Frédérique
12-05-2009, 04:08 PM
I don’t think MtF crossdressers talk enough about the simple pleasures of dressing, so I thought I would write this post today. I’m having second thoughts about actually submitting it, :o but here goes…
I went on a little trip yesterday. Don’t worry, this is not one of those “Freddy gets out the door” type threads – I promised my friend I would never do such a thing! Anyway, I actually did get out for some quality time by combining my three passions – photography, driving my Jeep, and dressing up. I went on an excursion to nearby Kanopolis Lake, which, for you geography buffs, is right smack-dab in the middle of Kansas. It was a sunny, but cold day, ideal for feeling the difference in my attire. On the way to the lake, ostensibly to take landscape photos, I began to revel in the numerous pleasures I was experiencing…
First of all, John and The Twins were tucked away, and I mean TUCKED. It’s not emasculation, it’s enrapture. My undergarments were snug – not a drop of looseness anywhere (BTW, not a drop of arousal, either). I think the person who invented Lycra should get a medal or something. The panties emphasized the tuck, the bra gave me the sensation of being hugged, and you become more aware of the shape of your body whether you want to or not. My pantyhose offered more snugness, caressing my shaved legs in all directions and somehow making me forget how cold it was outside. My shoes (flats) were also nice and snug, made for the task at hand, not that good for walking but perfect for driving. I was wearing one of my favorite skirts, pleated, knee-length and woolen, with my upper body encased in a cozy black shrug for warmth (made shapelier with breastforms). My white blouse underneath had long sleeves and a dainty collar that looked very nice against the black cropped sweater. I was also wearing a black beret, pinned to the back of my wig – it’s always amusing to feel hair where there usually isn’t any! I could feel the dangling earrings on my earlobes, swinging when I moved my head, banging gently into my upper neck. My very red lipstick felt smooth and creamy, and my makeup made me look presentable (in the rear-view mirror, at least). Since it was Friday, I was wearing a bracelet identifying my unexplainable compulsion to the world, but there was nobody out there to see it. Being a Jeep with a standard transmission, and thus, a clutch, I got a thrill every time I had to shift gears – when I raised my left leg a burst of warm air from the heater would shoot up under my skirt! :heehee:
I made it to Kanopolis Lake in my state of bliss, but there was nothing to photograph. I drove instead to the lake shore, parking near a bluff overlooking the beach. I walked down to the shoreline and simply enjoyed the solitude of the place – it was extremely quiet and peaceful. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t been near a shoreline of any kind in years (consider where I live). As I was walking along the beach I felt less like a male in women’s clothing and more like an androgynous boy/girl – in other words, I felt young again, so I ran around a bit out in a state of sheer joy. However, when I realized my arms were extended for balance, and my skirt twirled when I abruptly changed direction, I felt more like a girl, or, more specifically, a girl/boy. Before I left I bowed in the presence of nature – actually more like a curtsy, since I was firmly in my feminine “space.” It was indeed a good day! I love these simple pleasures and the feeling of well-being that comes along with them, even though it’s a solitary, and somewhat lonely, existence…:facepalm::sad::straightface::)
Anyway, don’t mind me. Maybe everyone else just takes things for granted, but I want to hear what YOU have to say about the pleasures of dressing…
I went on a little trip yesterday. Don’t worry, this is not one of those “Freddy gets out the door” type threads – I promised my friend I would never do such a thing! Anyway, I actually did get out for some quality time by combining my three passions – photography, driving my Jeep, and dressing up. I went on an excursion to nearby Kanopolis Lake, which, for you geography buffs, is right smack-dab in the middle of Kansas. It was a sunny, but cold day, ideal for feeling the difference in my attire. On the way to the lake, ostensibly to take landscape photos, I began to revel in the numerous pleasures I was experiencing…
First of all, John and The Twins were tucked away, and I mean TUCKED. It’s not emasculation, it’s enrapture. My undergarments were snug – not a drop of looseness anywhere (BTW, not a drop of arousal, either). I think the person who invented Lycra should get a medal or something. The panties emphasized the tuck, the bra gave me the sensation of being hugged, and you become more aware of the shape of your body whether you want to or not. My pantyhose offered more snugness, caressing my shaved legs in all directions and somehow making me forget how cold it was outside. My shoes (flats) were also nice and snug, made for the task at hand, not that good for walking but perfect for driving. I was wearing one of my favorite skirts, pleated, knee-length and woolen, with my upper body encased in a cozy black shrug for warmth (made shapelier with breastforms). My white blouse underneath had long sleeves and a dainty collar that looked very nice against the black cropped sweater. I was also wearing a black beret, pinned to the back of my wig – it’s always amusing to feel hair where there usually isn’t any! I could feel the dangling earrings on my earlobes, swinging when I moved my head, banging gently into my upper neck. My very red lipstick felt smooth and creamy, and my makeup made me look presentable (in the rear-view mirror, at least). Since it was Friday, I was wearing a bracelet identifying my unexplainable compulsion to the world, but there was nobody out there to see it. Being a Jeep with a standard transmission, and thus, a clutch, I got a thrill every time I had to shift gears – when I raised my left leg a burst of warm air from the heater would shoot up under my skirt! :heehee:
I made it to Kanopolis Lake in my state of bliss, but there was nothing to photograph. I drove instead to the lake shore, parking near a bluff overlooking the beach. I walked down to the shoreline and simply enjoyed the solitude of the place – it was extremely quiet and peaceful. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t been near a shoreline of any kind in years (consider where I live). As I was walking along the beach I felt less like a male in women’s clothing and more like an androgynous boy/girl – in other words, I felt young again, so I ran around a bit out in a state of sheer joy. However, when I realized my arms were extended for balance, and my skirt twirled when I abruptly changed direction, I felt more like a girl, or, more specifically, a girl/boy. Before I left I bowed in the presence of nature – actually more like a curtsy, since I was firmly in my feminine “space.” It was indeed a good day! I love these simple pleasures and the feeling of well-being that comes along with them, even though it’s a solitary, and somewhat lonely, existence…:facepalm::sad::straightface::)
Anyway, don’t mind me. Maybe everyone else just takes things for granted, but I want to hear what YOU have to say about the pleasures of dressing…