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Whether because you asked for it, for fun, discipline/punishment, preparation for events like Halloween or womanless contest or lack of men's clothing in the context... Have you ever been dressed as a woman/girl (or with some feminine clothing) by someone? How was your experience?
Never. But I fantasise about my SO eventually finding out. But instead of questioning it, she goes all in and confronts me with a full outfit I have to put on and present to her… 😶
Not in 'real life' Marie. But I had a professional makeover last June and Cindy put my nails on (my first time) early in the process, even before doing my makeup. From that moment I was rendered incapable of doing anything (how do GGs even function with nails on?), so she had to dress me in four different outfits. It was an exquisite experience, and I'm doing it all again in a couple of weeks. Can't wait!
Hugs, Chrissie xx.
Many years ago, Marie, when I attended school in England, each of the school's Houses had to perform a play for the entire school as part of an annual competition. When the time came for our House to accept the challenge, a play was chosen that had as one of its main characters a woman, Mrs. Something or other. Being the only Yank of the right age in our House, my mates, always ready to take the mick out of me, identified me as the one to play that part. Back then I didn't think much about appearing in women's clothing before an audience. What concerned me was that I would have to learn my lines and remember them if our House was going to win the competition. When time came for the Dress Rehearsal, my mates went to work on me and turned me into a ravishing beauty. Several of them, as it turned out, knew about make-up and lipstick; others knew about dresses, wigs, heels, and women's undergarments. (How they had this secret knowledge I still don't know to this day!) When finished with their new construction of me as a woman, however, we all knew we had a chance to succeed if I didn't blow it by forgetting my lines. While reassuring everyone I wouldn't go blank when time came for me to perform, that new presence of mind, I next realized, had been bolstered by who it was I had now become as the result of the artistic-sartorial transformation of me as a member of the fairer sex. The experience was arousing, to be sure. But it was also mind-stimulating as well as mind-changing. It was if I had finally found something I knew was always there but could never really place my hands on to complete the process of discovery. A thing that was more real than the reality I was living. Suffice it to say, opening night went off without a hitch and our House won the competition. That night when "Lights Out" was sounded, under the cover of darkness, I slipped out of my pajamas while still in bed, pulled from under the covers at the foot of the bed the bra and girdle I wore during the show, put my pajamas back on over those intimate undergarments, and had the most restful and refreshing sleep I'd ever had up until that time in my life. When the school play was next announced, I tried out for a woman's part but was given the leading role as a bureaucrat. Under the uniform I had to wear as representative of the play's political order, unknown to all except me, were the purloined bra and girdle I'd kept from the previous show, the bra and girdle that would constitute the beginning of my new parallel wardrobe for the next few decades.
Livi
That used to be a dream I used to have when a teenager at scondary school. My dream "wish" was to be taken into the needle work department by some of the girls and dressed by them into somthing they had made. Then made to go to class all day in the outfit.
I guess this was about the time I realised Ihad an inner me. Oh BTW this never happened unfortunatly.
But I was asked to go in drag for a badminton match once for a club I used to go to about at a similar age. I always regret not taking a chance and going for it. too deep in the closet.
In my younger years, I was mentored in the female arts by several female members of my extended family, as well as two teenage girls who lived across the street from us. I learned early on how to dress myself, thanks to some gracious females in my early life.
However, one event of actually being dressed by another person was during the time I was stationed in Japan, during my service years in the Navy, before I was married.
I had a Japanese girlfriend, and she was aware of my cross dressing. I stored my female clothing at her apartment, and we would often go out as two women. On two occasions, I asked her to obtain the traditional female Japanese kimono and dress me in it for one of our outings on the town. The kimono consists of several separate garments, which one must put on in the correct order. She also had to obtain a special wig, jewelry, and geta (shoes) for me. By the time she did my makeup, the whole process had taken several hours, which is why this is something we did not too often.
An often asked question and for me it is yes. I was dressed when I was four for a fancy dress competition, which I won. Then a few times for 'fun' by my sisters and also for a couple more events.
Hi Marie ................my future SO dressed me once when we were dating .............nothing racy...............she was curious............if i were more accepting of my CD I would have told her how I liked doing it....................maybe she would have helped me explore it a lot more deeply ..................because ...........she was curious......she wanted to see me dressed...........she selected the clothes ...............and not a shock of discovery..............karley
My first experience being dressed by someone else was in college. It was for Halloween, my girlfriend and future wife helped me dress for a party. I wore her panties, bra, pantyhose, dress and shoes. She did my make up and hair (at the time I had shoulder length hair which she curled). It was my first time out dressed in public and I was very nervous but did have fun.
Since coming out to my wife she helps me with make up, styling my wig and gives tips on outfits. I also do the same for her with outfits. When we go shopping I pick things out for her, she calls me her fashionista. It is fun going to thrift shops. We'll both look thru the racks and she will show me things she think Suzanne would like. Part of the fun is her picking something out, holding it up to me and saying she thinks Suzanne would like it as if referring to a friend (which I guess I am). The only thing I've trued on when shopping is shoes, haven't ventured into using a dressing room yet (maybe someday).
XOXO
Suzanne
My wife has dressed and did my make a number of times for me. While this does nothing for her and as she says is totally my thing, she does know how much I do love being dressed and made up by her.
My answer is a resounding kind-of-sort-of. When I was in 4th grade, we had to do a play where we had to wear tights. My mom borrowed one from my sister to wear once for the dress rehearsal, and once from the performance. But I don't think this really fits the category.
When I went for my first makeover and (escorted) outing, although I came with most of what I needed, the woman running the transformation shop changed a few things up. She loaned me a top from her collection which was more flattering. She gave me a bra and foam forms (they were already yellowing at the time), which she eventually let me keep. And although we tried on some wigs, I really wanted to wear my own hair, which was long enough anyway. She gave me some clip-in bangs and a headband to hide the seam, both of which she let me keep. She offered to paint my nails, but I declined. I think I had an inkling that they would be hard to clean off and ensure there was no trace left behind, and decided not to get them painted. My family knew nothing of Alison at the time.
After the makeover, we went out to the local diner for dinner before heading back to her place for me to change (at least my top) before I head home. My kids were all away that night, and my spouse (now ex) was asleep, working the "graveyard shift" at the hospital, so going home en femme was not a problem.
I had a girlfriend in high school who I convinced to dress me. It started with just a denim miniskirt. I pushed a little more and one night a friend of hers came over when we were watching a movie and I ended up getting the full treatment - they styled my hair (hard to do with the length of my hair, but mousse and aquanet worked wonders) did my makeup, and then put me in a couple of different outfits before we settled on one and went back to the movie. I didn’t know it was going to happen before her friend showed up, but we had joked about it so it wasn’t a total surprise. It was a fun night with the girls.