses - from the King James, Old Testament: Deut. 22:5 The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment: for all that do so are abomination unto the LORD thy God. The simple fact that the holier-than-thou types ignore the primary prohibition in that verse (lest they sleep on the sofa, I suspect) betrays a curious double standard. Obviously, it's not really about God's word; it's about finding a verse to quote out of context as justification for their prejudice. Except that their ranting ties devout Christian crossdressers in spiritual knots, such blatant hypocrisy would be hilarious. Myth: Crossdressers are perverts. Fact: This misunderstanding is the result of media driven stereotypes (Psycho, Silence of the Lambs, Rocky Horror Picture Show, etc.) and is not based on fact. Crossdressing is simply an outer expression of inner feminine feelings. Mothers and children needn't feel threatened. Recent history would suggest that clerical collars and clown white makeup are far more reliable indicators of potential pedophelia. Myth: Crossdressing is illegal. Fact: With the possible exception of a few ancient and largely unenforcable disguise ordinances, people are free to wear whatever fashion and style of clothing they choose and cannot be compelled by authorities to restrict their apparel to gender specific attire, else women wouldn't be seen in pantsuits, jeans, T-shirts, etc.

Nov 201520

Disguised in Skirts (Part 1)

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Disguised in Skirts

I first met Rita in the winter of 1982 in the make-up department of a top store in Manchester. It was late afternoon - one of those dull dreary November days. I was due go to a little "do" that evening in a local pub, where a number of like minded people met every week. I was already dressed as a woman ready for the evening's jollities. I remember I was wearing a new olive green straight skirt I had bought the previous week and it fitted me like a glove, making me look slim and elegant. With it I was wearing a beige silk blouse and a little green and brown silk scarf. Of course Rita could see very little of my sartorial elegance as I was wearing a three quarter length swing back camel hair coat to keep out the chill. Whether she picked me out as a transvestite or not, I do not know. At first glance I was reasonably sure that she was one, even though se was stylishly dressed in a black tailored suit and a white silk blouse. Her feet in their high heeled patent leather court shoes and black stockings seemed very small - one of the things that made me uncertain as to whether or not she was actually a fellow traveller. Nevertheless, there was something about her, -- I could not put my finger on it, but there was something not quite right. "That's a beautiful colour" - I acknowledged, as she tried a lipstick on the back of her manicured hand. She looked up with a start, her eyes momentarily frightened. Yes, I ad been right. "Yes", she replied, forcing a little smile as she stared at me. In the moment we both knew the other was a fellow traveller, and I saw her relax. We chatted away for several minutes afterwards about make-up in general and then I suggested that she might like to join me upstairs for a coffee in the cafeteria it being such a miserable cold day. She agreed readily as we toddled on our high heels. "How did you know?" she asked as she sipped her coffee. "Darling," I smiled, "when you've been at it as long as I have it is extremely difficult for someone to deceive you!" "Oh", she sighed, obviously upset that I had "read" her. "Look, you're extremely good - one of the best I've ever seen. You mustn't take offence." "No, it's not that. It's just that, as far as I know, I've never been read before." "Really?" I smiled eyebrows raised. "Not as far as I know, anyway" Oh dear, how we deceived ourselves, I thought. The poor girl, good as she was, had probably been "read" by a good few people before now. "Have you been doing it a long time?" I enquired casually - not wanting to appear to pry. "Since 1972 - since I was twelve"

"My goodness - no wonder you're so good! Did your parents know?" "My mother started me off", she smiled. "Well I must say that's decidedly unusual. Tell me more." And so she told me her story...

As I mentioned earlier her femme name was Rita, but her real name was Roger and she was born in Reading in a beautiful house with gardens sloping down to the river. Both her parents worked and she was an only child. Her father was a city solicitor and her mother an architect. Roger's earliest memories were of the furious rows between his parents. His father was demanding, domineering and short tempered, and always complaining about something. His mother was artistic and gentle by nature and always ended up in tears during the rows. Roger was terrified of his father, who frequently beat him, even when he was only 3 or 4 years old. His mother would try to intercede on his behalf but usually ended up being brutally beaten herself for her pains. Roger did not go into a lot of detail about his early life with his father but it was obvious that both he and his mother were physically terrified of the man. Eventually his mother decided to break up the marriage and start a new life with Roger. She was welcome to go as far as Roger's father was concerned but Roger stayed - under no circumstances would he let his son go. He would have made him a ward of court - anything, but he stayed with his father. Roger, who overheard all this being shouted across the dining room table on evening, was distraught - as was his mother. Under no circumstances would she desert Roger, she whispered to him as he clung to her and wept bitter tears in the privacy of his bedroom. Two weeks later his father had to go up to London for a weekend conference. As soon as she had left his mother hurried home from work, packed some clothes for both of them and they drove off into the night in her little Renault - both of them determined never to return. That night they stayed in a small hotel on the outskirts of Birmingham. His mother had had the forethought to withdraw all her money from the bank in cash before leaving in order to avoid being traced by her husband. When his father returned home late on Sunday night, and realised what had happened, how his wife had outwitted him, he was beside himself with rage and frustration. On the Monday morning he set about making Roger a ward of court, and thanks to his influential position, ensured that the story was published in most of the national daily papers, together with photographs of Roger and his mother. Roger's mother saw their photographs in the paper on the Tuesday morning and was panic stricken. She was determined that she would never let her husband have Roger, but how to avoid detection - that was the problem.

She sat in the hotel, rocking backwards and forwards as she cuddled Roger who, even at the age of twelve, was glad of the warming assurance. Suddenly she got up off the bed and put on her coat - her mind made up. "I'm going out for a while, Roger. You must stay here. Under no circumstances must you leave this room or let anyone in - anyone at all. Is that clear?" "Where are you going?" Roger demanded to know. "When will you be back?" "I'm going to the shops - to the town centre. I should be back within a couple of hours. Now remember, stay here whatever happens." With that she was gone, leaving young Roger alone. He stared out of the window and watched the little red Renault drive off, feeling frightened and alone.

It was, in fact the best part of two and a half hours before Roger heard a car pull up outside again and rushed to the window. It was not the Renault and his heart sank. However, out of the battered Fiat stepped his mother clutching armfuls of carrier bags and parcels? Roger rushed to the door and unlocked it, waiting for his mother to appear down the corridor. "Get inside!" she ordered sharply as she came into view, almost smothered by parcels. She threw the parcels onto the bed, ordering him to close and lock the door. "What happened to the car?" Roger asked. "I've sold it - part exchanged it for another one. Your father would have traced through one of his contacts. It was much too risky." "Do you really think he will go to all those lengths to get us back, mother?" "Any lengths - he will see this as personal - a humiliation. It's not me - I could go to hell as far as he is concerned. It's you he'll be after, Roger. Here, come into the bathroom", she ordered. Both Roger and his mother had dark brown hair - almost black. It being the early seventies Roger, like most boys at the time , wore his hair quite long - much to his father's disgust, who had numerous rows with his mother about it. An hour after his mother's return they were sitting on the bed staring at each other fascinated, for they were both as blonde as it as possible to be. "It suits you" Roger said to his mother, grinning. "You don't look so bad yourself," his mother replied. "You think we're safe now then?" "No way! This is only the beginning," she said starting to unpack her parcels. "By the time we've finished he'll never find you. We'll be safe."

Roger stood fascinated as he watched his mother unpack the parcels and horrified as he saw the contents and begun to realise what was going to happen. She had spread out on the bed a girl's pink gingham dress with a large white collar and cuffs, a silky white vest and knickers, a lace trimmed waist slip and a pair of white ankle socks. "What are they for?" Roger whispered, but he already knew. "Your disguise, darling," his mother smiled encouragingly. "Get undressed - quickly." "No!" He gasped. "Don't be silly, Roger." she said impatiently. "I'm not wearing a dress - not for anyone." "Do you realise your father has got every policeman in the country on the look out for us - a woman with a twelve year old boy?" "I know, but�" "Any policemen worth his salt would have us placed in no time at all." "Not with blonde hair - we've both got blonde hair now.", "That's a help certainly, but it's not enough. Now come on put these on," se demanded, holding up the knickers. Roger blushed and shook his head vigorously. "I can't", he muttered. "Alright then, I might just as well take you down to the station and put you on a train back to your father.", she snapped. "Is that what you want? Do you want to live with him, alone - without me, until you're old enough to leave home? Do you want to be beaten and shouted at all the time?" "No, No," Roger whispered. "Then get undressed - if you want to stay with me, get undressed and put these things on, Roger, "she said sternly. It was not that his mother was unkind, on the contrary, but she was desperate and determined that her violent and selfish husband would not get Roger. Slowly, reluctantly Roger stripped off his shirt and long trousers, watched by his mother. When he was standing naked in the middle of the room she handed him the kickers again. Deeply embarrassed, he pulled them on. Next his mother slipped the little silk vest over his head and told him to tuck it into his knickers. She helped him to step into the lace fringed little waist slip and settle it around his waist before handing him the gingham dress. Roger stared at it and then, pleadingly at his mother. To be continued...

Nov 201520

Skincare and Eye Care

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Skincare and Eye Care There is nothing better for your skin and eyes than a good night's sleep, so if you have any problems getting a full 7/8 hours' worth try taking Valavuin herbal tablets, or alternatively mix 2 teaspoons of apple cider vinegar into half a cup of honey. You can store this in a glass jar, and simply take 2 teaspoons full before you go to sleep. Ageing of the skin is caused by the tight collagen structure gradually breaking down, which then does not retain moisture so well, leading in turn to drying and lack of elasticity. I'm wearing reasonably well I'm told (!) so let me tell you what I do to keep my skin and eyes in the best condition possible.

First, the Face: It is absolutely essential to cleanse your skin thoroughly at night. Just think - if acid rain, traffic pollution and lead etc can kill trees and erode stonework, what can they do to your skin? Use a good hypo-allergenic cleanser, as you need to cleanse the eye area as well. Whether you use a wash-off variety or one you wipe off with cotton wool is up to you, but do ensure any cotton wool you buy is 100% pure, as cheaper brands will have other material mixed in which will irritate your skin and eyes. Next, go over your face with toner on cotton wool, and be amazed as yet more dirt and oil is removed. Next spray your face lightly with mineral water. You can buy Evian Water in aerosols, or simply use a small plant sprayer, kept solely for this purpose. Now you need a good cream which will seal in the moisture and penetrate the top layers of skin. If you are in a position to use our hormone cream then so much the better, as the oestrogen content will reduce the pore size and improve the texture. In the morning use toner and again apply a moisturiser, and if you can wear make-up then so much the better - it has the double benefit of sealing in the moisture and protects your skin from pollutants in the air. Your skin also needs vitamins gained from exposure to sunlight so do ensure you get enough fresh air, but do not confuse this with sunbathing / tanning, as this is terribly harmful and causes premature ageing. Another definate no-no is smoking - it ruins your skin and gives an unpleasant odour to your clothes and hair. Avoid too much alcohol, it dehydrates your skin and destroys vitamin C. Fice alcohol units is the absolute maximum, and only half that amount if you are on female hormones. You are what you eat so do try to eat a balanced diet with plenty of vegetables, fresh fruit, fish and poultry, avoiding too many fried foods (which cause greasy skin) or sweets (which can cause complexion problems).

Next, The Eyes The outstanding feature of most transvestites and transsexuals is the eyes. Normally, both groups have longer lashes than ordinary females, so you should look after your best asset carefully. This is what I do depending on whether I am going out or not. The Tea Bag Trick Simply wet two tea-bags (it doesn't matter how many perforations they have), lie down and place one on each eye for 10 minutes. This takes away puffiness and dark circles miraculously before you go out for the evening. Cool Cucumber Cut 2 thin slices of cucumber and put one on each eye for 15 minutes, and then splash eyes with cool water. Especially good if you have been out in bright sunlight or have been working at a computer screen etc. Finally, The Body: Skin is the largest organ in the body. Not only does it keep all the ugly bits inside, but it is alive. It is full of tiny holes (pores) which let moisture out - but not in, thankfully, otherwise taking a bath would make you fat. It really is worth looking after your skin, and this is my regime: Bathe daily in warm (not hot) water, washing with a good brand of liquid soap. Once a week use a loofah and exfoliating cream. Your skin should be bright pink when you've finished scrubbing, and all the dead skin will be removed. Use a pumice stone or skin file on any hard skin on your feet. Always add bath oil to the water after washing, and soak to get a coating before getting out and patting dry with a soft towel. Use a good cream to seal in moisture. If all this sounds like hard work, it's not. It's very pleasurable, especially if you can get someone else to rub in the body cream! Give up some television time to ensure you follow this regime - you'll look better and feel better, and that's a promise!

Nov 201520

New Year Celebration - Transgender Story

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Transgender Story

During the festive period there is always a lot more socialising than usual and, while this is all very nice, in my case there is an element of reluctance in accepting invitations - it means the loss of that marvellous contentment I can have when at home alone. With a lot of persuasion I agreed to join several friends for dinner and to celebrate the New Year at a local hotel. But how can one really be enthusiastic when, as soon as I had on my dress shirt, I was wishing it was a blouse of silk and lace, the bow tie - a beautiful necklace - and instead of the dinner suit, a gorgeous satin skirt [but then I changed my mind and decided a pretty cocktail dress would be more suitable].....and so the thought went on and on and remained with me all night. After an excellent seven course dinner, which took up the most of three hours, I soon became rather bored trying to show interest in my male friends conversation and wandered off into the ballroom. It was great to see so many people appearing to be really relaxed and enjoying themselves, but standing there was poor me, very much on guard with myself, and as always so envious of the girls of all ages, thinking of all the pleasures I had missed. On returning to the lounge it pleased me to settle down amongst the ladies of the party for another drink or two and join in all the chatter of local gossip and other subjects such as christmas presents, the food we had all just managed to consume, dieting and clothes etc. It did not take long for me to mention my few rather dull presents, but I did admit to having treated myself to one, a pair of shoes. How I wished I could have described them truthfully and told them they had 2 1/2 inch heels. They just couldn't understand why I too was seriously going to stick to a strict diet for a while, but I knew it was for exactly the same reason as theirs. Although it did go through my mind that I might have an advantage in that an extra tug or two on my waist clincher would help to do the trick for the time being. It was a little disappointing when they started talking about clothes because they could not have thought very much about my imaginary 'lovely dress' as it naturally never got a mention. Instead, I had to accept a few unwanted compliments about my smartness which only made me wonder what the gossip would have developed into if it had beem realised how I was hating having to spend so long in a suit. Especially that my 'black socks' actually covered my legs finishing up over satin and lace panties, and that under the so called smart shirt were two very lonely skin supports anxiously awiating those treasured miacle boobs left behind at home. Midnight came with all the usual merriment and greetings with kiss after kiss for all the girls, but of course not even a peck for me. Back home in the early hours, my suit disguarded, I was soon in bed looking at the undies, blouse and skirt I had put on a chair ready for me to make a really satisfying start to the year, even if only for a short while after a few hours sleep. I then relaxed and rolled over onto my back with one hand resting on my tummy, the other caressing the sweet embroidery and lace on the bodice of my nightie and what had reappeared on my chest. After turning out the light, I curled up and went into dreamland of how much nicer the evening could have been if only.......and then suddenly, I felt a strong arm find its way under my shoulder coaxing me to turn over, and soon I was enjoying a New Year cuddle and a loving goodnight kiss. Yes, even in my 70th year I still have lonely dreams and with that most comforting one, I dropped off to sleep a happy woman. Lesley

Nov 201520

All You Need

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ALL YOU NEED

All you need to - our top ten for convincing femininity. With over twenty years experience in transforming men into beautiful women you can rest assured that with our expertise, knowledge and high quality products you will be able to transform yourself at home into a convincing female. Our female figure moulding, transforming and feminising products have been developed, designed and and manufactured exclusively by Transformation. Our aim being to give you that amazing convincing look and all over feel of a real lady. Many first time visitors to the website and our shops are a little overwhelmed by the array and choice of products. If you ever get a chance to visit one of our shops then you will be offered a one on one personal advisory service by one of our friendly mature female staff, who will show you all you will need for convincing femininity. To assist you on this site we have listed below our top ten items that you will need from "head to toe" to achieve your dream of convincing femininity. 1.1. Most important of all - breasts. If you can afford the best then it has to be our "Creme De La Creme" silicone breasts. Plus with our adhesive kits you an even experience the joy of going bra-less. 2.2. For that hourglass female waistline you will need a tight lacing corset. This will pull your waist in by up to 8 inches (20cm). 3.3. To hide and tuck away your maleness you will need one of our realistic vaginas or maybe a cache sex 4.4. For those essential female body shaping curves, our hip and bottom shaping garments will give you extra inches, where you need them - on your hips and bottom. 5.5. Beautiful lingerie silky, lacy, satin, sheer and see thru. You will need a bra, knickers, suspenders, petticoats and slip. Why not include a basque. Not forgetting your hosiery - stockings or tights, sheer, seamed or fishnet. 6.6. Top clothing. With so much to choose from, including short sexy mini skirts or clingy lycra dresses and fun uniforms. 7. 7. Footwear. Court shoes, sandals or boots. From one inch to six inches. If it's your first pair we would suggest no higher than four inch heels. You will be amazed how feminine and slender your legs will look in a pair of our stilletto heels. 8.8. Your crowning glory - a beautiful wig. Long or short, curly or straight with hundreds to chose from you are sure to find what you are looking for. 9.9. Cosmetics. A must have is our miracle cover kit, to hide your dark shadow areas. Then we would suggest our complete Transformation make up kit. Not sure where it all goes or how to apply it? Then include our make up lesson DVD or vhs video. 10.10. Then finally remember "Accessorise to Feminise". Every woman just loves wearing jewellery. Include a pair of our dangly clip on earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, a ring and last but not last a hand bag.

Nov 201520

What Can Be Achieved

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WHAT CAN BE ACHIEVED

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Nov 201520

Take a Letter, Jenny Part Two - Jennys Story

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TAKE A LETTER JENNY PART TWO - Jennys Story

Saturday was so frenzied that Jenny never had the time to think too much about the humiliation of serving complete strangers whilst dressed as a maid. Lisa was constantly sending her scurrying off to prepare vegetables or mix sauces. When the preparations for the meal were complete, Jenny was ordered to continue cleaning the house and, following an inspection by Lisa, was summoned to her bedroom. "Ah, there you are! I want you to help me get dressed for this evening. Select my underwear while I have my bath. Oh, and iron my dress... but be careful." Jenny picked up the turqoise and black patterned taffeta dress and gazed at it with envy. It was sleeveless, and cut to reveal the shoulders, emphasising the feminine neck of her mistress. The bodice looked fairly tight, but the lower half of the skirt swirled out to end at mid calf. Jenny stood in front of the mirror and held the dress in front of her, romanticising about the feeling of glamour it could provide. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from the mirror, disconcerted that such girlish feelings could be coming to the surface so easily. Ironing the dress was a nightmare. Jenny's nervous fingers had to work as gently as possible to prevent the dress from being ruined by the heat of the iron. After mincing back to her mistress's bedroom, Jenny proceeded to select the most sensual and delicate lingerie. She chose very pale blue silk stockings with a little butterfly pattern just above the heel. Matching high heel shoes were added, followed by beautiful white satin French knickers with dainty lace trim, a wispy white lace basque for utter femininity. Jenny laid the garments gently on the bed, again feeling twinges of envy and wishing she could be allowed to look so seductively glamorous. When Lisa returned from her bath she seemed pleased with the selection Jenny had made. She gave her a little pat on the buttocks as a sign of approval and Jenny blushed with pride. Lisa let the towel fall from around her, revealing her naked body, with no apparent thought for Jenny's presence. Jenny proceeded to help her slip on the garments one by one, trying hard to control her excitement - partly because she was afraid of what punishment might ensue and partly because she didn't want to be reminded of her maleness. Lisa finally finished dressing, and Jenny gasped. Her mistress looked so gorgeous, so utterly, delightfully feminine! "Now then, my pretty little shemale maid. How can we make sure you turn out to be the belle of the ball? Get undressed!"

Jenny did not know what to say. She felt that Lisa had deliberately trapped her, but at the same time she found the prospect quite thrilling. "Yes, all right... but I'll have to get permission from my mistress first." she said. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. Leave it to me. I'll take you to an excellent little Italian restaurant I know. I'll come and pick you up on Wednesday at eight. Make sure you look as gorgeous as you look tonight." The rest of the night went by in a haze and, before she knew it, Jenny was helping the guests with their coats and curtsying to them as they left. As she was tidying up, she noticed Lisa staring intently at her from the other side of the room. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Jenny?" she asked. "Oh yes, mistress. I hope I served your guests well?" "I think you did a very good job of keeping my guests happy.. especially Steve." H er tone was gently mocking. "Thank you mistress," said Jenny. She meant every word of it, although she did not want to admit, even to herself, that the thought of being romanced and fussed over by a handsome young man could cause her heart to flutter with feelings of submissive bliss. Sunday went by very quickly, as Jenny was kept busy with a variety of household chores. She woke early and changed from her pink satin nightie into her original ensemble. Dressing as a girl felt completely natural now, but although Jenny could have dressed in a matter of minutes she took her time with each item of clothing. It was so pleasurable to feel the smoothness of the stockings, the tightness of the corset and the soft, feminine rustle of the petticoat. She hummed to herself as she placed the apron around her waist and tied the large bow. Suddenly she realised that she would have to make herself up for the first ever time. She tried to remember the routine that Lisa had followed and went over to the dressing table. She usedlong, even strokes to get an even finish to the foundation. The eyeliner was much more difficult, and she needed several attempts before she obtained the right effect. She chose a very subtle light blue eyeshadow and added a hint of blusher high on the cheeks. After some hesitation, a coral pink lipstick was applied and Jenny gave herself a pout of satisfaction in the mirror. She slowly placed the beautiful auburn wig on her head and, even though the effect was similar to the first time she put it on, the feeling of complete transformation flooded over her again. It was amazing how her movements, her gestures, even her voice changed as soon as she looked so fully like a woman.

The first chore was to make her mistress breakfast in bed. Jenny busied herself in the kitchen making cereal, boiled eggs, toast and marmalade, fresh orange juice and a pot of steaming ground coffe. She knocked and entered Lisa's bedroom, placing the tray by the side of her bed before opening the curtains to allow the early winter sunlight to stream in. Lisa slowly opened her eyes and smiled at the thought of being served in such a way. The prospect of having a maid obviously pleased her greatly as her first words were "Thank you Jenny, you really are a little gem. I don't want to let you become that awful John tomorrow - you're much nicer like this." Realisation dawned on Jenny that this was her last day. She had been such a short time in her new role, but already she knew that this was the person she wanted to be. "Thank you mistress. I like me like this as well." She curtsied and swished out of the room, but she could tell her mistress was thinking very deeply about something. That evening, Jenny was busy sewing. She particularly enjoyed this chore as it required delicate movement and made her feel so feminine. Her mistress (which was really how Jenny thought of Lisa now) was sitting on the other side of the room, reading. She looked up from her magazine. "Are you looking forward to going to work tomorrow, Jenny?" she asked. It was hard to admit that her acceptance of her female role was so complete, but Jenny could not lie about something which was so important to her. "No mistress, I'm not. I know it's wrong and I shouldn't be saying this, but I realise now I don't like John. Jenny is so much nicer, and so soft and gentle that I wish I could be like this for a lot longer. I don't know if I can ever be John again." Lisa smiled. "I'm glad you said that. When I was at the office on Friday afternoon I told them that you had telephoned in to say you were very sick and could be off qork for quite some time, so you can be Jenny for a while longer yet. But I think you should earn your keep while you learn the finer arts of being a woman. Can you type?" "Yes mistress, a little" "Good. As I shall be running the office in John's office I will need a temporary secretary. That would be a suitably feminine job for you to do." "But mistress, what if they recognise me?" "You managed to fool Elaine didn't you? I'm sure that you'll be such a good little secretary that no one would even begin to suspect your real identity." Jenny felt a rising panic but realised that her mistress's mind was made up. She would be returning to her old place of work... but as Jenny the secretary rather than John the boss.

On Monday morning Jenny was awake before her alarm went off. She had found sleeping difficult that night. It wasn't just the fear of being found out, or even the strange sensation of returning to work as a mere secretary when she had been so used to being John the boss. Her restlessness stemmed from the fact that Jenny was taking over her personality so completely. The strange, girlish sensations when she thought of Steve, or wore her dresses and high heels, or performed some little domestic chore for her mistress felt perfectly natural. And yet Jenny knew that the more she yielded to them the more she would be trapped in her new role. The question was, did she want to be trapped forever? Jenny rose with the question still dominating her thoughts. She put on her maid's uniform, as she still had to perform her morning chores before getting ready for work. When she took breakfast to her mistress's room she found Lisa already up, preparing a suitable ensemble for Jenny to wear on her first day in her new job. As Lisa took her breakfast, Jenny undressed and exmined the new outfit with typically feminine curiosity. The light grey stockings seemed to soften the outline of her sjapely legs. The pastel blue A-line skirt was mid-calf in length and had a gorgeous little kick pleat to produce a pleasing swirl effect as she walked. The cream coloured silk blouse has delightful little puff shoulders and a rather low neckline. The matching pastel-blue bolero jacket had padded shoulders and mid length sleeves. The high-heeled blue sandals completed the picture of a young girl set for a day at the office. When it was time to leave, Jenny had a recurrence of her earlier feelings of trepidation. This was the first time she had been outside to mingle in the real world dressed as a woman. The first thing that hit her was the cold feeling of the early morning breeze as it played around her legs. It gave her a strange tingle as she realised how vulnerable it made her feel. The drive to work seemed to take forever. Jenny spent the whole journey worrying about how the girls in the department would react and whether she would be found out - the consequences of which would be that John could never work there again... in fact, it could be the end of him altogether. But then, would that be such a disaster? To make herself more convincing, Jenny fussed endlessly with her clothes and make-up while they were stuck in traffic. She smoothed down her skirt to get the most pleasing effect, applied and re-applied more lipstick, teasing her hair into more flowing, feminine waves. Lisa watched from the corner of her eye, but gave little encouragement apart from saying "Don't worry, Jenny, you look lovely. I'm sure the girls will treat you just like one of them." Jenny tried to look as confident as she could, then went back to toying with her hairstyle. When they arrived at work, Lisa ushered Jenny into her office and asked her to wait while she explained to the rest of the department what was going on. Jenny sat demurely, trying to listen to the voices in the outer office but she could not make the words out clearly. Lisa came in with a wry smile on her face and led Jenny out. "Right girls, gather round. I want you to meet Jenny, who will be acting as the department's secretary for a while. Any little jobs that you want doing, just ask and I'm sure she'll be only too willing to oblige... she's a real sweetie. Oh, and as I've just told you, Jenny used to be known to you as John, our boss."

Jenny felt as though her legs had been kicked from under her! After all the promises Lisa had revealed her true identity... what would happen now? Jenny looked around at the other girls and saw that they were eager to take their chance of revenge for their previous mistreatment at the hands of John. Elaine was the first to speak. "Well, Jenny, this is a real turn-up isn't it? You had me completely fooled when I called round on Friday. You should have been born a girl - it suits you." The other girls giggled, but she carried on. "Don't think we don't know how badly John used to treat us and look down on us. This is our chance to apply some of the same treatment. We've all promised not to reveal your little secret to senior management... just so long as you're a good little girl and do as you're told." Jenny winced inwardly, but she managed to smile and say in her most feminine voice, "I will be good, and I'll try and do everything you ask of me. I'm sorry for the way I treated you all before, but I promise I'll make it up to you." Some of the girls looked a little unconvinced, but before anybody could say any more, Lisa stepped in. "OK girls, we have plenty of work to do. Now come along, Jenny darling, I want you to take a letter." She gave Jenny a little pat on the buttocks as she minced past and the other girls laughed. Jenny was red faced with embarrassment but followed Lisa - now her boss as well as her mistress - into her office. The rest of the day went by in a mad whirl. The other girls seemed to make up as many jobs as possible for Jenny to do, but by the end of the day she seemed to have won some of their confidence with her quiet acquiescence in her new role in the department. She was sent off mid-morning with Debbie to make drinks for the rest of the girls and found herself giggling about boys and chatting earnestly about clothes with a girl who she had only days before been trying to seduce. At one point, Debbie clasped her hand and said "I don't care what you've been or done before. I like you as your are, Jenny, we could be good friends." Tears welled in Jenny's eyes. She realised that she loved being a girl and being allowed to be close to other girls. Jenny wanted to think romantic thoughts about Steve and discuss the latest fashions with other girls. Perhaps, if she was a good maid for Lisa, and a good secretary for the department, John would be allowed to fade away completely and Jenny could enjoy the girlish fantasies and feminine lifestyle that had now taken over completely. Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of her mistress. "Pop in here a minute, Jenny darling. I want you to take some dictation." Jenny swished into her mistress's office and gracefully sat down, resting one silk-clad leg over the other and placing her notebook demurely on her lap. Yes, Jenny would be around for quite some time, of that she was certain... The End

Nov 201520

The Actress

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"Ok, that's enough for the day, see you all next week" the director called out from her seat in the front row of the theatre. The actress, Paul sighed and made to follow the other actors off the stage. The rehearsals for the play were not going well and he knew that he was primarily to blame. He knew too that his friendship with the director would not prevent him from losing his job if he did not improve quickly. "Paul, could I speak to you for a minute?" As if divining his thoughts Sarah called him from where she sat in the stalls in the front of the stage. "What's the problem?" she asked when he pushed down the seat next to her and lowering himself dejectedly into it. He made no pretence of not knowing what she was talking about. "I just can't identify with the part," he told her honestly, "it doesn't work for me." Sarah looked concerned. "You know how important your role is. The audience have to believe that you really are a woman up to the final act, not just a man in drag." Paul looked at her without speaking. Any other director would have sacked him already and he honestly could not blame her if that's what she decided to do now. "I'm going to give you one week to get this right or I'll have to get someone else," she told him. "But I think you are going to need some radical help." "What do you mean?" Paul asked. He was happy to have been given another week and was willing to listen to anything that she might suggest. "I think it might help if you were to live as a woman for a while. That's the only way I can think of that you are going to learn to fit the role and be convincing." Paul stared at her in disbelief, but he saw immediately from her determined expression that she was not joking. "I can't do that," he rejected the suggestion, "it wouldn't work." "Thats up to you to decide," Sarah said standing up. "Really its a question of how badly you want this part. And if you are a good enough actor to play the part then you will make it work." She got up then and started walking along the aisle towards the exit. Paul stared after her and knew instinctively that she had washed her hands of him. She had questioned his commitment and challenged his ability. After that it was up to him. He had one week in which to prove that he was right for the part or else he would be out of a job. "Wait," he shouted and ran after her, "I'll need help." She turned back to him, and to his relief she smiled and told him that she had known he would see sense, and that she had every confidence in him. This slight praise was a welcome boost to Paul's dented confidence and he readily agreed to call at her house early the following day.

He arrived at her home early the next morning, and a heavy knot of apprehension filled his stomach as he pressed the door bell. While he was keen to keep the part in the play and recognised that he did need to do something to improve his performance, he felt nervous about the idea of actually trying to live as a woman. "Right, upstairs with you and into the bath," Sarah said when she opened the door. It was obvious that she was intent on taking charge from the start and was not going to give him the opportunity to chicken out. Sarah led him to the bathroom where she handed him a towel and a tube of depilatory cream. She left him with instructions to use it on his legs and underarms. Once alone, he filled the bath and lowered himself into the warm water. Leisurely he washed, then reached for the tube she had given him. He read the directions then with a sigh of resignation, unscrewed the cap. His nose wrinkled at the foul smelling odour as he smeared the cream on his skin but he waited the recommended length of time before rinsing it off and drying himself. Sarah was waiting in her bedroom when he finally padded in, a towel wrapped around his hips. He sat on the edge of her bed and watched without comment as she picked out some clothes for him to wear. "These should fit you well enough," she said, dropping a pile of clothing on the bed beside him. "At least they will do until you buy some of your own." "Do you not have anything without the frills?" Paul asked, picking up a pair of skimpy silk panties edged in lace. "Yes," Sarah answered patiently, "but there would be little point in letting you wear something that could be regarded as unisex. The whole idea of this is for you to become as near to a true woman as possible. And women like feminine things." Realising that he had little choice in the matter, Paul dropped the towel and stepped into the panties. At first the skimpy garment bulged out at the front in a very unfeminine manner, but at Sarah's suggestion he tucked his penis back between his legs and managed to achieve a reasonably acceptable profile. Next Sarah handed him a bra and gingerly he put it on, padding out the cups with tissues to give himself a more realistic female shape. She nodded her approval and handed him a suspender belt which he fastened around his waist. Then he took the dress she had chosen for him and pulled it on over his head, reaching behind him for the zip. Paul sat on the bed then and picked up a pair of stockings. Carefully he rolled one up his leg, noticing as he did so how smooth his hairless skin felt, and fastened it to the straps of the suspenders. Soon the second leg was similarly covered. "Try these on, they should be your size." Sarah handed him a pair of shoes which she had borrowed from the props room back at the theatre. They were plain black court shoes with heels and they were a perfect fit...

Paul stood up and took a tentative step. The material of the dress brushed sensuously against his stockinged thighs as he moved, and he blushed at the pleasurable thrill this gave him. Balancing precariously on the high heels he tried a few steps. Although he was a little wobbly at first he soon found that so long as he did not take the long strides he was accustomed to then he could walk easily enough. "You look great," Sarah encouraged him, "now come and get some make-up on." Obediently Paul went to sit at the dressing table. He knew the basics of using make-up from working on the stage, but did not know the techniques required to give him a natural feminine appearance. Eager to learn something which may benefit him professionally, he paid close attention to each step as Sarah transformed his features. In a matter of minutes she was satisfied and reached for the wig he was to wear. Placing it on his head he pinned it in place and brushed it into shape. "How do I look?" he asked when Sarah pronounced herself satisfied. "Come and see for yourself," she suggested, and Paul stepped over to examine himself in the full length mirror on the back of the wardrobe door. He was surprised and strangely pleased to see a very attractive young woman look back at him. The hem of the dress stopped a few inches above his stockinged knee and he noticed with a certain satisfaction that wearing heels gave his lower leg a convincing feminine appearance. "Well I certainly look the part," he observed and smiled at the reflection in the mirror. He felt no embarrassment or unease at seeing himself dressed as a woman, only a growing confidence that he would be able to play the part after all. He turned from admiring his transformation to see Sarah locking the clothes he had worn to come to the house in a cupboard. She locked it with a decisive click and removed the key. "You won't be needing any male clothes for the rest of this week," she stated, "so we may as well put them out of temptation." Paul did not argue. He needed the part in the play and was grateful that Sarah was giving him this chance. And if he were honest with himself he had to admit that the actor in him was beginning the enjoy the challenge of the masquerade...

By lunch time of that first day, however, Paul was disheartened. He had played the part of a woman as well as he could, but it had become apparent that feminine gestures and mannerisms did not come naturally to someone who had lived all his life as a man. He felt awkward and clumsy. "I'll never be able to do this," he said dejectedly when Sarah had to remind him for what seemed like the millionth time to smooth his skirt under his thighs as he sat down. "Of course you will," she assured him. "The problem at the moment is that you are still trying to act like a woman. You have to relax and become one - then those small gestures will be natural." One look at his face told her that drastic measures were necessary to counter his negativity. "Right, we are going shopping this afternoon," she told him in a voice that brooked no argument, "you need to meet people to gain some confidence, and we need to buy you some clothes of your own." Paul felt nervous about being seen in public and it was with growing trepidation that he followed Sarah out of the house. The heels of his shoes clicked loudly on the pavement as they walked to the bus stop, and a light breeze swirled his skirt around his legs. It was a pleasant sensation but it also made him feel vulnerable and defenceless, and not just through fear of being 'found out'. He had a sudden insight into how a woman on her own must feel while walking home at night, and with it came the realisation that he had just experienced his first female thought. Their first stop was to buy him a handbag. "A woman never goes anywhere without her handbag, so you won't either." she told him. Paul readily agreed to this as he had quickly found that while wearing a dress he had nowhere to keep his money or even the key to the house. For someone like him who normally had pockets crammed full of things that he could not live without, the purchase was a necessity. For the remainder of the afternoon they browsed among the shops fitting Paul out with a complete new wardrobe. He discovered that he enjoyed the experience. The sales staff were pleasant and treated him as they would any female customer. And no one suspected that he was anything other than what he appeared to be. "No one suspected at all," Paul said gleefully to Sarah when they returned home. That night Paul stayed at Sarah's. She had given him a nightdress to wear and as he slipped it on over his head, the flimsy material slid sensuously against his skin. He shuddered with pleasure and climbed into bed.

The following morning Paul woke early and picked out what clothes he would wear. He washed and dressed quickly and, without waiting for Sarah to do it for him, began to put on some make-up. "Not bad," she decided when she saw his first attempt, "you are a quick learner." Paul smiled at the praise and followed her downstairs to have breakfast. As it was a Sunday they still did not have to go to the theatre but Sarah insisted that they go out for the day. "It's important that you get accustomed to being treated as a woman," she explained. "That's the only way that you will really learn what it is to be female." Paul agreed readily. He was discovering that the longer he spent in female attire, the more comfortable he felt. It was almost as if his usual weak male personality had been taken over by a stronger feminine one. The day was an unqualified success. By the time he was curled up once again in his borrowed nightdress he had complete confidence in the female side of his personality.

Are you nervous?" Sarah asked as he put on make-up the following morning. "Not at all" he told her, and he realised it was true. As a man he always suffered from stage fright to some degree but as a woman he felt more confident. They headed to the theatre for rehearsals. "Okay, thanks everyone, that's it for today." Sarah called when the rehearsal was done. "Paul, could I have a word before you go?" Paul walked gracefully to the side of the stage where he carefully negotiated the narrow steps. "They weren't made for anyone wearing heels," he thought as he came across to where Sarah was sitting. He pushed down the theatre seat with one hand while the other brushed his skirt against his thighs, then sat down. Sarah noted with a smile that the action had been done without conscious thought. "You did well today," she told him, "there is no doubt that you can do it, but I think you should still practise for the rest of this week. You don't want to risk getting complacent at this stage." Paul agreed and for the next four days lived entirely as a woman. Each day he became more confident and his acting improved accordingly. "You'll be trying to take over the show soon," she joked as they ate a celebratory dinner together at home on Friday evening. "That's the idea," he agreed with a very unmasculine giggle. "Well it took drastic measures but you stuck it out. I expect you will be glad to get your old clothes back." Paul looked across the table at the woman who had become his friend and sipped his wine to avoid answering. "Well, you will. Won't you?" she persisted. "I've been thinking..." Paul began. "Yes?" she prompted him. "Well, it's just that since I have been such a success this week, I thought that I might continue to live like this for a while. At least until the play is finished." Sarah stared at him for a long moment then slowly smiled as she understood what he was saying. "Just until the play is over?" she questioned in a teasing tone. Paul grinned widely at her, grateful that she understood. "Perhaps," he answered.... The End

Nov 201520

All The World's A Stage - Transvestite Acting

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If you ask any number of competent actors what they consider to be the secret of their ability to portray some person other than themselves, whether it be their own sex or not, with such conviction that other people believe totally in the authenticity of the character represented, they may all place different emphasis upon different aspect of the art of acting or role playing. However, the one element that will be common to virtually all of them will be not simply the skill to pretend to be, or to look like the character in question, but the ability to get inside it - to intuitively sense the very essence of the person in question to become that person, as it were. Of course, many actors will also tell you that a walking stick, or a pipe or a handbag, or an umbrella, or almost any 'prop' you care to mention, can also help to give you a deeper insight into the character, at least from a physical point of view. Transvestite How then does this appertain to a transsexual or a transvestite? After all, they are not actors, surely. But, on the contrary, that is what they are. They are role playing just as an actor does or, for that matter, essentially every human being to some extent. The added difficulty for the transsexual or transvestite is that he is simply playing another character, but also another sex! The main reason why this is so much more difficult is that, where as the actor is able to call upon all sorts of life experiences, the transsexual or transvestite can only call upon observations they have made of the female sex. Therefore, if he is to successfully become a woman he has to call upon all his imaginative powers to project himself as completely as possible into his feminine persona. All this has to be done by him without any actual experience upon which to call. He has to become female through his imagination, and to sense his understanding of how a female feels and reacts. Attitudes Needless to say, this an is an extremely difficult thing to do, and is useless to pretend otherwise. Woman have spend their own lives exploring and practicing their femininity, helped by their mothers. Indeed, their entire environment from birth has conditioned them into femininity - the pretty clothes they wear, the dolls they play with, the help they give their mothers in the house, the wariness they learn to develop towards men. All this helps to condition them to a totally different attitude to life to that developed by boys.

Men, likewise, have spent all their lives exploring and practising their masculinity, which is widely different to the female experience. They learn to play aggressive games, to look upon girls as 'sissy', to be assertive, to fight, to be very 'physical'. Now, whether the boys enjoy all these male attitudes or not is irrelevant, the fact remains that he is instilled with them. Thus, for a male to create a genuine female persona needs both hard work and endless practice to eradicate all the main conditioning from birth and to make up for the lack of actual female experience upon which to draw. But all is not lost. The one great advantage the serious transvestite or transsexual has is that he will already have strong feminine tendancies and an overwhelming desire to develop and amplify his femininity. These tendencies he will probably have had from a very early age, possibly from birth, and although he will probably have had to hide them from the outside world in order to survive, they will have been secretly working upon his personality. Indeed, in very many cases, the feminine urges will have been stronger than the male ones. Thus, in spite of being subjected to male conditioning from birth, the secret feeling of inner femininity will have inevitably produced a deep and lasting sensitivity towards an understanding of the female urge, together with the all consuming desire to be accepted as female, which produces the sort of strong motivation which cannot help but be a good starting point. However, it is important to appreciate that this is only a starting point. Dedication and endless hard work is still needed. Never forget that practice makes perfect, that if you genuinely want to be acceptably feminine you are going to have to work at it, and seek out constructive criticism when and where possible, accepting it in the spirit in which it was offered. To take umbrage, for example, because somebody suggests that your make-up is too heavy, or that your heels are so high that your walk has become grotesque, is only to bury your head in the sand! You just have to learn to accept help where ever it is offered. Whilst, of course, we all know that every human being is different, there are certain general characteristics and attitudes common specifically to the female sex.

Feminine For example, most men tend to be much more aggressive and arrogant than women in their attitude to life. Similarly, they are almost always condescending towards what they see as the weaker sex, the sex that drives badly, that can't mend a puncture, that can't mend a fuse, that can't do anything mechanical, and so on. Now we all know that these attitudes are bigoted and usually untrue. However, they exist and they are bound to condition the female attitude towards men and life. If you are to have any chance of successfully playing the feminine role your starting point has to be a real understanding of how the female's life is influenced and conditioned by the male attitude towards her. Just remember, most women's lives revolve around men, and are likely to continue to do so for the foreseeable future, whether we like it or not. Females, because they are so much weaker physically than men, are always vulnerable to physical attack sexual, or otherwise. For this reason, whenever possible, they are careful not to antagonize men. It is just common sense, after all. To counter this handicap they have learned to wheedle rather than demand, to respond to anger or annoyance with a gentle smile rather than any sort of deliberate confrontation, whenever they see the danger signals beginning to flash. In other words, most women do a great deal of smiling in almost any situation, particularly where men are concerned. Of course, this can often be a mild form of flirtation, but more often than not it is a form of self defence. You have to train yourself to smile much more and to be more gentle and sympathetic in your general outlook on life if you wish to join the female ranks.

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