Transvestia

chance to dress. All this time I had no wig, so I would let some of my own hair peek out from under a turban hat that I wore when dressed.

World War II came along about this time and I enlisted in the Navy when I graduated from high school. I was just 17 years old. I destroyed all my feminine clothes and make up before going into the Navy in case something happened to me or someone found my feminine attire I wouldn't have to explain my reasons for having it. For the next four years, while I was in the service, all I could do was to dream and plan the things I would do after the war to make my dreams come true.

Upon my release from active duty, I went to visit a girl I had met while on training duty in the navy. She had invited me to spend a few weeks with her after I got out of the service. One Friday evening, shortly after I had arrived, she had just shampooed her hair and was putting it up in pin curls when I remarked, "I wonder what I would look like dressed as a girl?" She answered, "Let's find out." First she shampooed my hair and put it up in tight little pin curls like she had done her hair. She then applied bright red polish to my fingernails. Even though they were short, the polish made them appear much longer and feminine. After the polish was dry she told me to go shave the hair off my hands while she looked for a night gown for me to wear to bed. Handing me one of her nylon night gowns, she said "You will find this much more comfortable than your pajamas. I was in heaven that night with the nylon gown next to my skin and my hair all in pin curls. Saturday morning, after I had showered and shaved she powdered me all over with sweet smelling bath powder. Starting with a girdle that had a lace up waist cincher on it, she preceeded to dress me with a brassiere panties nylon hose and a lacy nylon slip. She had laced the waist cincher up real tight to give me some shape. This forced me to breathe from my chest, also it made me stand straighter. Then having me sit at her dressing table she made up my face and combed out my hair. The doning of a blouse, skirt and high heels came next, followed with the finishing touches of a pair of earrings, bracelet and ring. As I was looking into the full length mirror she doused me with colonge. For the first time. in my life I looked and smelled like a real girl. We spent the day cleaning the house and just loafing, with me as her girl friend. The day passed all too fast and I was rather relunctant to give up

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