My first make-over

After a few school years of stealing the odd moment at home when the parents were out or away for the weekend, I got my first job and, subsequently, a vehicle. This gave me a new freedom to get outside of the local neighbourhood and explore further afield.

Around my 21st birthday, after a few more years of dressing / purging through my teens, I finally accepted that I wasn’t going to rid myself of these feelings. Instead of fighting it I decided to embrace my femme side and see where it too me. I had got hold of a tranny mag from somewhere (I can’t remember where!) and inside was an advert for Transformation shops. At this time they had a shop in Bristol which was around an hour down the M4. I decided to go, so I saved up for a couple of months and headed down there.

I was REALLY nervous all the way there, but also excited to see how things would turn out. It would turn out to be a day of firsts for me: the first  time I had my photo taken (see below), the first time wearing a wedding  dress, my first time with make-up done properly, the first time being dressed in front of  someone else and the first time meeting another dresser.

The shop was situated on a fairly busy road made up of mainly residential but with a few shops, including Transformation.

I parked up and gathered myself. Walking in was nerve-wracking but I was soon put at ease by the warm welcome. I really felt like the girls in there understood what I was going through. I was great to just talk openly about dressing, as well as other things. After a coffee I decided on being a bride for the day because the dresses looked so femme.

I ended up having a really great day of just being me and not having to worry about people turning up unannounced. I was so relaxed sitting on the shop floor, I even got talking to some of the other customers as they came and went.Something I couldn’t have imagined doing the day before! The real eye-opener was meeting a couple of other dressers, which resulted in some experiences later on in my dressing life that I’d previously not really considered – a story for another group. I also got some great tips on applying make-up.

Now for a moment of revelation: as I was sitting writing this I had a sudden recollection that I had  long-since forgotten – the first wedding dress I ever wore was my  mothers’. I can’t remember at what age this was but I guess I must have  been 9 or 10 and I found the dress and decided to put it on.

How strange is it that I should remember that now?

After a few school years of stealing the odd moment at home when the parents were out or away for the weekend, I got my first job and, subsequently, a vehicle. This gave me a new freedom to get outside of the local neighbourhood and explore further afield.Around my 21st birthday, after a few more years of dressing / purging through my teens, I finally accepted that I wasn’t going to rid myself of these feelings.  Instead of fighting it I decided to embrace my femme side and see where it too me. I had got hold of a tranny mag from somewhere (I can’t remember where!) and inside was an advert for Transformation shops. At this time they had a shop in Bristol which was around an hour down the M4. I decided to go, so I saved up for a couple of months and headed down there.I was REALLY nervous all the way there, but also excited to see how things would turn out. It would turn out to be a day of firsts for me:  the first  time I had my photo taken (see below), the first time wearing a wedding  dress, my first time with make-up done properly, the first time being dressed in front of  someone else and the first time meeting another dresser.

The shop was situated on a fairly busy road made up of mainly residential but with a few shops, including Transformation.  I parked up and gathered myself.  Walking in was nerve-wracking but I was soon put at ease by the warm welcome.  I really felt like the girls in there understood what I was going through.  I was great to just talk openly about dressing, as well as other things.  After a coffee I decided on being a bride for the day because the dresses looked so femme.

I ended up having a really great day of just being me and not having to worry about people turning up unannounced.  I was so relaxed sitting on the shop floor, I even got talking to some of the other customers as they came and went.  Something I couldn’t have imagined doing the day before!  The real eye-opener was meeting a couple of other dressers, which resulted in some experiences later on in my dressing life that I’d previously not really considered – a story for another group.  I also got some great tips on applying make-up.

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Now for a moment of revelation:&nbsp; as I was sitting writing this I had a sudden recollection that I had  long-since forgotten – the first wedding dress I ever wore was my  mothers’.&nbsp; I can’t remember at what age this was but I guess I must have  been 9 or 10 and I found the dress and decided to put it on.&nbsp; How strange is it that I should remember that now?After a few school years of stealing the odd moment at home when the parents were out or away for the weekend, I got my first job and, subsequently, a vehicle. This gave me a new freedom to get outside of the local neighbourhood and explore further afield.

Around my 21st birthday, after a few more years of dressing / purging through my teens, I finally accepted that I wasn’t going to rid myself of these feelings.&nbsp; Instead of fighting it I decided to embrace my femme side and see where it too me. I had got hold of a tranny mag from somewhere (I can’t remember where!) and inside was an advert for Transformation shops. At this time they had a shop in Bristol which was around an hour down the M4. I decided to go, so I saved up for a couple of months and headed down there.

I was REALLY nervous all the way there, but also excited to see how things would turn out. It would turn out to be a day of firsts for me:&nbsp; the first  time I had my photo taken (see below), the first time wearing a wedding  dress, my first time with make-up done properly, the first time being dressed in front of  someone else and the first time meeting another dresser.

The shop was situated on a fairly busy road made up of mainly residential but with a few shops, including Transformation.&nbsp; I parked up and gathered myself.&nbsp; Walking in was nerve-wracking but I was soon put at ease by the warm welcome.&nbsp; I really felt like the girls in there understood what I was going through.&nbsp; I was great to just talk openly about dressing, as well as other things.&nbsp; After a coffee I decided on being a bride for the day because the dresses looked so femme.

I ended up having a really great day of just being me and not having to worry about people turning up unannounced.&nbsp; I was so relaxed sitting on the shop floor, I even got talking to some of the other customers as they came and went.&nbsp; Something I couldn’t have imagined doing the day before!&nbsp; The real eye-opener was meeting a couple of other dressers, which resulted in some experiences later on in my dressing life that I’d previously not really considered – a story for another group.&nbsp; I also got some great tips on applying make-up.

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Now for a moment of revelation:&nbsp; as I was sitting writing this I had a sudden recollection that I had  long-since forgotten – the first wedding dress I ever wore was my  mothers’.&nbsp; I can’t remember at what age this was but I guess I must have  been 9 or 10 and I found the dress and decided to put it on.&nbsp; How strange is it that I should remember that now?

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