This is the traditional Glamour Shots pose.
I will say that I went to Glamour Shots twice and
the people there were outstanding. They made the
experience so much fun. I hope to go back again.

Yes that is my hair!

The result of a Glamour shots visit in 1992. It was for a Karoke Halloween Costume party. I sang Bonnie Raitt's "Let's give 'em something to talk about". I also won first prize.

The result of another Glamour Shots visit in 1994.
There is a funny story here. The woman I was dating got an invitation to a Victor/Victoria party. In short, the men had to dress as women, and the women had to dress as men. Knowing of my 'passion' she wanted to pull out all of the stops. We went to Glamour Shots for the makeover and I borrowed her dress. My roomate came home just as we were leaving and she talked him into posing with me for this picture. When we got to the party I was in the doorway (ladies first you know) and some of the dressed up guys started yelling not fair! It turn out they thought I was really a woman who did not get dressed for the party. My girlfriend looked great in cowboy boots and a mustache. We had a blast that night!

I will try to explain who Tiana is.

Physically I have a slight build. I am 5'8" tall and weigh 140 pounds. I usually wear a size 7/8 and occasionally a size 9. I can wear size 10 - 10 1/2 in womens shoes. So I am fortunate to be able to buy off the rack. Being an American Indian I can get away with wearing long hair. Most days I have it braided in the back. Once in while my wife will French braid it, which I really like. I can look rather androgenous if I want to. When I am dressed female I go for a conservative look. I try to blend in rather than draw a lot of attention to myself. I feel more confident that way. I don't think anyone has ever guessed that I am male.

I began wearing my sisters clothes when I was three or four years old. I remember that I was jealous because they were not my clothes. From time to time I would lock myself in the bathroom and go through the laundry hamper. I would put on as much of her clothing as I could and admire the reflection in the mirror. What I saw was a little girl looking back at me. As I grew older the desire grew stronger. During my senior year of high school, I worked part time at the city library. One day I happened upon a magazine story about a transsexual. My heart did a flip flop. I was elated. I finally knew who I was. More importantly, I now knew that I could correct this gross error! Of course, working at the library gave me the opportunity to do extensive research. Believe me, I was on a mission! I knew what I wanted to do, now I had to figure out how to do it.

That was 1975, this is 1997. So what happened? Well, I grew up in a modest family. My stepfather raised five of us on a house painters wage. A good solid southern man, he gave us virtues. To tell the truth, I was afraid. I was afraid to pursue my dream. I did not have the courage. I did not want to hurt my family. As soon as I graduated I went to work trying to put myself through college. I received a small scholarship that paid for my tuition but not for living expenses. I had to work. That lasted a couple of years until the yearning for money motivated me to quit college and work full time. I entered the construction business. For the next couple of years I built houses and put up fences.

1979. My family was getting concerned because I was 22 and not married yet (southern roots). They began pushing me and the girl I was dating. Well, she was looking for a way to get away from her folks, so there we were. Eloped, married, and trying to figure out who this person is. I will say she did have great clothes! I always seem to date girls about my size. (ha) I began to see no future in the construction business, only blisters. I got a job at a factory. The company paid for college tuition, so I went back to school. Low and behold, working all day and going to school at night gave my wife plenty of time for extracurricular activities. Damn, that didn't last long. Ego wise, I was devistated. I was so embarrassed that I had failed. I let my family down again.

I spent the next few years rebuilding. Divorce is such a pain. Well, single again I began building my own collection of clothing. Every year near Halloween time, I would hit the second hand stores and mall sales under the guise of buying a costume. I actually had a very nice wardrobe after a while. I turned thirty in 1987. I figured I was too old anyway to go down the path to womanhood. Should have done it when I was 18.

1997. Here I am. Married again. I have a wonderful wife, really. She is tolerant of my 'fun'. She has rolled her eyes a couple of times. I showed her all of my pictures once. She was floored. She could not believe how convincing I was. When she was pregnant with our daughter she complained that she had forgotten what all of her dresses looked like because her tummy had gotten so big. I was feeling frisky and went into her closet and one by one modeled every single outfit she owned. That was fun. I have taken over her favorite jammies. An oversized cotton sleep shirt from Victoria's Secret. She doesn't seem to mind.

Now I have a 2 1/2 year old beautiful little girl. I am living a girls life by watching and studying her. I will say this, if this marriage does not last, it will be my last. That event would launch me to pursue a dream.

Well, I still have Halloween. And occasionally I have to go out of town on business and I manage to take a few extra's. I'll let you know.

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