Marla GG
06-13-2006, 04:11 AM
A few days ago, my friend Julie York posted an account of her first time EVER being seen en femme by another human being – me!
When Julie Met Marla (http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=32764)
As enlightening as that thread was, I thought some of you might be interested to know what the experience was like from my perspective as well. I would have posted sooner, but Angel and I just got back from our trip to England yesterday, so this is the first opportunity I’ve had to sit and reflect on the events of that afternoon.
I knew that Julie was nervous about the prospect of dressing with me, but I was sure I would be able to coax her into it when we finally met, especially considering the message that I found in my fortune cookie the evening before:
But my persuasive manner wasn’t even needed, as Julie had apparently already made up her mind to go through with it, come hell or high water. All I had to do was ask, and the next thing I knew I was getting out my makeup and going to town! Oh and just to set the record straight, Julie claims my makeup kit is bigger than Chicago, but in reality it is only about the size of Heathrow airport, I swear. Anyway I took my time applying primer, concealer, foundation, powder, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipstick, all the while explaining what I was doing and why, while Julie was (unbeknownst to me) quietly having a heart attack, or an out of body experience, or something like that. Thank God she didn’t pass out! Would I have had time to remove all that makeup before the ambulance came, or would I have had to come up with a clever explanation….like….erm…..”my friend here was a bit rashy, and we didn’t have any calamine lotion, so I….” Nah.
Julie has lovely features and it was a pleasure to do her makeup. I thought she looked beautiful, and I told her so, before sending her off to put on an outfit that we’d chosen together. She took rather a long time getting changed, and I began to wonder whether she’d gotten cold feet, so I called through the door, “Are you coming out soon sweetie? I really want to see how pretty you look.” Then voila, she stepped out and….wow! There was Julie York! I told her how sweet she looked, and gave her a hug. Then we started setting up the camera for pictures, which was when I realized that compared to Julie, I was underdressed in my capris, blouse and sandals.
http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/1802/juliemarla40mq.jpg
But I had a great idea…..why not wear some of Julie’s clothes! Maybe even the famous red shoes! I had a look through Julie’s “secret” drawer of girly things (not so secret any more, are they?) and chose something that was NOT PINK to go with the red shoes. I changed into my outfit and we amused ourselves for a while clicking about in our 4” stilettos and taking photos. Then I had another great idea…..wouldn’t it be fun to swap clothes? Hey it would be just like a Fictionmania story, only without the pervy bits. So I got to wear not only Julie’s red shoes, but her black patent ones too.
When the photo session was over we sat down and ate a nice meal which Julie (ever the thoughtful hostess) had prepared earlier, and had a few drinks. Yes I said a few! Not ten! Not even five! Although it is a well-known fact that I lose my ability to count after three, so who really knows. Anyway, it was a lovely and memorable day.
It seems to me that quite a few members of this forum have some kind of social life en femme, and regularly interact with other people in the real world. Some of you are fortunate enough to have accepting friends or family members with whom you can spend time, others go out and mingle with public, and still others attend TG group socials where you can be yourself in the company of supportive people. But everyone here, even those who are completely “out,” can probably also remember a time when no one knew your secret, when the only soul who ever saw you dressed was yourself in the mirror. A lot of you are still in that situation now, having no safe and feasible way to meet other people in girl mode. I have always seen that as a sad thing, both for crossdressers and for the world. For me, participating in that magical transformation from guy to girl is very exciting and rewarding, which is why it was such a treat for me to help Julie with her makeup, hair, and clothes, and see her go from drab to fab before my eyes. To Julie, I’d like to thank you for your hospitality and for allowing me to be the first (but hopefully not the last!) to appreciate your feminine charms in person. And to everyone else, I hope that if you ever get the chance to introduce your femme self to an accepting friend, you won’t let the opportunity pass you by.
When Julie Met Marla (http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=32764)
As enlightening as that thread was, I thought some of you might be interested to know what the experience was like from my perspective as well. I would have posted sooner, but Angel and I just got back from our trip to England yesterday, so this is the first opportunity I’ve had to sit and reflect on the events of that afternoon.
I knew that Julie was nervous about the prospect of dressing with me, but I was sure I would be able to coax her into it when we finally met, especially considering the message that I found in my fortune cookie the evening before:
But my persuasive manner wasn’t even needed, as Julie had apparently already made up her mind to go through with it, come hell or high water. All I had to do was ask, and the next thing I knew I was getting out my makeup and going to town! Oh and just to set the record straight, Julie claims my makeup kit is bigger than Chicago, but in reality it is only about the size of Heathrow airport, I swear. Anyway I took my time applying primer, concealer, foundation, powder, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipstick, all the while explaining what I was doing and why, while Julie was (unbeknownst to me) quietly having a heart attack, or an out of body experience, or something like that. Thank God she didn’t pass out! Would I have had time to remove all that makeup before the ambulance came, or would I have had to come up with a clever explanation….like….erm…..”my friend here was a bit rashy, and we didn’t have any calamine lotion, so I….” Nah.
Julie has lovely features and it was a pleasure to do her makeup. I thought she looked beautiful, and I told her so, before sending her off to put on an outfit that we’d chosen together. She took rather a long time getting changed, and I began to wonder whether she’d gotten cold feet, so I called through the door, “Are you coming out soon sweetie? I really want to see how pretty you look.” Then voila, she stepped out and….wow! There was Julie York! I told her how sweet she looked, and gave her a hug. Then we started setting up the camera for pictures, which was when I realized that compared to Julie, I was underdressed in my capris, blouse and sandals.
http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/1802/juliemarla40mq.jpg
But I had a great idea…..why not wear some of Julie’s clothes! Maybe even the famous red shoes! I had a look through Julie’s “secret” drawer of girly things (not so secret any more, are they?) and chose something that was NOT PINK to go with the red shoes. I changed into my outfit and we amused ourselves for a while clicking about in our 4” stilettos and taking photos. Then I had another great idea…..wouldn’t it be fun to swap clothes? Hey it would be just like a Fictionmania story, only without the pervy bits. So I got to wear not only Julie’s red shoes, but her black patent ones too.
When the photo session was over we sat down and ate a nice meal which Julie (ever the thoughtful hostess) had prepared earlier, and had a few drinks. Yes I said a few! Not ten! Not even five! Although it is a well-known fact that I lose my ability to count after three, so who really knows. Anyway, it was a lovely and memorable day.
It seems to me that quite a few members of this forum have some kind of social life en femme, and regularly interact with other people in the real world. Some of you are fortunate enough to have accepting friends or family members with whom you can spend time, others go out and mingle with public, and still others attend TG group socials where you can be yourself in the company of supportive people. But everyone here, even those who are completely “out,” can probably also remember a time when no one knew your secret, when the only soul who ever saw you dressed was yourself in the mirror. A lot of you are still in that situation now, having no safe and feasible way to meet other people in girl mode. I have always seen that as a sad thing, both for crossdressers and for the world. For me, participating in that magical transformation from guy to girl is very exciting and rewarding, which is why it was such a treat for me to help Julie with her makeup, hair, and clothes, and see her go from drab to fab before my eyes. To Julie, I’d like to thank you for your hospitality and for allowing me to be the first (but hopefully not the last!) to appreciate your feminine charms in person. And to everyone else, I hope that if you ever get the chance to introduce your femme self to an accepting friend, you won’t let the opportunity pass you by.