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New pics … at last!

Finally got some long overdue “girl-time” yesterday – first time for over 2 years.  I really shouldn’t leave it so long because it isn’t good for my general well-being!

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Part-time dressing – make it easier for yourself

I have tried to write the following with a view to making it accessible, both to those just beginning their journey into crossdressing as well as the ‘seasoned veteran’. I should point out that it’s quite lengthy – probably too long for a blog post and I could have dragged it out over 2 or 3 posts. I decided it would be better as one post because then everything’s all in one post if you need to refer back to it. Plus, if you’re only looking tips in a particular area you don’t have to wait – aren’t I nice to you all?!!

So … if you’re still here, and you have your tea and biscuits ready for the long haul I will assume that you are serious about your crossdressing; probably you do so for only short periods of time, maybe because you’re still ‘in the closet’ or you only have a short time outside of work to enjoy your femme side. Even those who dress part-time can achieve a fairly decent (and in some cases a frankly stunning) look. In fact many of my own forays into the feminine world last less than 3 hours – I’d guess about 2 hours is average – but I still like to try to achieve some semblance of femininity in my looks. I have covered some of these subjects in previous posts and have added links to those posts where necessary for your further reading pleasure.

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Why are things different this time?

I start this post with a question: “Why am I having feelings of desire for dressing beyond the usual?

You might well be asking “what is usual?”, and obviously the answer will be different for everyone.

Speaking for myself, the dressing desire has previously begun to deteriorate after a couple of weeks of getting back into it.  From memory it’s been a month at the very most.

This time, though, things seem to be different and for the life of me, I can’t work out why!

My “normal” scenario goes something like this:

Things start off with me beginning to notice women – more precisely, I begin to notice what they’re wearing. At first this is more a sub-conscious thing, but at some point I realise what I’m doing and I know that it’s a sign that Sarah is on her way back.

After a few days of this the old feelings that are best described as ‘butterflies in my stomach’ begins to surface and I find myself in a women’s clothes section in a daze taking in all the wonders before me.  Within a week I’m dressing again.

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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?