Transvestia

"Don't feel ashamed, that's how I and every other girl feels when she dresses. Warm, good and wonderful. I wish more men could experience that feeling, perhaps we'd have more peace and a lot less trouble and violence. But go on get dressed there are a lot more pleasant experiences awaiting you in the mystery of girls' clothes. In a way I envy you, and your discovery, I wish that I was as aware the first time I got dressed, but growing up wearing lovely things perhaps girls get immune to the sensations sometimes."

I pulled on the capris, relishing the tailored closeness on my hips and the silk lining against my legs. Then I buttoned on the cotton blouse and slipped into the loafers that were loaned me.

"How do you feel now!"

"Fine, but cold, I don't think you girls realize it but T-shirts keep you a lot warmer under a shirt. I'd try your female equivalent, but I'm afraid I don't have the figure, and I doubt whether a bra would keep me warm!"

"We can't provide you with a T-shirt, but girls have their own ways of keeping warm, and soft, pretty, and feminine at the same time." She walked over to the chest of drawers, opened one, and tossed something fluffy on the bed. I picked up the angora and lambswool navy cardigan.

Pulling it on, I felt immediately soft and warm, and strangely I felt like hugging myself, with the new found feeling encompassing me.

"Feel good and warm now, Joe?"

"Yes, I feel warm . . . and good."

The implication of the statement wasn't lost on her, and she smiled as she turned to lead the way down stairs.

The next days were fun, for the first month we got well acquainted, read, wrote, and played indoor games. All the time I felt more secure and happy than I had been in my life. The girls were wonderful, and the thrill of the clothes never quite wore off, as I got more used to dressing myself. Penny and I shared her wardrobe, and although I had not tried to wear a skirt or dress, I slipped in and out of sweaters and blouses, slacks and flats, like I had always worn them. I became accustomed to chosing compatible colors, in pinks, blues and greens, and didn't feel the