I would love to be dressed by a certain GG!
Over the 60 plus years of being a CD I have been dressed, by my wife, more than once. My dear late wife frequently chose my outfit, from the skin out! And she was always the one who did my makeup and fixed my wig. I would give anything to have her back to do it again!!:love:
It would be a dream come true!
I could not imagine anything more loving than being helped into my femme clothes by my wife. In fact the very idea has my mind reeling.
Lots of people have mentioned the level of acceptance this would signify. I think that for me it would go far beyond that, because being dressed is something that only the closest people do for another person, and it happens so rarely for any man it would bound, I would have thought, to be very special.
Little boys are far less independent than girls, though they invariably deny it! Girls, on the whole, are able to dress themselves – and take pride in the fact – long before boys get it right.
Part of the intimacy in a relationship, surely, is helping your g/f or wife do up her bra or that difficult-to-reach zip?
To have the favour returned would be so wonderful, I can hardly bear thinking about it.
There are other aspects to this, too.
I have recurrent back problems. It has sometimes been so bad that I cannot bend down to put my socks on and have needed my wife's help. That is about as unsexy as you could hope for.
Change the situation, though, and imagine her helping me with stockings and, perhaps, a garter belt and the blood pressure goes through the roof.
To think of her helping to smooth down a whispy light silk slip that she has just helped me into again, is a hugely attractive thought. Hell, my glasses are steaming up at the idea.
To take the concept to its logical end, and see us spending an evening together with me en-femme and having helped each other dress and make-up, would be the huge fun of taking it all off again!
Oh dear, Paige, what have you started!
Seriously, though, it would go far beyond the erotic!
I was once driving a female colleague to an appointment. We were stuck in traffic for ages, and when we saw the cause for the delay, it was very sad.
A large labrador dog had been knocked down and was lying by the side of the road, with lots of people, including the distraught owner, gathered round.
We did not deliberately look, but were unavoidable witnesses. I felt sad for everybody involved, as anyone might, but we got on our way after the delay and the event passed.
A little later, though, my colleague lit up a cigarette and, without asking, started one off for me, too, so as not to distract me.
When she handed it to me the kindness of this brought me to tears, and I found myself sobbing. In what would otherwise have been a potentially rather boring journey, my unexpected and completely spontaneous but delayed reaction to the injured or dead animal, really opened things up. We had a great trip, and became real friends.
On completely the other side of the coin, during my college years I had to find temporary holiday jobs and one year a friend offered me work in an Old People's Home. They were caring for disabled ex-servicemen with a huge range of difficulties.
I was very nervous about how I would cope, looking after such vulnerable old men, but the job included accommodation and keep, so it was too good to turn down.
Having to provide such basic care for some of these men – to the extent of helping them dress, wash and groom themselves and help them with the most basic bodily functions, was an eye-opening and humbling experience.
So – being dressed, or helped to do so, is a hugely significant thing to me and would express so much that I wish I could be with my wife!
Sorry for going on, but it is such a wonderful idea!
