Sorry if this seems silly, but I'm all a'glitter on this wonderful 4th of July weekend, having fun, and my mind has wandered back to a crazy time way back when. Wondering if any of you have gone this far into the wrong to be feminine …
I was just 22 and had rented an attached little cottage from this wonderfully glamourous older woman. Surprisingly, my closet hadn't a solid backing, only a screen sheet. On the other side was… good lord, my landlady's closet. Bit by bit over the months I drew out so many of her things… dresses, tops, lingerie and so privately made them mine, always returning them completely intact, and doing so only when she was not at home, of course. And then, if you can believe it, she asked me to house-sit for a few weeks while she went off on vacation, giving me her keys to water her plants. Needless to say, those few weeks were wondrous. I could go on and on, but suffice it to say it was if I her things became my own over those weeks. Never had I had such freedom and privacy to become the woman of my dreams, yet alone nearly anything I could ask for (albeit breast forms, which I was still using stuffed hosiery). She even had a vanity filled with makeup, which to this day I try to emulate. And as this home was rather secluded, this was also the first time I was able to be femme outside, which I took full advantage of, lounging around as my pretty self in full glare of my private little sanctuary. Such heaven… and so wrong!
So… have any of you crossed such lines?
Robyn