Eddy Walsh rang the bell on the door of the Mews flat. It was swung open by a young lady in her early twenties. Eddy’s eyes widened, she was very pretty and dressed in a most attractive maid’s uniform-grey satin dress with a short, flared skirt topped by a tiny frilly apron and French maid’s cap to match. “yes” she inquired in a Swedish accent. “I’ve come to service the central heating” Eddy replied. Ah yes, Madam said you would be coming, please come in.

Once inside Eddy looked round at the expensive furniture and decorations with some envy. He had been working on his own for only two weeks and was not yet used to going into other people’s homes. Please follow me the maid said, and she led the way to the boiler room. Thanks love, Eddy said, I will start on the boiler then check the radiators. Eddy thought about the girl as he worked. What a little cracker and quite friendly. He would chat her up a bit, then insist that she came with him to check the radiators. Once in her bedroom, well, he would see what developed.

Eddy was just about to call her when she appeared. You like some tea? She asked. Oh, please. We can have a quick cuppa and then you can show me the radiators. Yes, what is you name please? Eddy, what’s yours? My name is Olga, please follow. As they sat in the kitchen drinking their tea, they started to make small talk. I am aupair to Madam Hastings she explained. An aupair? But I thought that meant living as one of the family. Oh yes, madam is very kind. But you have to wear a uniform? Yes, madam insists but I don’t mind. It looks very pretty, no?  Oh yes, Eddy said, very pretty, indeed.

We look at radiators now? Right, come on. Eddy got up and his hand went to her well, shaped bottom. As he squeezed she nestled back onto his palm, wriggling slightly. Come on your naughty boy, she said. Err, how long is your mistress going to be out? Olga fluttered her eyelashes, oh long enough I think. Actually, Eddy didn’t care. This girl was asking for it and she was going to get it.

She showed him round the flat until they came to a very large bedroom which contained a huge double bed. Eddy checked the radiator, then straightened up. And now, where is your bedroom? Here Olga replied. You mean you sleep in that bed? Yes. But where does your mistress sleep? Here, she said again. You sleep together? Oh yes Olga replied smiling broadly. And does she………? Eddy started. Olga was young but experienced. Yes, she does but she is very gentle with me. Too gentle sometimes and arched her eyebrows. Eddie was over to her in three strides and pushed her back on the bed. Her hand went to his crotch as he grasped one of her breasts. Each had a hand on the other’s buttocks. Their lips met, and her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. He stopped and got up. What is wrong? She asked. Just getting my jeans off. Get your knickers down. No, no Eddy, that is your job she replied with a giggle. Eddy did not take long to do it and very soon his bare buttocks were jumping up and down between her willing thighs.

Eventually Eddy gave a deep sigh and lay flat on Olga. And just what is going on here? Said a deep contralto voice. Eddy looked up. In the doorway stood a tall blonde woman in a long red cape and red knee-length boots. Eddy jumped up looking round for his jeans. Olga gave a squeal and scrambled off the bed. Just who the hell are you? The woman asked. I, er….came to service the central heating Eddy replied. Instead you service my maid, eh? I’m sorry Madam Olga started. I will deal with you in a minute young lady. You, you little rapist, what excuse, if any, have you got? I didn’t rape her Eddy protested. She looked at Olga. He did rape you didn’t he my dear? Oh err….. yes, madam. I could not stop him. Well young man, do I ring the police or do I deal with you? Eddy as trapped and he knew it. Please don’t ring the police, he begged. We will see. Both of you get all your clothes off. Olga had stripped already. Go and get the twelve inch tawse, Olga, madam ordered. By the tine Olga returned, Eddy was naked with his hands firmly clasped in front of him. The pair of you, over the bed side by side, Madam ordered. Please madam, he made me Olga said. Silly girl. That story is for the police. Now get over.

Madam Hastings contemplated the two lovely young bottoms in front of her. She really enjoyed doing this. Six of the best each, then six more for him if he would not sign a full confession, and so on until he did.

Whack, Whack< Whack, the strokes went on, reddening the bottoms more each time. Now madam said when they had each had their dose. You, miss, go and make my tea and you, young man, I want a signed confession, or you get six more. Eddy straightened up. But why? He said through his tears. You’re a good-looking young man. It will be convenient to be able to call on your services whenever I want to. There was a small desk and chair in the corner of the room. She plonked a pillow on the chair. Now sit down there and get writing…I will dictate.  

Dawn's Transgender Story Most of the time Dawn lives as a man using a male name. However, she considers herself to be transgender.

Dawn, who works as an occupational health nurse on an oil platform, describes growing up as a boy who liked to dress in girls' clothes. She hid that part of her identity when she was in the Air Force, but in recent years she's become more open about her feminine side. "As far back as infant school I remember playing with dolls and dressing in my sister's clothes. I also remember feeling upset that girls wore skirts and boys didn't. "When I was about 10 or 11, I used to escape through the bedroom window at night and walk around town in girls' clothes. Once, I got caught by the police and taken home. My mother then took me to see a psychologist. "I think we saw the psychologist two or three times. At one stage, he asked me: 'Do you want to be a girl?' My parents were sitting with me, so I gave an answer they wanted to hear rather than the truthful answer. Looking back, I think if they hadn't been there, things might have been different. "After that, I kept that side of me hidden even more because it upset my parents. I kept myself as busy as possible at home, but the feelings never went away. "I chose the name Dawn when I was about 12 years old. I wanted to be 'me', and my given male name didn't have a female version. I thought for a long time before settling on Dawn. "Dawn has many meanings: the start of a new day, or a realisation. But I chose it mainly because I like the name, and the few people I knew who were called Dawn seemed like nice people. "I lived in a small town in Wiltshire with few job prospects, so when I was 16 I joined the Air Force. I became an aircraft mechanic for a short time before switching to nursing. That's what I've done ever since. "Back then, being trans in the Air Force was a big problem, so I kept it hidden. I found out about trans groups through other people and from newspaper articles. In the 1970s and 1980s there wasn't much publicity, so you heard about it from agony aunts such as Clare Rayner and Marje Proops. "While I was still in the Air Force, I visited trans groups in Bristol and London. It was an opportunity to meet like-minded people and to realise that I wasn't alone." Meeting my partner, Jules "In 1985 I moved to London and left the Air Force. It was the first time I'd lived completely on my own. As I was away from family and friends, I seriously considered transitioning [living full-time as a woman]. For nearly one year I dressed as a woman except when I was at work. "Then I met Jules, my partner, an absolutely wonderful woman. I decided that my priority was to stay with her rather than transition. "Shortly after we started going out together, we moved to the coast. Cornwall, our new home, was very different from London, and I hid my trans side initially. "Only in recent years have we started being more open. I dress in women's clothes maybe once or twice a week when I'm at home, and when Jules and I go to National Trust places, to the cinema or for dinner. But we generally do it away from our home town so that people who know us won't see us. "My two sisters know that I'm trans. My parents don't know, or if they do know they haven't said anything about it. Jules' parents know. She told them when we first started dating, and I've been out with them dressed in women's clothes. "We try to tell people only if they need to know, but I don't like hiding it. l'd like everyone to know and not worry about it, but Jules would rather keep it a bit quieter." Being found out at work "Recently I was found out at work. I'm a nurse on an oil platform, and I was moving to another platform. Somebody emptied my locker for me and sent the contents to the next platform. People on my new platform also saw photographs of me on the internet. "It was quite upsetting when I got a phone call warning me to be careful at work because all this information was out. "I was expecting ridicule, abuse and possibly discrimination from the management team, but it was the total opposite. The management team supported me 100%, and the people who made a big fuss about it were taken off the platform. "Being accepted at work was a humbling experience. My work colleagues' support and relaxed attitude has made me feel valued and wanted. "I don't tell people that I'm trans. It doesn't come up in conversation, and it's not important to my work, but I don't have to keep it a secret any more. "Being a transgender person isn't easy, although I've had an easier time than most people. I've had a lot of frustration. I've had to keep my feminine side secret, and I try to conform to what society expects. But now that I'm older, I feel more confident about my gender identity. "I like to think that having a strong feminine side has helped me to help other people, which is good for my nursing. It possibly gives me a more caring nature. But as I've always been trans, I have nothing to compare it against. "I know that if I were given the option, I wouldn't like to lose the feminine side of my life. I wouldn't be me."

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On the other hand, not all men, and a majority of females, do not like the idea of wearing nighties. Rather they prefer a pyjama’s or other men's nightwear as nighties is not a socially acceptable phenomenon for men. Therefore a lot of people have a query of whether men can wear these nighties or not. One of the most commonly asked questions by many wives from all across the globe, and which can be found on almost every blog is whether their husbands can wear nighties or not? Since my grandfather's era, men have stopped buying 'Nightshirts' which were a long soft shirt-like gown. My son wears a long oversized 'T-shirt' (or nothing). Since women wear pyjama’s there is no right or wrong answer. The answer to this query will depend upon your own perception and your will to go against rather meaningless old fashioned fashion statements. Really, who cares in the dark at night.

Every individual has the freedom and the right to do anything and everything he wants to do.  However, a few people tend to follow these and do whatever they like, whereas some tend to follow the norms set by obscure people in the fashion industry and our nervous 'Peer Pressure' society and fail to break or deviate from those values. Wearing of nighties by males is not socially acceptable but still, a small minority tend to wear it. Furthermore, many females consider males wearing nighties at night sexier as compared to their looks in the men's nightwear.

The only reason for discouraging men from wearing nighties at night is the fact that it has been associated with females and has a distinct 'Dress shape' to it. All these associations have been socially developed, and take great courage from men to be revolutionised.

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I have agreed to do this but I am so scared, yes scared though my wife thinks I am being stupid. I have shaved and am smooth as can be, my makeup is perfect and I start to dress and know that I am shaking too much but she just laughs at me. I put on my panties and bra, adjust my bra to fit my breast forms perfectly and then slip on my carefully chosen cami "look, no one will know" my wife tries to assure me, but still I shake. I pull on my tights over my silky legs and then slip into my cream blouse and smart knee-length skirt and as I put on my business heels admire my painted toe and fingernails. 

We go outside, it is a weekday so all my neighbours are at work, or at least I hope they are as I slide into the passenger seat of our car. Mt wife expertly drives us into town and through the maze of one way systems to the car park where I quake again. We get out, I have been out many times before but this is so different that even my wife cannot understand. We travel down in a lift to the shopping mall with a couple of oldies whose male member hold the doors open for us, "ladies" he says politely - it doesn't reassure me. We walk into the shop after much agonising on my part and much reassurance on my wife's and we head for the underwear department. I stand nervously as my wife seeks out who we have come for and a matronly woman in a smart skirt suit appears and smiles and asks us "to follow me". She takes us into the female changing area and asks us to take off our tops. I cringe and wish I could run away but stay and take off my blouse. For some reason I fuss over it, making sure it is not creased - why should I care at this moment?

The lady takes out her tape and expertly measures my wife's bust and then notes to us all that she is a 36 D and then turns to me "madam would you mind taking off your cami?" she says smiling in that professional shop worker way. I panic but my wife smiles and nods at me and I decide to go for it and slip it off. Of course, I have breast forms, of course, even the blindest can see that they are not real even with my cleavage enhanced as it is with my diva bra but the lady, who I understand is called Jane, does not appear fussed in any way. She pulls the tap around my breast and takes her measurements and then says "madam, I suggest a 42 DD" and turns away, "I will be outside". My heart is thumping as I dress but I also have a fantastic feeling in my panty area. My wife and I dress again and go out into the shop where Jane walks through the bras in stock and recommends to both my wife and I the best type for our shape. As she packs my new bra and panties she smiles and says how much they will suit me.

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As I look in the mirror, who do I see A reflection of the woman that I want to be. Born into a body that fights every day To keep all of my feminine feelings at bay.   Living my life as someone I am not Lying and cheating, this has to stop I have to be true, hold my head high Be who I am, no longer have to lie.   Slowly and gently I take hold of the reins To steer myself onwards, break free from these chains. Achieving acceptance from family and friends Each day is a bonus as my heartache now ends.   I now look in the mirror, who do I see The reflection of the woman I wanted to be Comfortable in my body, happy and free When I look in the mirror, I just see me.

Crossdresser Story

Ever since I can remember, I've been drawn towards femininity, from wearing my mum's silk nightdress when I was just four, tottering around in oversized heels and making a colourful mess of my face at the dressing table. It was good, it was girly, it was me... but it was wrong, or so I thought! I was a boy, and dressing up with makeup was for girls. But it was also so very right for the crossdressing transvestite within me. So my anxieties didn't stop me from my early experimentation, trying different lipsticks, playing with eye shadows and mascara, and looking on enviously as girls got to wear the clothes that I wanted to wear. The only girl's clothes in the house belonged to my mum, and they were far too big: not right the crossdressing transvestite clothes for me. Even then I just wanted to feel absolutely right as a girl: truly feminine and stylish. I remember growing up not knowing anything about being a crossdressing transvestite. I just remember liking girl stuff. Then, I saw a film on the television: to this day I don't know the name of the film, but it's had a long-lasting impression on me. It was about a man, who met and befriended some crossdressers. It was set in the 1930s. He was ‘straight’ (whatever that means), and they slowly brought him into their world with a little peer pressure, bit by bit. For him being a crossdressing transvestite started with a loan of a lipstick; he tried it, enjoyed it, and was a little turned on. When they met, they'd ask questions, and lipstick became mascara, blusher, eye shadow ... he tried a dress for the first time, stirring those crossdressing transvestite emotions deep within him: it was exciting, now for heels, lingerie, the hair and nails ... eventually, he was meeting his friends as a woman, he had ‘changed’ and it was natural. This moment was a life-changing not just for the man in the film but for me too. I didn't know other people felt the same; I hadn't heard of a crossdressing transvestite before and certainly didn't connect myself to being one. I needed to know more about this incredible world. These were the days before the Internet. The mere thought of being a crossdressing transvestite was taboo. Alone with only the memories of the film and a growing urge to become more feminine myself. But I wasn't gay: I don't fancy men. I was confused and didn’t understand. I always had a strange feeling of being a woman in a previous life, and drawn to a certain style of crossdressing transvestite clothes: long skirts, corsetry, long hair pulled back. Then I saw crossdressing transvestite adverts in papers: telephone numbers to call and speak to someone like me. This was too much to resist and I started calling other crossdressing transvestites just to chat. I'd dress up as a crossdressing transvestite as much as I could when my parents were out of the house, and just enjoy feeling complete. Then as I grew up, and started going out with girls, I'd be dating the girls I wanted to be! My crossdressing transvestite dream girls! I'd be attracted by their hair, clothes and makeup, and at times, and sometimes even tried some of their clothes without them knowing. I got a job and started earning money, but I couldn't buy my own crossdressing transvestite clothes. I had nowhere to put them. All the time, I was still one of the lads, I had many girlfriends and I kept my crossdressing transvestite secret hidden. I suppressed it for a while. I got married and have a wonderful wife and a couple of great kids. I love them dearly, but I still have the same inner feelings! I now know so much more of this crossdressing transvestite world. It's helped me understand that I'm not alone and that it's ok!! However, being a crossdressing transvestite is not something I'm willing to share with anyone - there's just too much for me to lose! I've tried the occasional dressing service for a makeover. I've bought makeup and heels the occasional dress, and become my true identity ‘Cassie’ every now and again when I'm in a hotel overnight away with work. But I always get a guilty feeling, a thought of I shouldn't be doing this. And when I look in the mirror, it's not the same crossdressing transvestite girl that's in my head. I want to enjoy my crossdressing transvestite life, and it's not hurting anyone if they don't know! But it's really difficult not being able to share Cassie with anyone! I've often had a fantasy of being kidnapped, and transformed into a woman against my will, and having to live my life out as Cassie: my delicious crossdressing transvestite dream! I'd stumbled across feminization hypnosis by chance, and saw a link to JJ at 'Dress Me Up'. Well, my first thought was, “She's absolutely stunning; she wears clothes that I could only dream about and her makeup is to die for.” I realised at that moment that I would have to meet her. Could she help me become the crossdressing transvestite girl I'd dreamed about my whole life? Could she help get rid of the guilty feelings and give me the feminine outlet for which I craved? I put it off a few times and then plucked up the courage to call. She so understood right away and made me feel so at ease on that first tentative telephone call, that I couldn't wait to meet her and help find Cassie together. I booked a crossdressing transvestite appointment, and couldn't wait to get there. I booked a day off work but planned to travel overnight, allowing myself the luxury of going straight to a hotel after my visit. I pulled up outside her apartment, my heart racing by this point, and called to say I'd arrived. I knocked at the door, and when it opened I met my JJ for the first time. She was gentle, supportive, understanding ... and so completely sexy and appealing to all the senses: true sensuality with wonderful clear-headed intelligence and fun-loving personality to match. We sat and talked about Cassie, who she was, what she liked, what clothes, makeup, look, feel, her deepest desires ... I was in heaven, I haven't been able to talk like this with anyone in my whole life, and I had four fabulous hours ahead of me. This was the start of my crossdressing transvestite dream becoming a reality. I stripped from my male clothes and stepped into the crossdressing transvestite unknown. I was guided to the bathroom, a bathroom with candles, feminine scents, perfumes, and cleansing lotions and face masks, I was about to start my journey, the crossdressing transvestite journey to find out who I am, who Cassie is. After cleansing my face, JJ had run me a luxurious bubble bath. I climbed in. I've had bubble baths before, but this was different, my senses were heightened with the depth of my anticipation. JJ brought me a glass of champagne and applied a facemask, to deep cleanse my face for my crossdressing transvestite makeover: delicious! I stepped from the bath, dried myself and pulled on a beautiful and feminine silken robe, stepped into the heeled slipper and I'm sure I glided into the boudoir. This was genuinely intoxicating, and I felt so at ease, chatting with JJ as if we'd been girlfriends for years. As I sat in the boudoir, we chatted about the crossdressing transvestite look I was going for. I'm a girly girl, not a tart or diva, so wanted just to feel as feminine as I could. I'd asked for some false nails, I've always wanted long nails, painted … so feminine. JJ had bought some for me, but didn't have any sticking pads, only glue ... acetone was used to remove them later. Well, I had business meetings the next day and had to drive to London, I couldn't run the risk of them getting stuck!

But, at that moment, I was becoming Cassie. The crossdressing transvestite atmosphere, the femininity of JJ’s boudoir and everything about the moment said to do it, be as feminine as you can be, enjoy it and live with whatever comes, it was titillating, exciting. The rush of crossdressing transvestite adrenaline I had when I said "do it" was a moment that will live with me forever! JJ asked if I was sure, but there was no turning back I wanted so much to be a woman at that point being a crossdressing transvestite scared and excited me in one go. As each nail was applied and glued in place, I started to feel like a girl. I changed inside, I felt Cassie taking over, I can't describe it, JJ kept winking at me, and I loved every crossdressing transvestite minute! My nails were on, and they felt like they were never coming off, we painted them, and my toenails, and then it was time to apply my makeup. The feeling of having foundation applied, powder, eyebrows pencilled, blusher, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and then lipstick was my every crossdressing transvestite fantasy, I now felt like a woman. I had desires I'd never known before. I wanted my dress and heels, I wanted my breasts to grow, and oh, how I wanted to stay like that forever. And perhaps the strangest sensation of all: I wanted a man: I was a woman and it was utterly delicious. Being with JJ had allowed me to go beyond being a crossdressing transvestite into true femininity. Don’t ask me to explain! My time that crossdressing transvestite afternoon with my JJ was the happiest few hours I've had in a long time, and only JJ and I know about it. This is only the start of my journey to find Cassie, but it's a journey I'm going to share with JJ. I can trust her, and she knows what I want, she'll help me get there. It was good, it was girly, it was me ... and it was so right!

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1 - Invest In Good Make Up Brushes 

Quite simply, it’s impossible to apply masterful makeup without the right tools. Forget about the tiny, cheap applicators that come packaged with most makeup. Upgrading to high-quality brushes will give you much more control, immediately upgrading the look of your makeup. Here are the basic brushes you should own:

• Foundation brush
• Concealer brush
• Powder brush
• Blush brush
• Flat eyeshadow brush
• Eyeshadow blending brush
• Lip brush

2 - Use colour correctors

If you have skin issues like a beard shadow, blemishes, or dark circles under your eyes, the solution is NOT to bury them under thick concealer. Your makeup will look much more natural if you start with a colour corrector. The idea behind colour correctors is to use a complimentary tone to neutralize imperfections. This allows you to achieve beautiful skin with less makeup. For example, you should use a pink or red corrector to neutralize a dark beard shadow – or a green corrector to neutralize redness.

3 - Don’t ignore your eyebrows

A mistake I see many crossdressers and transgender women make is leaving the house with ungroomed eyebrows. Since eyebrows create the frame for your face, they are literally one of the first things people notice about you. Why allow misshaped brows ruin an otherwise good makeup look? If you can, get your eyebrows professionally shaped.

4 - Practice, practice, practice

Makeup is like any other skill – the more you practice, the better you get. And the better you get at doing your makeup, the prettier and more convincing you will look as a woman.

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6 -  Take good care of your skin

Your skin is literally the canvas for your makeup. Proper skincare can go a long way towards improving your skin’s texture and appearance. Not only will this make you look better, but it’ll also help your makeup go on smoother and last longer. Here are 3 simple skincare tips to keep in mind:

• Avoid using harsh soaps on your face. Use gentle facial cleansers only.
• Apply facial moisturizer daily.
• Use a face mask at least every other week. (This is a great ritual for pampering your inner woman!)