Elinor
01-05-2005, 08:37 AM
A is my Apron trimmed with white lace
when I was a housemaid and kept in my place.
B is my beautiful Blouse and my Bra
which lifts up my Boobies, how lovely they are!
C is Camiknickers. I have to undo
the gusset before I can sit on the loo.
D is the Dress I first wore after dark
when I dared to go out for a walk in the park.
E was my Earclips - my Eye-shadow too:
the one that I chose was a soft shade of blue.
F is the Feminine Frocks that I fancy:
all Flouncy and Frilly, befitting a nancy.
G is my Gymslip and Gym-knickers too.
For Girlies like me they're of course navy-blue.
H is the Headscarf that covers my Hair,
just like a Kensington lady would wear.
I is the Image I see when I stare
into the mirror: a woman is there!
J is my Jumper. A wool one that fits
tightly, to show off the curves of my tits.
K is my Knickers. One style I adore
is directoire, the kind that my auntie once wore.
L is my luxury silk Lingerie;
the natural choice for a Lady like me.
M is Mascara. I don't use too much
to lengthen my lashes - only a touch.
N's for my Nightie. The feeling's so good
I'd sleep in one always if only I could.
O is my Overcoat: soft camel-hair
is just what a princess like me ought to wear.
P is my Petticoats, pretty, I think,
with Panties to match in a soft shade of pink.
Q is for Queen. I'm one, I confess,
with something unusual under my dress.
R is for Rachel, the name that I chose
for myself when I knew I must be "one of those".
S is for Stockings, Suspenders and Skirts.
The longing to wear them in public just hurts.
T is for tights: though suspenders are best
when a girl wants to feel she is sexily dressed.
U 's for the Undies I'm happiest in:
flimsy, and frilly, and so feminine.
V is the Virginal white wedding dress
I wish I could wear as a bride, I confess.
W's the Woman I wish I could be:
and a Wife for a husband who'd look after me.
X is for Xtasy. Y is for Yes!
And Z is the Zip when I undo my dress.
I've put on my nightie, but now it all seems
I am seduced by these fanciful dreams ...
All I can do is to dress and pretend,
and dream the impossible. That is the end.
anonymous
when I was a housemaid and kept in my place.
B is my beautiful Blouse and my Bra
which lifts up my Boobies, how lovely they are!
C is Camiknickers. I have to undo
the gusset before I can sit on the loo.
D is the Dress I first wore after dark
when I dared to go out for a walk in the park.
E was my Earclips - my Eye-shadow too:
the one that I chose was a soft shade of blue.
F is the Feminine Frocks that I fancy:
all Flouncy and Frilly, befitting a nancy.
G is my Gymslip and Gym-knickers too.
For Girlies like me they're of course navy-blue.
H is the Headscarf that covers my Hair,
just like a Kensington lady would wear.
I is the Image I see when I stare
into the mirror: a woman is there!
J is my Jumper. A wool one that fits
tightly, to show off the curves of my tits.
K is my Knickers. One style I adore
is directoire, the kind that my auntie once wore.
L is my luxury silk Lingerie;
the natural choice for a Lady like me.
M is Mascara. I don't use too much
to lengthen my lashes - only a touch.
N's for my Nightie. The feeling's so good
I'd sleep in one always if only I could.
O is my Overcoat: soft camel-hair
is just what a princess like me ought to wear.
P is my Petticoats, pretty, I think,
with Panties to match in a soft shade of pink.
Q is for Queen. I'm one, I confess,
with something unusual under my dress.
R is for Rachel, the name that I chose
for myself when I knew I must be "one of those".
S is for Stockings, Suspenders and Skirts.
The longing to wear them in public just hurts.
T is for tights: though suspenders are best
when a girl wants to feel she is sexily dressed.
U 's for the Undies I'm happiest in:
flimsy, and frilly, and so feminine.
V is the Virginal white wedding dress
I wish I could wear as a bride, I confess.
W's the Woman I wish I could be:
and a Wife for a husband who'd look after me.
X is for Xtasy. Y is for Yes!
And Z is the Zip when I undo my dress.
I've put on my nightie, but now it all seems
I am seduced by these fanciful dreams ...
All I can do is to dress and pretend,
and dream the impossible. That is the end.
anonymous