You know the funny thing about the story of Cinderella is that at midnight the spell is over. Everything goes back the way it was, and only that which was left behind exists…the glass slipper. The question for most of us is when does midnight strike? Is when we get tired of dressing and the blue undertow comes in? Is it when our significant other puts her foot down and says enough femme time, you need to pay attention to me? Is it even a defined time, or could it be an action that puts an end to the pink cloud?
There are two key ingredients to this narrative. What is the trigger, and what is left behind? I’m sure most of us have at one time or another used a “forced feminization” narrative, which could include being put under spell by a fairy, however, that spell only comes to an end when something else acts upon us. We know there really are no such things as fairies that are 12 inches tall and fly around with a magic wand in their hand.
Some of us are fortunate that we go out en femme and enjoy that side. We can move, act, and behave like our feminine alter ego. For those lucky ones, there may not be that stroke of midnight that comes along, but only a gradual coming down from a euphoria created by the endorphins released during the thrill of that outing. For the exercise fanatics, it’s like that positive feeling you get after a good work out. There is a sense of relaxation, confidence, and contentment.
What gets left behind? There are some forums on CDH that speak to those items left behind by accident and is found by wives, significant others, friends, or other family members. They could be undergarments, jewelry, makeup, skirts, dresses, or even shoes…you know…the glass slipper. But there are other things intentionally left to remind us of our inner self. The painted toenails, the under-dressing, or the pictures left behind on CDH. All little clues we leave behind to try on to get back to that mystical place we enjoy so much, and not have to spend time with the ugly stepsisters.
Well by now, you must be thinking, what’s the point to this story? Surely Lisa, you know we know about Cinderella, and we certainly know about our desires for women’s attire. What are you getting at? I knew you were all smart ladies, and I am hoping you can help me.
See, I’m not one of the lucky ones that can just go out and “be Lisa”. Yeah, yeah, yeah, there’s the whole courage issue to get over. That is somewhat of a roadblock, but not my only one, and please believe me, I get the urge to want to go out as Lisa. In the privacy of my own surroundings, I can be Lisa with the feminine movements, behavior, you name it…well not the voice yet (still have to work on that). Lisa is very sweet just as Cinderella was in her story.
Then comes midnight; it’s when someone sees me. My wife has seen me many, many times. That’s not the same, it becomes more of a fetish time thing, but not the same. I’m not Lisa. I have also been to a couple of transformation “artists”. The first time was a negative experience with a gg. She thought it was something she did wrong, but it was me. The second artist I went to twice and was quite happy with her as she has taken many pictures of Lisa following each makeover. One of the photos she took of me is my profile pic here on CDH and still one of my all-time favorites! I have to brighten that photo up a bit and make it lighter, brighter and easier to see. However, as much as she worked with me, and I do love her work, I still didn’t feel like Lisa.
What is left behind? What is left behind is my male persona standing there in drag. I don’t get the same euphoria, the same contentment as I do when I am alone and I’m Lisa. Each scenario is different, but in each, I am not Lisa. Even under-dressing doesn’t work as intended; I either forget about it (may mean it feels natural?) or makes me feel like a man in women’s underwear. Not the desired feeling I am looking to achieve. Is it an issue of not coming to an inner peace with who I am on the inside? Is my male persona so ingrained and so strong that Lisa cannot break though? How do I find that glass slipper that will allow me that freedom that so many of us seek?
When, in your process of the thrill of cross dressing, do you feel the greatest sense of euphoria which I’ve mentioned above in my article?
On your very first night out totally en femme, did you experience strong feelings of confidence, self-assuredness, and overall happiness and well-being at the end of that first night out as Cinderella felt at the ball?
If midnight struck for you…where did you find your glass slipper?
Thank you all for reading my article and please feel free to send in a response to my article or one or more of the questions I’ve posed to you above!
Love and Hugs to you all!