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 me. Then I lather up and shave my entire body from the neck down. I scrub myself gently with a moisturizing body gel, making every bit of flesh fragrant and femme.

After draining the tub, I turn on the spray to wash my hair and rinse off. I always use a creamy coconut shampoo; it makes my hair smell like summer. When I hop out of the shower, I let myself air-dry a bit while I shave my face. Feeling sleek and pretty, I pat myself down with a towel and then smooth luxurious lotion onto my skin, allowing the cocoa and shea butter to soak in and leave me feeling silky-smooth. By this point, I’m guaranteed to have a raging erection.

I often jerk off after I’ve moisturized. There’s almost nothing better than the feel of my lotion-softened hands running up and down my thighs and teasing me into the ultimate state of arousal before my fist wraps around my shaft and starts stroking. It only takes a minute or two to get myself off because of how horny I am.

After I’ve soothed myself with a good orgasm, I can focus on completing my transformation.

Makeup comes next, and my mood determines my color palette. Last time I dressed up, I went with darker shades, because I felt sultry, but I choose pastels when I’m feeling more playful. First, I’ll apply a thin coat of tinted moisturizer, making sure to blend the lotion in with my fingertips. Then, I use a cream blush on my cheekbones to give myself a hint of sun-kissed color. I follow that up with eye shadow and mascara, and then a swipe of creamy lipstick.

Once my makeup is on, I have to admit, I spend a good five or ten minutes admiring myself in the mirror. I look good — I can’t help it — and the sight never fails to rejuvenate my cock.

“It only takes a minute to get myself off because of how horny I am.”

With my full beauty routine complete, it’s time to get dressed. I have a dresser full of high-end lingerie to choose from. Sometimes I like to put on a matching bra-and-panty set, and other times I pair separates with complementary stockings and garters. Still other times, I choose a negligee or a camisole with a pair of panties. Like my makeup, my selection depends on my mood.

After I’ve dressed in my outfit of choice, it’s time for high heels. Lately, I’ve been enamored with 5-inch stilettos. I find it impossible to walk more than a few feet in them, so I keep the heels in my bedroom closet; that way I only have to stumble the short distance to my mattress.

Once I’m comfortably settled amongst my fluffy pillows, I play an X-rated movie or read some of my favorite erotica, jerking off languorously. I caress my thighs, silky smooth from my bath and moisturizing, then work my way closer to my cock, caressing my erection through my lingerie. Then, once I’m amped up, I reach for my dick, tightening my fist around it and stroking myself.

A few dozen pumps of my hand are often more than enough to make me shoot, but the pleasure I feel is so immense, I immediately start looking forward to the next time I’ll play dress-up.