paola_gemi
01-31-2015, 12:12 PM
One day when I started to have the urges of dressing up, I decided to carefully plan my first time out.
It took probable a few months to get everything ready. For one thing I had yo coordinate it when my wife would be away; So I started to buy a few things, since I had nothing then.
Little y little I got all the essentials like make up, some clothes, high heels, a wig, etc. 10 years ago the internet was not as full of information as it is today, but you could still find a lot of knowledge, tricks and tips.
I wasn't worried about make up because I have three sixtes so I always knew how to do the basics, tucking was a bit of a challenge, but I managed to learn a few tricks and practice a few times before my big plan.
I learned that it really takes a lot to do the right tucking, I only got two techniques that I felt confortable with and stuck to it.
The anticipation of everything was always a thrill, weeks before I went out, I tried to master my techniques because I really wanted to pass as much as possible.
I tried to figure out what the first step would be, and shaving my body was the first, then doing my manicure and pedicure, fro then on it was mostly a piece of cake. The tucking was in the bag so I did it before make up, to make sure everything was in place while I move and would be conformable as possible.
Make up and clothes followed then the wig, but for some reason the last part has always been to slip into my heels, for me that is what sealed the deal to complete my transformation.
When i put the heels on, I was already prepared to go out, I had already all my items prepared. I had my purse with the touch up make up items, cash, an spare key to my car, and an id.
In a gym bag, I had more emergence make up stuff, some panties or anything else that I would think would be useful such as nail polish remover, wet towels, etc.
Also I had my set of guys clothes, shoes etc.
Once I was ready, I grab all my stuff and took a big breath before crossing the door, of course after picking thru the window to see if any neighbors were out.
I felt a little bit of a rush, walking across the parking lot going to my car, and it was the greatest feeling when my feet touched the ground with my high heels, clicking all the way for about 50 feet from my door.
Little breeze refreshing my legs going up to my mini skirt and coolness clashing into my thong, wow not having anything hanging from your body and your butt almost naked felt great.
I got in my car and there was another feeling, driving with the heels on.
I put some relaxing music and drove my self about 25 minutes to NYC, once in the city, was another story, every red light I was a little concern, I felt that people look at me, but I wasn't sure because I thought I look good or because the masculine side would sneak out of my face.
Anyway, I knew where I was going and there was no nervousness, more a sense of excitement and accomplishment.
When I arrived to the night club I was going I saw a line of people standing there. It was I gay club, I though I would be safer from judgement there. When I got to the door, Knew I passed, or at least I though I did, because I had to show my ID to the doorman, as he compared almost in disbelief my picture and ran his eyes up and down and said "VERY CUTE" as he handed back my id.
I was at the club for may be an hour, I had only water because I didn't want to expose my self to any trouble.
Then I drove back to my vary satisfied and happy of what I had done. I broke the ice, and it really was a milestone for me.
After that time I did it again the next day and went to a private party, and from then on every time was much easier.
But nothing like the first time out, it was a mix of nervous, excitement, and triumph, but the most important thing was how feminine I felt and how goo felt being in my skin.
It was a real thrill, please share your stories.
Hugs,
Paola.:daydreaming:
It took probable a few months to get everything ready. For one thing I had yo coordinate it when my wife would be away; So I started to buy a few things, since I had nothing then.
Little y little I got all the essentials like make up, some clothes, high heels, a wig, etc. 10 years ago the internet was not as full of information as it is today, but you could still find a lot of knowledge, tricks and tips.
I wasn't worried about make up because I have three sixtes so I always knew how to do the basics, tucking was a bit of a challenge, but I managed to learn a few tricks and practice a few times before my big plan.
I learned that it really takes a lot to do the right tucking, I only got two techniques that I felt confortable with and stuck to it.
The anticipation of everything was always a thrill, weeks before I went out, I tried to master my techniques because I really wanted to pass as much as possible.
I tried to figure out what the first step would be, and shaving my body was the first, then doing my manicure and pedicure, fro then on it was mostly a piece of cake. The tucking was in the bag so I did it before make up, to make sure everything was in place while I move and would be conformable as possible.
Make up and clothes followed then the wig, but for some reason the last part has always been to slip into my heels, for me that is what sealed the deal to complete my transformation.
When i put the heels on, I was already prepared to go out, I had already all my items prepared. I had my purse with the touch up make up items, cash, an spare key to my car, and an id.
In a gym bag, I had more emergence make up stuff, some panties or anything else that I would think would be useful such as nail polish remover, wet towels, etc.
Also I had my set of guys clothes, shoes etc.
Once I was ready, I grab all my stuff and took a big breath before crossing the door, of course after picking thru the window to see if any neighbors were out.
I felt a little bit of a rush, walking across the parking lot going to my car, and it was the greatest feeling when my feet touched the ground with my high heels, clicking all the way for about 50 feet from my door.
Little breeze refreshing my legs going up to my mini skirt and coolness clashing into my thong, wow not having anything hanging from your body and your butt almost naked felt great.
I got in my car and there was another feeling, driving with the heels on.
I put some relaxing music and drove my self about 25 minutes to NYC, once in the city, was another story, every red light I was a little concern, I felt that people look at me, but I wasn't sure because I thought I look good or because the masculine side would sneak out of my face.
Anyway, I knew where I was going and there was no nervousness, more a sense of excitement and accomplishment.
When I arrived to the night club I was going I saw a line of people standing there. It was I gay club, I though I would be safer from judgement there. When I got to the door, Knew I passed, or at least I though I did, because I had to show my ID to the doorman, as he compared almost in disbelief my picture and ran his eyes up and down and said "VERY CUTE" as he handed back my id.
I was at the club for may be an hour, I had only water because I didn't want to expose my self to any trouble.
Then I drove back to my vary satisfied and happy of what I had done. I broke the ice, and it really was a milestone for me.
After that time I did it again the next day and went to a private party, and from then on every time was much easier.
But nothing like the first time out, it was a mix of nervous, excitement, and triumph, but the most important thing was how feminine I felt and how goo felt being in my skin.
It was a real thrill, please share your stories.
Hugs,
Paola.:daydreaming: