The Magic (when does it begin and when does it end)
The magic begins for me during the transition into Trixy at the point when I start to feel like a girl.
I always apply my make up before I get dressed so, after the mandatory close shave (not with the kids coming home early) I sit in front of the makeup mirror and begin. I do my make up in the same order, foundation with loads of concealer, eyes, (my wife thinks that my eyes are the most feminine part of my face) and finally my lips. It is with the lips that the magic begins, I spend a lot of time making sure they are perfect (as perfect as I can get them) and when I have finished I only see a girl in the mirror. I don’t have my wig on at this point and in most cases I am only wearing a pair of boxers but I can feel the magic begin.
When does the magic end, it ends during the deconstruction of the feminine me when I remove my wig. The deconstruction is performed in front of a full-length mirror, as I peel off each layer I can only see the girly me in the mirror, eventually I am standing in just my wig a gaff and makeup but the reflection is still a girl. The spell is finally broken when I remove the wig, with this final act of deconstruction the reflection immediately becomes a man.
If I remove my wig at the start of the deconstruction the magic ends, no matter how gorgeous and feminine the clothes I am wearing are, without the wig I become a man in a dress and a silly looking man at that.
So, it begins with the lips and ends with the wig, but what happens in between is pure magic.
My wife works in the duty-free shop of our countries main international airport. She is a BA specializing in perfumes and beauty products. Every year her company provides staff with $1000 with which to purchase perfumes and cosmetics at heavily discounted prices. The other evening, I helped my wife make her selections for this year (the order form is spreadsheet based and I have to drive it for her). My wife as usual selected her favorite perfumes and a little make up, I was allowed to add a few things to the list. When she had finished the total spend was only $820,
“Well.” she said “you can spend the rest on whatever you want.”
Oh, what a lucky girl I am.
I didn’t need any further encouragement, I added lots of lippy, foundation and eye shadow to the list, the prices were incredible low so I have probably bought enough lippy to last a lifetime. I have to admit that I was a little sneaky in that as I was setting up the spreadsheet I had a quick look at what was on offer and added a few things to the list before my wife came into the room, so some of the original $820 was for me as well.
I cannot wait for the big box of goodies to arrive
It has been a while since my last post but the holiday period was very busy and I did not want to risk another near miss with my daughter (I was never a boy scout). So unashamedly this post is all about showing off some of my recent pics.
So, after that unfortunate incident with my daughter I was not able to dress again until 30th Jan Oh my nearly six weeks without Trixy time boo hoo.
Well as this was the first opportunity since the day they arrived these lovely boots had to take centre stage, only this time paired with a selection of short dresses.
I hope you agree that they look stunning (I know I am too modest).
The long period of inactivity had resulted in my feet becoming very out of condition, as a result after just a couple of hours in these boots my feet were very sore. I just need a few more days in heels and they will be match fit again.
The next few pics were without the boots to give my feet a rest
Now you might think that the title of this post is a little weird considering the subject matter is crossdressing but in my home country the motto of the boy scout organisation is “Be prepared” well today I was not a good boy scout because I was not prepared for what was to unfold.
I had bought a lovely pair of over the knee boots on line which had arrived over a week ago so I was desperate to wear them. Christmas and New year was fast approaching so today was probably the last opportunity before the new year to wear them. I could not contemplate waiting another two weeks so I was determined that today was for Trixy time with my new boots.
What has this got to do with boy scouts I hear you ask hold on I am getting there.
Down here in the southern hemisphere the school summer holidays have just begun. My daughter, who lives a few minutes away, looks after a few kids during the holidays. She usually brings them over for a swim in our pool after lunch. based upon past behavior I thought that I could squeeze in a couple of hours of Trixy time before she arrived.
Everything was going smoothly, I dropped the wife at work as usual and on returning home proceeded to become Trixy. I was upstairs in my den approximately 10 minutes into the photo shoot when I heard the voice of my granddaughter outside the house, I peeked out of the window and to my horror saw not only my granddaughter but all of my daughter’s charges coming down the driveway in their togs, obviously coming for a swim.
Well to say I panicked would be an understatement I was trapped upstairs with my daughter and a hoard of kids outside, luckily all the doors were locked and my daughter doesn’t have a spare key.
I had a decision to make do I make a dash down the stairs to the relative safety of the bedroom, risking discovery on the way or wait it out upstairs, knowing that the kids would be around for a couple of hours then leave. The biggest danger was from my daughter calling me to let her into the house, she could see that I was home as my car was in the drive.
I know what about the boy scouts, I am nearly there.
In the past during Trixy time I would have a emergency kit of makeup remover etc so that I could quickly remove my makeup if disturbed so like a good boy scout I was prepared.
Well today I was a bad boy scout, I did not have my emergency kit so I wasn’t prepared for the situation that I found myself in.
Fortunately, there is a bathroom adjacent to my den so if required I could remove most of the makeup before I made my dash downstairs but my finger nails were a lovely plum colour and the nail polish remover was in the bedroom downstairs.
When my heart rate returned to somewhere near normal I decided that I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity for Trixy time and continued with the photoshoot. (Photoshoot sounds so glamorous it is just me taking a load of pictures with a tripod and a self-timing camera)
So, with one ear listening to the kids in the pool and the other waiting for my phone to ring I continued with the picture taking and the accompanying wardrobe changes.
I also made a few videos in which I explained my dilemma and trying to look relaxed.
After about 60 mins my phone rang it was my daughter I didn’t answer it but decided it was time to make that dash. Luckily my son’s bedroom is on the first floor and after removing all the girly stuff corset boobs etc I borrowed a t-shirt and a pair of track pants from my son’s room, scrubbed my face almost clean of makeup, stuffed my hand in the pockets and slipped down the stairs into the safety of the bedroom. I re-emerged a few minutes later with clean nails and after a quick shower all traces of Trixy were gone.
I decided not to go outside and talk to my daughter as I didn’t want to explain the missed call, so I made a bit of lunch and returned to the den to start the day’s work.
Well, today was the closed I have come to being discovered, but for that short time when I was posing for pics with the threat of discovery hanging over me, my heart pounding, my throat dry, I felt fantastic, although I don’t think I want to experience anything like that again.
Today was a Trixy day I was at the early stage of the transformation, (I had almost completed the foundation), when a courier arrived. I quickly put on shorts and T-shirt and went to the door to pick up my goodies. The courier driver was still sitting in his van in the driveway he gave me a friendly smile and a thumbs up, I return his greeting and retired indoors to open my booty. It was only as I walked past the mirror in the bed room that I realised that my face was covered in light coloured foundation I am not sure if the driver noticed OOPPS
Any who all the outfits that I had selected for the day were tossed aside, when I discovered that the parcel was from Lindy Bop and contained two new dresses, I unpacked them and they looked even more beautiful than on the website.
I continued with my transformation barely able to contain my excitement (so to speak) finally all was complete and I stood in front of the mirror in my new dress, what I saw took my breath away, all I could see was a beautiful girl (I know I am too modest) in a beautiful dress.
I honestly went weak at the knees, and it took me a few minutes to regain my composure. The boy side of me was gone completely subsumed by the girl looking back at me I think it was this that gave me such a shock.
I have discussed this topic before in a previous post but I was stunned to see nothing but a girl looking back at me from the mirror. I thought I knew where I sat on the transgender spectrum but that was until I looked in the mirror today, what I saw caused me to reassess that position.
Well after a wonderful day posing in my new dresses I have had time to reflect and I have concluded that I am still just a man in a dress. Yes, I would love to spend more time as Trixy, yes, I would like to spend time out and about as Trixy but living as a woman 24/7 that must be a big fat (well size 16) NO!
I work from home and only have to go into the office for meetings on average once a month, so sometimes I can combine business with pleasure, yesterday was one of those days. I dropped the wife at work as is usual on my none golfing days and returned home to start my working day. I knew I would have to put in a solid eight hours of work to meet a deadline but first a girl needs to dress appropriately for the office. I chose a classic black pencil skirt, white top nude, hose and black heels.
I had to review a complex contract and produce a costing estimate (yawn, yawn I know) which involved a lot of typing, I do love the sight of my painted nails as they flash around the keyboard. I did not complete the task before it was time to return to boy mode but I did take some time out for a few pics all in all it was a very satisfying day. There is something to be said for working in the real world while dressed as my hidden alter ego. Then there are the conference calls (without video of course) when I have discussions with colleagues from around the world dressed as Trixy it is such a rush and it brings to mind the words from the song