As many of my CD friends know, after almost ten years living in the “sticks” my beloved and I moved back to Melbourne. This meant that she no longer does her bi-weekly trips up here to baby sit; it also means that Caty’s opportunities have become severely restricted.
However, my beloved still makes a few trips back to our old stamping ground, and she left this morning. December in Melbourne is supposed to be summer and far too hot to dress to the extent I need to; to cover all the body hair, etc.
The CD Gods have been kind and today and tomorrow are max low 20’s C’. Just to be sure, I ran the air con as well!
Er Indoors (Significant other) left just after we’d both had lunch and thus my transformation to “Catherine Louise” could begin. First the shower and thence a lovely scented Estee Lauder body talc. I dressed in my lingerie, bra, silk camisole, French knickers, suspender belt, and stockings. I added my breast forms and headed to the bathroom to do my makeup and hair. Perfume (Estee lauder again), of course….
It’s been at least 4 months since I did my own hair and makeup, but as rusty as I may have been, I am quite happy with the result.
The finishing touches; I donned my Fella Hamilton white long sleeve blouse and grey skirt. Gold and pearl jewelry and black flat heeled shoes with a gold bar on the buckle completed the ensemble.
With no full length mirror in the house as “standard,” Caty’s version emerged from under her bed and her reflection did not look too bad for an old “chook” (translation, chicken).
That feeling of calmness and fulfillment we all experience when the “woman inside” is allowed to emerge is the net result. Like most of us, my posture and gait are much different and closer to the femme way of doing, thus I just love the tactile feeling of the things real females take for granted. The feel of silky, smooth lingerie and stockings, or bra straps tugging on my shoulders, and how my arms brush my breasts when I eat. Plus, the joys of the slight “bounce” of our breasts as we walk and the clicking of the flat heels on the kitchen tiles.
Dinner is taken with a glass of very good Australian Chardonnay, for as previously stated, these days Caty must celebrate the times she can be herself.
Another task accomplished today was more on-line lingerie and sleepwear shopping. These will be delivered elsewhere because they certainly cannot be delivered here, for “er Indoors” knows about Caty, and most certainly disapproves. Her absence also allows for the washing and drying of some of Caty’s winter PJ’s and camisoles. It looked so natural to have them out there drying on the clothes line. S….I….G….H… If only this did not have to be so hidden…
It’s almost bedtime now, so the ritual of changing from day wear to the silky pj’s and dressing gown will soon be the way to go. Caty is a naughty girl on these occasions; she leaves her makeup on so that when she arises on the morrow, she still looks at least halfway presentable. She may well be naughty in other ways too, but a lady does not indulge such details.
To be continued…Tags: accepting yourself crossdressed outfit crossdressing encouragement