I recently ordered a wig from Wigs.com, a beautiful Louis Ferre "Jennifer" model in the Moccachino color, for half price. I tried it on the first time last Friday in a hurry, wearing my guy jeans and T shirt and male glasses, and saw a dude who looked like he should be working in the physics lab at Cal Tech.
Oh, well, back to the drawing board. So today, after clearing up a client meeting and a lot of phone calls, I had an hour or two at home. I grabbed a Victoria's Secret bra and panties, a pair of Aeropostale denim jeggings, a Hollister T shirt and my wig, and put myself together.
Even in just bra, panties and wig, I started to see a girl in the mirror. Fully clothed, Carly finally came to life, and I almost cried. I am sorry I have to say it, even without makeup and a half day beard shadow, I looked freaking CUTE!
Sorry, no photos. I am out to my wife, and have the run of the house and sometimes the gardens, but she does not want anyone else to ever know about me or find out about me.
Even so, it felt amazing to finally realize this wonderful feminine part of myself.