A few days ago, I had the chance to do full makeup for just the second time ever (shameless plug: I posted a few pics in the gallery ) and absorbed the experience primping and dressing for the six hours I had. I loved it…. just loved it.
But I knew the moment was coming where I had to let Sayyidah ‘Sue’ go back. It was a strange feeling that made me kind of sad. I mean, I really didn’t want to say goodbye. I may have actually said out loud, “but I don’t want her to go.”
Does that happen to any of you gals? I imagine it does or did when you first started dressing. I guess my real question is how long did it take for that feeling to fade away. How long did it take for the stripping off of the forms, panties and makeup to become easier and easier until it was nothing at all to let your femme alter ego go away again.
~ Sayyidah 'Sue'