Transvestia

I remember very clearly how wonderfully smooth my legs felt as the nylons were drawn on and gartered. As each new piece of feminine clothing was put on the excitement and ecstasy in me increased and I felt al- most overcome with joy. My heart was pounding and I knew that this feminine expressing was going to be a part of my life from then on. Isn't it strange how in just a few short minutes things happen to change one's entire outlook on life? I had dressed as a woman a few years before on Halloween and had enjoyed it, but this now was more exciting and more demanding. Something within myself that had been dormant before, was no w being awakened. Reaching behind me I hooked the bra and stuffed the cups full with tissue from the vanity. Next came a white slip and it felt heavenly as it slid down over my body into place.

This thrill of dressing is now row no less thrilling or enchanting nine years later than it was on that day. A pair of my wife's shoes was the only item that gave me trouble as she wears a 6A and I wear a 7B. However, I did manage to put on a pair of her black patent pumps with 2-78" heels and even though too small they made my feminine feeling soar even higher and any discomfort rapidly disappeared. Finally I put on a dress. It was rust color with a small collar and black buttons to the waist. The skirt was full and ended about 5 inches below my knee. Just about the proper length for fashions of 1955. Next I sat down at my wife's dressing table and applied liquid make-up to my face, then powder, lip- stick, eyebrow pencil, and mascara. All of this time my wife, Viv, was in the living room and had no idea of what I was doing. I finished by putting on a white single strand necklace, matching bracelet, and earrings. I didn't have a wig so combed my hair in the same manner that I always wore it. A look into the mirror did not show a beautiful girl looking back at me but it did show a much more feminine looking me. No great shock or thrill here but more of an agreement with myself that I didn't look ridiculous.

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I opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. My wife looked up from her book and after a couple of seconds she said "What's all this for?" replied "Oh, no reason, I just wanted to see how I would look dressed up as a woman. Her only comment

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