I believe the best of thrills of crossdressing are the moments before and after you step out in the world dressed as woman. But each time you do it, it becomes more normal, causing us to push ourselves more and more to achieve that thrill.
Eventually, you end up going out wearing a cocktail dress. I remember my first time:
I went for a strappy look with a strappy black dress and strappy black high heel sandals. I wore a push-up bra to accentuate a bit of side-boob in this dress. Wearing a bra with a strappy dress gives you that “double strap bra look,” that I personally like so much in women. It can look so sexy when one of the straps gingerly falls off your shoulder. I like to adjust my bra strap in public also. My legs were in barely black tights; my dress was too short for hold up stockings. My red painted toenails were clearly on display in those sandals. Red acrylic fingernails finished the look. You have your make-up and wig on. For me it was brown, shoulder-length with wavy hair.
Oh my god, I feel so exposed. I cross my arms and touch my bare shoulders. I look in the mirror at this sexy woman. She has a lot of exposed skin, her feet, legs, chest, shoulders, arm and back all available for everyone to see and touch. It is a good job she went to spa for the full skin treatment including wax and exfoliates the week before. Her skin feels so soft and smooth.
I uncross my arms and tidy my hair. I feel the chill under in my freshly shaved arm pits. Take a deep breath, open that door, and walk out. It is like walking around naked, all exposed, soft and delicate. You can’t walk fast in the heels; you must take small steps, and therefore are unable to escape danger.
Having bare shoulders makes me feel vulnerable, soft, and fragile. I have never overcome it. I like to wear a little top to cover my shoulders; maybe lace or chiffon.
The question is always, “Why?” Why do I do it? Why dress in this sexy way to get noticed? I like it when women give me that dirty look. I assume it’s because they don’t have the confidence to dress like me. I also like it when I meet nice women, who see something in me and what to chat.
I usually dress like this to go to a night club. I prefer to sit outside in the smoker’s area so I can talk to people. I sit on a bench, and then attractive, young women in their equally skimpy dresses come and sit next to me. They cuddle up to me for warmth, leg to leg, bare shoulder to bare shoulder. I was just one of the girls. We complement each other on our choice in clothes.
I can say that sometimes the thrill is in dressing and getting ready. Sometimes, it’s in going out and being seen as the woman I present. And sometimes, it’s in the interaction that happens when other’s only see me in the moment, the woman I am.