I fist met Mistress Angel as a "man". I was merely existing, and had been doing so for a long time. I even imagined myself falling in love and having a "normal" life. I bought my first feminine clothing more than 20 years ago. Tried, unsuccessfully, to come out about 14 years ago. And had finally given it up for hopeless. I was neither a man nor a woman.. It took me a long time to trust Mistress Angel enough to let her see the real me.. the woman wanting to come out and be happy at last. And the problem was compounded by the fact that I was in Europe and she in North America. But finally it was settled. I was going to see her.
I arrived on a cold day of winter, a bit nervous, a bit excited, wondering what would happen. I didn't have to wait long. As soon as we reached the hotel room out came the hair removal cream and the haircoloring.. within an hour my hair was a beautiful red, and my skin as smooth as a baby. The very next day she whisked me of to the beauty parlor and had the hairdresser cut and style my hair. Letting one and all know that yes, I was a man being feminized. It was quite embarassing but also exciting. They gave me a beautiful cut and admired the new colour of my hair. We went shopping for a few things and enjoyed our stay in the big city. Mistress Angel lives in a small town and a few days later off we went home. There I found a whole new wardrobe waiting for me. You will see some of my dresses and negligees in my photo album. When we are at home, I am expected to wear my blue uniform to work. It's not a show uniform, it really is a working one. Wearing it, I am expected to cook and clean. But I enjoy every moment of it. Nothing pleases Mistress Angel as much as having me bring her her coffee in bed wearing my uniform. At last I've been forced to become what I always knew I should be, deep down inside. My Mistress has given me a new life and I will always be thankful to her for her patience. As a man, I merely existed. Now I LIVE ! I am learning to smile again....
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