I guess that at some point in our crossdressing journeys we have all experienced that moment when we step in front of the mirror and the person staring back at us is for a brief moment a stranger, a beautiful stranger.
For me it doesn’t happen often but when it does it takes my breath away, my most recent breathless moment was yesterday and some of the photos that captured that moment are shown here.
When I dress, I do try to look as feminine as possible and there are times when I don’t like what I see in the mirror so I just change it until I do.
There are times when I l am unable to fully dress (make up wig etc.) so, I just wear a nice full slip with some satin panties around the house. At these times I do not like to look in the mirror as all I see is a man in women’s underwear.
Oh but when the war paint is on and the curves and hair are perfect wow the mirror becomes your friend again and every so often the image in the mirror takes your breath away.