Patty Phose
Registered On: May 7, 2016
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At 17, I decided I was going to dress like a girl and go out. I had dreamed and fantasized about it for so many years. I wanted to be all pretty and show off my sexy legs in pantyhose like the girls did.

I bought some short girl’s shorts, put them on over my pantyhose and took a a look in the mirror. I chose a pair of shorts that flattered and showed off my legs the best. It was a good look but lacked a lot. I bought a pair of platform wedges.

When I put them on with the shorts and pantyhose and looked in the mirror, it was like, OMG. I have sexy girl legs. I couldn’t stop looking. I did all kinds of poses. I was so excited. I wanted to go out right there and then, but didn’t want to stop looking in the mirror.

When ever I could, I would put the pantyhose, shorts and wedges on, look in the mirror and just marvel at my sexy girl legs. I was so excited. Couldn’t wait to go out wearing that. But I was lacking in the overall girl look. I needed breasts.

I bought a couple of bras and made up a couple of forms from old pairs of pantyhose. I got them just right. When I looked in the mirror a flush of euphoria, thrill and came over me. I loved my legs. Now I had breasts. I couldn’t stop looking at myself. Endless poses checking out my girl self. Endless euphoria, excitement and pleasure.

But when I saw my whole self in the mirror, my fantasy came crashing down to reality. I was great from the neck down, but from the neck up, it was me wearing those clothes. I needed hair.

I decided I was going to try to look like Daisy Duke. I saw a wig in the window of a wig store I wanted for that look. After much window shopping and courage building, I went in. I told the woman about the wig I was interested. I told her I was going to be in a school play and I needed long hair for the costume.

I tried on the wig I wanted. Loved it. I loved my hair. It was a nice brown color. But she had another one just like it in dirty blonde. I liked that too. I bought them both.

I couldn’t wait to see how I would look in my short shorts, pantyhose and platform wedges with breasts and heels. When I looked in the mirror, I was overwhelmed and amazed. A sexy girl with great legs, beautiful breasts and pretty hair was looking back at me. I was a girl. I posed and moved, working on my girl style. Had to have the look and the moves just right.

There was as much time in front of that mirror as I could get lots of euphoria, pleasure and excitement enjoying seeing and practicing my girl self.

It took a while and a lot of courage building before I went out. When I did it was incredibly scary but exciting and thrilling beyond belief. But when I didn’t get to go out. I enjoyed as much mirror time as I could get.

Once I did go out, I began doing it more and more and gradually got bolder and bolder as I improved my look and girly moves.

When I was 18, I got my own place and began dressing freely everyday and began going out often. Of course I had a mirror to check out how I looked. When I didn’t go out, I often enjoyed a lot of time with that mirror working on my girl moves and style.

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