El diario de Laura


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Agosto 31, 2000

Me tengo que confesar: Hace mil años que no le hago nada a mi site.

Las que ya me hayan visitado se habrán dado cuenta de esto, pero por fin voy a hacer algo al respecto.

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September 4, 1998
        I'm sure that this happens to all of you girls all of the time, but I only recently was able (or better expressed, allowed myself) to start thinking about who I was, and what it is that I wanted to get out of my dressing.
        You see, for years I've barely even dressed.  During that time, I think I turned my transvestism into more of a fetish toward dressing.  You know how it works: you don't have the time, or the place, or the clothes that would motivate you to dress, and it seems so much more expedient to read a story and fantasize and climax, and then the moment is over, the need is subjugated for a while longer.  I lost touch with my transvestism; in fact, I'd even venture to say that perhaps I haven't really dressed, and enjoyed my dressing, for some ten years or so, since I moved out of my parents' house.  You see, so many years of not really having a wardrobe really changes the character of what we do.  I really lost sight of what I felt when I used to dress up, when I used to put on make-up, and wear heels, and became subsumed in the "fantasies" on paper.
        But then it hit me: I was no longer really dressing, no longer attempting to look like a beautiful lady.  All I had to wear were some frumpy bras and girdles, a third-rate wig, and a corset that my waist had long outgrown, as well as several accoutrements that I had accumulated from the fetish phase (maybe someday I'll own up to those... I'm kind of ashamed!).
        My three-month bride was going away to spend most of a month with her parents.  For the first time, the keys to successful crossdressing were open to me: a private apartment with no intrusions, money, and time.  Could I look like a woman, even remotely?  Could I create some of the illusion still?
        The strongest part of my fantasy has always been the wig.  It's the magic of transformation, the most evident aspect of the transformation.  (I suppose if I had silicone breast forms, maybe they would share the stage...)  So I decided it was time to finally get a wig that would help me create the illusion.
        On a recent business trip, I took the plunge.  I pulled the name of a wig shop that claimed to be the most extensive one in the region out of the yellow pages.  I called and asked whether they served transgenders, and thankfully, they said yes.  (An unfriendly store, as well as my extreme discomfort with myself, were the reasons for my third-rate wig...).
        I barely made it to the store before closing time...

September 19, 1998 - The List
        I prepared for this day by putting on the nail tips the day before.  The package said that this was more effective than full nail forms, but all I know was that this was a lengthy pain in the ass, and I never got them to look very good.
        The reason I'm writing this out is that I think the process of transformation is extremely erotic.  I would love to see more photos on the net of people like us actually becoming the girls they appear to be.  But I suppose that ruins the illusion for most of you...
        This is the list of items I put on for my photo session:

  1. Cut foam
  2. Shower
  3. Shave
  4. Set wig
  5. Set up photo shoot
  6. Practice make-up once
  7. All-in-one, with rice breast forms (low-tech!)
  8. Corset
  9. Girdle, with foam pads
  10. Hose/Tights
  11. Blouse
  12. Skirt
  13. Base
  14. Eye shadow
  15. Eyeliner
  16. Mascara
  17. Flase eye lashes (which I couldn't put on, because of the huge fingernails I was wearing!)
  18. Blush
  19. Lipstick
  20. Wig
  21. Shoes
        Then I took the pictures.
 
 

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