RANSVESTIA

There was the joy of freeing all my treasures from hiding and lovingly arranging them in my bedroom. I bathed languidly surrounded by the scent of oils and perfumes and emerged from the water with every last body hair removed.

After spending hours dressing, I recall descending the main stairway like a grand lady, feminine from head to toe, marvelling at the joyous freedom of movement I felt as the wide skirt danced about my knees. My whole being seemed to glide as every gesture was softened by that lady inside who was having her turn at last. Fantasies scrambled for attention as my soul struggled to retain every sensation of this special moment. We both knew that this was a "first and only" experience; it could never feel exactly this way again.

The bright day was a kaleidoscope of colors that I had never seen before; a barrage of sensations and flashes and images and patterns - all startlingly new and real.

And, as the freshly familiar rooms began to reflect the tints of the late summer sunset, it culminated in the most glorious and complete orgasm that I had ever known. When the final spasm passed through my body, I moaned, "Oh!!! This is where I belong!" Then, I drifted into a deep, satisfying sleep.

Redness was still in the sky when I awakened and uncoiled myself from the divan in the living room. Shakily getting to my feet, I knew that only a few hours had passed, but I was aware that in that short time, something had taken place within me that was to alter my relationship to transvestism forever. As I showered, a new realization came to me. For the first time following an orgasm inspired by the clothes, I had no desire to reject them and repent my transgression.

Totally spent sexually, I still longed for a return to my femininity. This had never happened before.

As I dressed, something within me welcomed the soft feel of my panties and slip, the delicate touch of my stockings, the return to the gentle world. All was as it was before with one important difference: the heavy cloud of sexuality had lifted and for the first time I was able to embrace my femininity for itself and not as a mere sexual outlet. What could it mean?

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