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In late 1997, I was in Florida, and on visiting a shopping mall
came across a fancy dress outlet, selling masks and cheap fancy dress costumes.
One costume, in particular, namely a black satin French Maid outfit, complete
with white apron, cuffs and head dress, took my eye and I just could not resist
the purchase. On the check out was a male shop assistant, and he did look at me
a bit strange as I handed to costume to him. He dealt with the transaction and
as I was leaving he commented, "Enjoy yourself tonight." I was
left wondering if he thought the costume was for me or a partner. See Photo Page
1. This was one of the first dresses I had actually purchased for myself.
On my return to the U.K. I located a shop in Folkestone, Kent,
called "Fantasy Girl" and
plucked up the courage to visit the shop and purchase some white frilly maids
knickers and a white frilly underskirt to add the finishing touches to the
costume. I also purchased my own shoes, classic black patent court shoes, with
4" stiletto, which real girls just don't wear nowadays, and also a cheap
dark brown wig. Once again this was my first wig and the style didn't really
suit me, or my complexion. These were to be the first items in my ever growing
wardrobe. Prior to this I had restricted myself to wearing certain items of
clothing and shoes, belonging to my wife, which I could just about squeeze into.
On several occasions in the past my wife has commented on the fact that her
shoes must have either stretched or her feet must have shrunk. I had also broken
a hook and eye on one of her black bras trying to squeeze into it. I knew the
time had come where I had to start buying my own clothes.
One of the first occasions I dressed in company with anyone, and certainly my first photographs were taken during a visit to
Cinderfella at Poole,
in Dorset, on the 10th July, 1998. Prior to this my many years dressing was always kept
closely under wraps, in the closet.
These were my first bold steps outside even
though only in Sylvia's back garden. Sylvia and husband Gordon 'Mac' are a great
couple and have a great understanding of the TG community. They allow their home
to be used by the local TG Help Group, The Cameo Group, and you can always be
assured of a warm welcome and cup of tea. The garage is fitted out as a
large walk-in wardrobe with an amazing variety of dresses and femme attire,
including a wonderful range of Wedding Dresses, and Evening Dresses, (a big
favourite of mine).
Sylvia took plenty of time with the make-up and the
correct selection of wig style and colour to suit complexion, and I am certain I
could have stayed all afternoon and evening. As it was I had an appointment to
keep and had to hurry off after just 3 hours. I promised I would be back. At the time of writing
this site in February, 2000, I have visited Cinderfella on about four or five
occasions. These have been at the Cameo Group Meetings when as many as twenty girls
turn up and spend the evening chatting and trying on a selection of dresses,
from the wardrobe. It is great fun, totally harmless, and I have made many new friends.
Wedding Dresses have always been a firm favorite of
mine, and I must admit that I even go out of my way to pass a nice bridal wear
shop. They are obviously the ultimate in femininity and I just adore looking at
them. I also adore beautiful evening dresses and I feel it is a great shame that
ladies rarely seem to wear long flowing gowns anymore, even at formal social
evenings. Instead the cocktail styles appear to have taken over. Whilst they can
look very nice, and maybe more practical, they certainly do not look so stunning
as a beautiful evening dress.
Since this day in July, 1998, I accepted that I am what I am, and I have
built up a considerable wardrobe of clothing. I have ventured out on a number of
occasions, en femme and simply love the thrill and excitement of it all. I am
still very conscious of the fact that to most I will always be regarded as a man
in a frock, and obviously at times I feel the humiliation as people stare. I am
trying to overcome this feeling on the basis that I am doing no harm to anyone.
I am most definitely not a "pervert" but rather a happily married man.
There's
no stopping me now.
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