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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.
Artículos anteriores...
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:
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