Not much to say here apart from I was genuinely enjoying myself (I know it does not look that way) at being dressed up as a woman. I had undergone a waxing session removing all of my body hair ( I was nearly weeping after that one!).

I had put on my breasts, a lovely soft bra, rather skimpy sexy panties (women have gorgeously sexy underwear) and it made me feel quite feminine and sexy and I put on a blue pinstripe shirt dress (I love this style) unbuttoned to hint at my breasts beneath (sadly they are not not real), pulled on silky tights (pantyhose), slipped on my favourite wedge heeled sandals and flicked out my wig and added a bit more mascara and lipstick before almost laughing out loud with sheer joy at once more being my female alter ego Helene.

To become a woman is liberating and emotionally a real release and the sheer exhilaration is beyond compare, but I suppose you need to be transvestite to understand this as I doubt most men would feel the same way.

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