Some cross-dressers like to share their feminine side with other people.

But I find the act of dressing to be the most arousing aspect of the habit, and I prefer to experience such events solo. Instead of making dates or going to parties with other cross-dressers or frolicking about town, I stay in. I savor every moment of the beautification process. I let myself luxuriate in silky lingerie and satin dresses. Even my footwear isn’t meant for strutting about in public. I buy only the highest, sluttiest heels — shoes I can’t really walk in but that look incredible while I lay in bed.

The process starts the same way every time: in the bathroom. I fill the tub with hot water and toss in a lavender bath bomb, and then I soak for 20 minutes, letting the water soften my skin as the floral scent relaxes... Leer Más