ransvestia

Harriet's identity was always buried until the clothing conjured her out and brought her to life. The identity was more much more than the clothing but it was the clothing that triggered the feminine side of the total personality. Each garment had its own meaning and made a contribution to the whole. What would seem routine and ordinary in the act of dressing to most women thus assumed a special meaning for Harry. Each part of the wardrobe had its own peculiar meaning and way of saying, "You are a woman.”

First there were the nylon tricot panties. There was a quality of daintiness about this scanty intimate garment that intrigued him and brought a certain passivity to his mind. Barely sufficing to cover his sex the wispy fabric nevertheless seemed to demand gentleness and sensi- tivity. Sitting down he carefully rolled on a pair of sheer cantrece panty hose in a light beige tone and stretched the stockings as tightly as possible over his smooth-shaven limbs. The close, encasing, tautness of the nylon was like a second velvet skin. The hose lent a certain sense of luxury that he found very satisfying. Next, Harry wriggled into a long-legged panty style girdle. On the tummy was an oval powernet lace panel. The cuffs ended in wide bands of lace net. In view of the skirt he intended to wear Harry omitted any hip padding. The donning of the girdle was a milestone in the transformation process. The girdle played an obvious functional role, of course, but to a transvestite such as Harry, putting on a girdle had an immeasurable impact on the emotions as well. From the garment's authoritative embrace sprang a multitude of feelings and attitudes which through some mysterious process translated into definitive feminine mannerisms. You walked a certain way. You sat a certain way. There was a certain discipline which the girdle imposed on your movements. And if you accepted it you adopted attitudes that you wouldn't otherwise adopt and you thought about things in a way that was somehow different. It restrained your movement. Every movement of your torso brought a reminder of that restraint as the girdle pulled and tugged against your thighs. It seemed to say to you, “Be ladylike,' and suddenly you knew exactly what the word meant. It could be con- fining but it gave you a certain sense of confidence and security within yourself. You were self-aware and self-possessed. It was a foundation in more than one sense. Team it with hose and high heels and you were a woman. It was both the definition and the defined. It said to you on the one hand, "You are mine" and on the other, "I am yours." It presented you to the world self-defined and self-contained. It gave you the right and confidence to be a lady.