Transvestia

up with some answers as to what really gives us our satisfaction in cross dressing. I wish I could help, but to me it is like trying to describe the fragrance of the rose, the fugitive caress of an April breeze or the dreamy quality of a like reflecting moonlight.

Surely there is no simple answer. The feel of silk, the yummy smell of perfume, the swirl of a skirt around the legs--all these things contribute to the glorious feeling of femininity, but by them- selves do not account for it. As I sit here I am trying to analyze what it is that I feel around my chest. As I learned to do with the help of TVia I have simulated cleavage very well with tape, and the jelly-filled inserts in my brassiere look most real- istic. I close my eyes and ask myself what it is that I feel. The physical feeling is similar to what I might feel if I were wearing a bandage over a wound on my chest. This doesn't excite me at all. Then I feel the flesh that swells out and up over my bra- ssiere; it feels very pleasant but it is hard to say whether my hand feels good to my breast or my breast to my hand. Probably both but I cannot tell. Then I get up and look at myself in a mirror--I am wearing a negligee so that I can see my breasts. I adore what I see but will anyone in the world other than another TV ever understand why? I have been wearing lipstick all morning and feel nothing on my lips but I know that they are painted and this makes me feel good. I plan to bake a cake this afternoon and will enjoy every moment of the work partly because I like cake but mostly because it is usually a feminine act- ivity and I love doing feminine things--part of the time. I think that our love for the feminine is in- creased by the fact that our activities are forbidden. I may be wrong of course since it is hard to visual- ise a society in which transvestism would be accepted. But if every truck driver could pull up to a filling station and powder his nose and repair his lipstick without exciting comment or if it were known that ball players were wearing lace panties underneath their uniforms, would these things have the same thrill