Debra Helen's Story, continued
IDENTITY CRISIS STRIKES
It's now the early 1980s and I'm back in Europe traveling around. All my female clothes are in a box that I had shipped from Sydney. On a camping vacation in Europe I meet a wonderful woman (GG) from the United States and we fall in love. I believe that I can purge my feminine identity because I certainly didn't want to explain to my new partner my predeliction to the feminine. I destroy all my female clothing and accessories....thousands of dolalrs worth of feminine articles. Looking back I could cry at the loss! My resistance to my inner female didn't last long, however. Within a few months I began to feel a deep longing to have my body transformed into Debra, so I purchased some lingerie from a nearby department store. I moved to the United States and got married, living in New York for a year before relocating to the deep South.
By now I had begun to accumulate the basic necessities to become Debra again on a regular basis---lingerie, wig, make-up, a couple of basic outfits, and a nice pair of pumps. One day, while wandering around the mall, I came across a sale of prom dresses in Sears and found the most incredible lacy dress, in a soft peach color, with long sleeves and a high neck that I just couldn't resist buying. Trembling with anticipation. I raced home and transformed into Debra, wearing my new dress. It felt so beautiful, so soft, and so incredibly feminine that I began to cry. How could I resist feeling so wonderful? Why couldn't I be a female all the time and wear such beautiful, sensual cloths? I wanted so much to be a woman full-time, but I realized that circumstances just wouldn't allow that to happen. I had to satisfy myself with the occasional few hours of femininity that I could have on a fairly regular basis. Unfortunately, my spouse did not know of my desire to be feminine and I didn't know how to broach the subject.
Living in New Orleans provided me the opportunity to dress as Debra on a fairly regular basis. Several active cross-dressing groups could be found in the area and relatively close by in Houston, Texas. The most fun was dressing up and heading to Bourbon Street, where the normal was abnormal and transgendered people could enjoy themselves without too much harrassment.
Visiting The Boudoir in London, January 2003
I need to be more diligent in writing this story and keeping it up-to-date! However, I just returned from a trip to London where I met the fabulous Miss Jodie Lynn and Tracie at The Boudoir in London, England. Jodie Lynn runs a dressing service for trannys and she's wonderful. I arrived at her salon and received a makeover, then got dressed for afternoon tea at the Ritz in swanky downtown London. The lovely Tracie accompanied me as we rode in a taxi to the Ritz Hotel and enjoyed the famous afternoon tea.
The fun of dressing up and taking tea among the hoity-toity was just too much!
The accompanying photos were taken just before we left in the taxi for the Ritz. The sheer joy of walking into the restaurant dressed so feminine and sitting down to tea and sandwiches is hard to describe. Although I know several other patrons "read" me, I didn't care because I felt so pretty. I have to get dressed up and go out more often!! Only a month before, I dressed up and went out to a restaurant in Manchester, England. The area known as the Village in Manchester is very tranny friendly and I had a great time, but didn't take any photos, unfortunately.
Dressing Up in Manchester, England, January 2004.
During December, 2003, and January, 2004, I visited Manchester, England, and spent the whole day dressed up, visiting an art museum in the morning, shopping in the afternoon, and having dinner at a nice restaurant in the evening. I should do this more often; it's fun!
Last updated on 11/9/04
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