A switch

(Inspired by a caption of @jamies-latex-lust​)

Every school has a troublemaker, and Crawford Prep was no exception.  For this prestigious boarding school William Smith was a constant source disruption and mayhem. The wearisome 15-year-old spent his time at school causing pranks and bothering other students. William could have been a great student as he was quite bright, unfortunately dear William loved nothing more than spreading chaos. On a nearly weekly basis the school had to send reports back to William’s parents about the latest problem he had created. Headmistress Reynolds though had become tired of William’s antics and had devised a unique solution of dealing with the brat.

William was informed that he was to go to the Headmistresses office in the morning. Reluctantly he went as ordered. Inside the office, Reynolds was waiting for him with a large briefcase on her desk. On the briefcase there was a strange symbol and letters in big purple writing that said Baroness Inc.

“Mr Smith. Good to see you have arrived.” She greeted. “Though you are 10 minutes late. Punctuality is an important trait to have for a good student.”

William rolled his eyes and took a seat. “What’s up Reynolds?”

“What is up, Mr Smith, is that I have been informed by your teachers that your recent behaviour has become unacceptable.”

“Really, ol batty Horowitz couldn’t take the banter. What y’all gonna do about it?” William sneered, putting his feet on the Headmistress’s desk.

“Well my first instinct was to suspend you.” She told him, pushing his feet off her desk. “But I fear that would do you good. You would eventually come back here and cause more trouble. I would then expel you, losing you to the life of a wasteful fool forever. You are a smart young boy, Mr Smith. You deserve better than that. You simply lack discipline, and I have a way to fix that.”

Headmistress Reynolds opened the briefcase, revealing a strange rubber suit inside.

“Before I can explain our course of action, I think it is best that you first try on this suit. I will leave you to your privacy.” She then stood up and promptly left the room, leaving William inside. He heard her locking the door.

Immediately, William tried to find a way out of the office. The door was locked, the windows was locked, there was no escape.

“That crazy bitch really has me locked in here.” He said to himself.

“I heard that.” Came the headmistress’s voice from behind the door. “Now at least have a good look at the suit. It is for your education. And make sure you follow the instructions as well!”

William was half tempted to chuck something heavy at a window and then just leg it. He figured he might as well see exactly what the madwoman wanted him to do. He went to the briefcase and moved to pick it up. Upon touching the suit, he felt a zap in his fingerprints. He swore, then tried again, this time only feeling the smooth rubbery texture of the suit. He grabbed it with both hands and lifted it up. The suit was flesh coloured, similar to his own skin but paler. Pulling it out of the briefcase, the suit flopped down, revealing itself to be a full bodysuit with feet, gloves and hood attached. He could tell from the breasts on the front and the slit in the crotch that this was meant to look like an adult woman.

“Bloody hell.” William remarked. The bodysuit, despite its rubbery feel and sheen appeared extremely lifelike, like he was holding the skin of someone who had been hollowed out. A part of him was freaked out, the suit looking like something from a horror movie, but another part was intrigued. He wondered how he would look wearing the suit, how it would feel.

In the briefcase he found a note of instructions, telling him that in order to wear the suit he would have to get completely naked.

“Huh, guess that’s why the Headmistress left me here alone.” He said. “Am I really doing this?” He shrugged and said “Why not? Better than being suspended.”

After first checking that he was completely alone, William undressed completely. He picked up the suit and gingerly pushed his left foot inside. The rubber lining felt smooth on his skin and sent shivers up his spine. It felt so nice and tight. He pulled it all the way up to his thigh, covering his leg in the suit. He looked down and saw that his left leg now looked almost like the leg of a girl. It was slender and smooth, and aside from a few wrinkles looked just like an actual human leg. He pushed his other leg in and pulled it up. He then noticed that on the inside of the suit’s crotch area was an insert for his genitals. Feeling no problem with that, he placed his dicks and balls inside, finding them fitting in very neatly. He pulled the suit up to his waist and found himself with a very lifelike vagina on his crotch. William never had gotten lucky with a girl to see a vagina up close, but the boy’s frequent perusal of online porn meant he knew what he appeared to now have. Though this one had more hair than the girls on the web.

“But it is trimmed quite neatly.” He said, not at all concerned about why he would care about having a neat bush.

He continued onward and pushed each of his hands into the arm folds. Fitting his fingers in the gloves, he now seemed to have very womanly hands, with long dainty fingers. He chuckled when saw that with the suit over his chest he now looked like he had a pair of deflated boobs.

“I look like a sex doll.” Normally this would concern him, but the lovely feel of the rubber suit was making feel nonchalant about this whole thing, as bizarre as it was. “Welp, time to zip me up.”

He had a bit of trouble, but eventually he was able to reach down below his back and found the zipper. He pulled it up to the back of his neck, sealing his body into a facsimile of a woman.

“Guess it’s time for the mask.”

The mask, currently flopping out in front of him, had holes for his eyes, mouth and nose. It also had a wig of realistic looking brunette hair attached. He gripped the mask and pulled it over his head. It took a bit of a struggle, but he finally got it to fit right on his face. He reached for the zipper and fully sealed him up. Now he had the bodysuit completely on. He felt he looked ridiculous as despite the realistic flesh tone of the rubber and detailed vagina, breasts and face, he was obviously wearing a fake bodysuit. Yet the feel of the tight latex over his entire body was heavenly. He never knew the joy of such fabric on his skin, on his face. He started to fondle his rubber body.

William then remembered the instructions in the briefcase. There was another step. In the briefcase was a remote device with several buttons. According to the instructions, once the suit was fully worn, he was to press the red button.

It was at this point that William realised that he properly should stop. That this was all just a bizarre prank being played by a perverted headmistress. He could tell the Headmistress that he put on the suit. She would laugh or something. He would call her bluff and try to wear it outside, maybe even get her in trouble. Or even better he could take it all off and just be suspended. Spend time back at home with his parents who were never around much anyway so they would not really notice he was not at school. William had a bunch of options that did not involve pushing the sinister big red button. But William was not the type of person who would miss an opportunity to press the big red button.

With his rubberised hand, William pushed the red button. Immediately he felt a tingling all over his skin. The suit was vibrating and began to constrict heavily. William felt immense pressure and on body, especially his waist, as the suit tightened and squeezed. It was like he was wearing a corset that was being compressed further and further making it hard for him to breathe. At the same time the floppy breasts were filling up, becoming full and firm and quite large. The suit also pulled up against his crotch, the sensation of the latex rubbing up his penis causing him to moan. He grabbed his rubber vagina and started to feel greater touch down there. William keeled over, as the constricting rubber caused him a perverse mixture of pleasure and pain. He closed his eyes, as it became all too much for him and his almost passed out.

It felt like eternity, being lost in the agony and ecstasy, but a moment later it all stopped. He heard the door open and sound of her stilettos indicating that Headmistress Reynolds had returned to the office.

“I see you have done what I have asked. Very good.” She said, offering a hand. “Now let’s get a good look at you.”

She pulled a woozy William off the ground and led him to a nearby mirror. There he was shocked by the sight of a beautiful naked woman. It took only a moment for him to realise that he was looking at himself. There was absolutely no sign that he was wearing a bodysuit. There were no crinkles in the naturally looking, and feeling, skin. Instead he looked like he had the face and body of an adult woman.

“What have you done to me?” William then let out a gasp, as his voice had changed into that of a woman as well.

“I suppose I should now explain.” Headmistress Reynolds began. “You are currently wearing a bodysuit from Baroness Inc. I had you put it on because I have a solution towards dealing with your lack of discipline. You act without responsibility because you do not know what it is like to have responsibility. In this suit you will now act as my deputy headmistress for the next… let’s say… two months. If you take on your responsibility and help me keep order at this school, I will release you. If not, then I will keep you in that suit for an indeterminate length of time.”

At this point Headmistress Reynolds grabbed the remote and placed it in her drawer, locked it with a key, then placed that key within her cleavage.

“It is my belief that as deputy headmistress, you will learn the importance of maintaining discipline in others, and in yourself. Do you understand?”

“Not really.” Said a disbelieving William. “This is crazy. Just cause I look like a sexy bitch doesn’t mean I can be one.”

Headmistress Reynolds let off a soft chuckle. “You don’t quite look like a sexy bitch yet. First we need to get you dressed.”

She opened a wardrobe in her office and started handing the disguised boy lingerie and clothes.

“For your first day we could get you in the classic leather skirt suit. It’s simple, gives a direct statement. Feminine and imposing at the same time. Good for work and evening. There’s also the possibility of you wearing a uniform. You could wear a school uniform, or a nurses uniform, or a police uniform? Maybe even a nun? Or maybe we can get you in a full Victorian governess dress? Something with a corset. High neck. Ruffles.”

The headmistress threw a heavy dress at William that nearly made him fall over.

“I know. Motorcycle leathers. Get you a Harley. You can be the cool edgy deputy. Maybe get a few rebellious girls on your side. Or maybe what you need is some proper equestrian gear. Jodhpurs, riding boots, a tight leather jacket, a riding hat with a black lace veil. The perfect strict and appropriate look for an educator. Plus, it gives you an excuse to wield a crop. Now there is an important question on whether or not you wear a pair of glasses.”

“Enough!” William shouted, throwing all the clothes on the floor. “You may have gotten me to put on this stupid bodysuit, but you will not make me dress like a harpy bitch!”

Reynolds was silent for a moment and glared at William with a dark cold fury in her eyes. She grabbed him by the neck and pushed him face down onto her desk.

“I will not accept such insolence from my deputy. You will learn the importance of discipline.”

Reynolds struck William on his arse with her hand. The bodysuit did not dull the pain in the slightest.

“You will understand the beauty of punishment” *SMACK* “And how it improves one’s self.” *SMACK* “You will learn Discipline.” *SMACK* “And you will mete it out with the importance that it deserves!” *SMACK*

William felt humiliated as the headmistress spanked him. Here he was, in the body of a sexy adult woman, and he was being spanked like a little baby. What was even worse, was that with each hit, alongside pain, he was also feeling pleasure. His fake vagina was even getting wet. The impossibility of everything was making him lose his sense of reality. His could not comprehend anymore that he as a teenage boy in a bodysuit. She was an adult woman, getting spanked by her superior and embracing the glory of punishment and discipline. Her cries of pain slowly became cries of ecstasy.

After what seemed like an eternity of being spanked, Headmistress Reynolds finally relented. She knelt down to William’s head.

“Are you now ready to truly begin your education?” She asked softly, almost whispering in her ear.

With tears in her eyes, William nodded.

“Say it. I need you to say it.”

“Yes. I am ready.”

“Good. Now get up. We need to get you dressed.”

The headmistress instructed her pick up the clothes off the floor. First was a black silk panties and bra, the latter of which Reynolds helped her put on as she had difficulty fitting in her large breasts. Then came a leather skirt and jacket. Finally, a pair of stiletto heels that matched Reynolds own. She then sat William down in front of the mirror and did her makeup, giving her strong eyeshadow and dark red lips.

“You will soon learn to do this yourself of course, one must maintain discipline in their appearance, but I’m willing to be lenient on your first day. Now get up Deputy Headmistress Willa Daniels. You have a very important two months ahead of you.”

Willa, as she thought of herself now, was still having trouble comprehending all this. She figured she should be having a panic attack, but there was something that made her want to take this challenge on, to prove herself to the headmistress. She stared into her reflection, seeing a strict and powerful looking leather clad bitch, and found herself anticipating the reactions of her former classmates. The boys would not know whether to fear her or be attracted to her.  Ruminations of games she could play with her students filled her mind. She was going to have so much fun. Deputy Headmistress Willa Daniels of Crawford Prep stood up on her 5 inch stiletto heels and followed the Headmistress into the hallway, ready to begin her new life as a disciplinarian.

Wouldn’t that be fantastic?! ~dreaming… again…. still~

Ladies, Encourage Your Men to be Girly

I share often that my wife is tolerant of my dressing girly, often supportive of me in my girliness, and sometimes encouraging.  We have a great relationship and my girliness does not hinder that.  I wish that it enhanced it, but I don’t think I can make that claim.  Less frequent are the times when my wife suggests that I be girly.  Most of the time, she accepts it when she sees it.  Rarely though, does she propose that I put on feminine clothing.

There have been those moments when I dressed and we went out.  There’s a whole episode of her buying me a pair of Keds and us walking around the mall together without a stitch of male clothing on my body.  It was a fantastic evening!  And there are have been some times when she bought me something girly for “fun”.  But perhaps the best moments are when she asks me to wear something feminine.  Again, it’s very rare, but it has happened.  “Why don’t you put on a bra and some panties, get comfy, and let’s watch a movie together?”  Now, that was an incredible night in more ways than one!

There are certainly times when I wish my wife would be more forthcoming in asking me to wear something girly.  I fear to push it, though.  I don’t want to scare her from it and I’ll take what I can get.  I’ve expressed many times to her that I have no desire to be a woman or even to try and pass as a woman.  Even still, I don’t push it.  Perhaps someday, she will be more suggestive.  

I’d like to say something to the cis-gendered girls out there, if by chance any of them actually follow my blog: Encourage your guys to embrace the feeling of girly clothing.  Encourage them to wear bras and panties, sexy lingerie, cute shoes, and anything else that can bring out their girly side. Suggest late night romps as girlfriends, propose a shopping trip and insist that he must wear all girl’s clothing, or have a girly spa-like day filled with leg shaving, pedicures, makeovers, etc.  Prod him to accept his feminine feelings, emotions, and actions. Make it fun for him and for you too. You’ll be surprised what embracing femininity could do for him, for you, and for your relationship. I think that you’d also be surprised that outside of his girly moments that you encourage, he’ll still be the man you love.

Girliness is happiness.

This was his first solid week locked in chastity and the results were amazing. Just like I’ve read. I’ve locked him up for short periods of time before, but this was our first trial period for extended lock up. We started on a Friday evening. The lock snapped shut at 8pm and the only key went around my neck, to be worn for the entire week. By Sunday night the effects began showing. Yes, there was some whining, begging, and general complaining. This was expected. When it got to be to much, I sternly told him to stop or we’d begin adding time. Those words did the the trick each time.

On Monday when he complained about the device pulling on his hairs, I removed it and trimmed most of his hair off, leaving only about ¼ inch. The device went back on right after the shaving. I loved the new “neater” look and thought to myself “this is how all small white cocks should look”. By Tuesday I began seeing a remarkable difference in his behavior and overall attitude. I came home from a long day at work and found all the household chores done. The vacuuming, the dishes, the dusting, almost everything.This was unheard of. It had only been 4 days and I was already loving the results.

We spent the entire evening watching TV while he rubbed my feet. We ended the evening with him lapping my pussy for ½ hour and bringing me to multiple over the top orgasms. This was a turning point for me. If I had ever had any doubt that locking up his cock was the right decision, those doubts were gone. All the articles and stories I read were dead on. I was ecstatic and already began plotting how I would make this “trial period” a permanent arrangement.

The rest of the week saw him submission deepen each and every day. On Wednesday he went to his underwear drawer and found all his boxers replaced with my own panties. With the confused look on his face I crept up behind him and reached around to cup his little locked cock in my hand, I whispered heavy in his ear:

“Honey, with your little cock neatly shaved and locked away, it looks so feminine, so I thought why not take the next step and keep you in panties for the rest of your trial period”

He hesitated only briefly before picking up beautiful green selection and stepping into them. My pussy immediately became moist. I don’t think I have ever been happier in our relationship. The road we were heading down was even better then I had fantasized. I turned him around and pulled out my phone to snap a picture. I wanted this moment saved for ever. He instinctively moved his hands in front of his crotch to cover his panty clad locked cock. In my new realm of female dominance I saw this as an act of disobedience that could not be tolerated. Without thinking I physically pushed him against the wall hard. The look on my face must have been pretty angry, because I recognized the fear in his eyes. I spoke firmly and deliberately:

“Listen to me you bitch! I own that cock and I own you. If you disrespect me like that again you’ll buy yourself another week in lock up. Is that clear?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry” was his only reply.

I slapped his face hard. “Don’t forget who is charge here!”, i said as i fondled the key that hung from around my neck.  I took the pics I wanted.

He meekly nodded in agreement. The lack of fight he put up was telling. HIs submission to my verbal and physical attack was feeding my already growing feelings of power and dominance. My emotions were running high and it felt like another milestone moment in our journey towards a Female Led Relationship was unfolding right before me.

I was caught in the moment. Already dressed for the office I quickly removed my pants and threw him on the bed. The events that had led up to this had my pussy sopping wet. I mean I had just slapped him in the face and called him a bitch, and he did nothing.

I mounted his face and began grinding out an orgasm. He didn’t resist. I don’t think he could have if he wanted to. My thighs were clamped around his head and my pussy was ravaging his face.

“You understand you’re my bitch now don’t you?”

“Yeth” all I could hear from under my hungry pussy.

I lifted up for only a second: “What are you to me”

“I’m your bitch” Came his immediate answer.

Perfect I though to myself. I finished and quickly for dressed again and headed off for work.

On my drive in I thought about the scene. First the humiliation he must have felt when I announced that he would be wearing women’s underwear from now on. Then the humbling emotion when I physically pushed him into the wall and slapped his face, before forcibly queening him. Then finally the pictures of his locked, shaved, and pantied cock. I imagine he feared what would happen with those? Who would I show them too?

At this point I knew that this is what I wanted. I wanted this trial period too become a permanent lifestlye. We would both be happier, it would improve our relationship and deepen our love for each other. Studies have shown this to be true and my own experiences reinforced this.

On Friday I spent most of the day at work reading more articles and guides on building a loving Female Led Relationship. Saturday morning, the time we had designated for his release, was coming up and I really didn’t want this to end. Why would I?

I hadn’t had to do any housework all week. My bitch did it all

I got waited on hand and foot at night

Foot rubs and worshipping every night

And all the oral sex a girl could handle.

It was perfect. If I unlocked him Saturday morning, I feared all the progress we made this week would be in vain, and we’d be starting at square one again. I just couldn’t allow that to happen. But I had given my word at the beginning that this would be a trial period. Of course I could just “Change my mind”, but what if I could make it his idea to continue?

Friday night is here and and my perfectly behaved caged man is at my side. All the housework done, pretty panties covering his weak little white dick. I’m wearing my tightest pajama bottom and stroking his cage, over the panties, and asking if he’s excited about it being removed tomorrow? Of course he is. I’m whispering in his ear how much I’ve enjoyed this week and how I feel we’ve made tremendous strides. His cock is straining against the cage. I tell him he can take of the panties. His cock is oozing with precum. I reach down and wipe a drop of with my finger. I raise my finger to his mouth and he obediently sucks it dry.

I tell him to get on his knees while I remove my pajama bottoms. Constantly reminding him that tomorrow is his big day. I lay back down on the couch, and much like the past week, ask him if he’d like to eat my pussy. Of course the answer is an exuberant “YES”. He begins to approach, but I stop him. “Maybe you should have to wait?”

I turned over and guide head to within inches of my ass. I let my cheeks brush his face and his lips. “How would you like to worship my ass instead?”.

“I’d really rather eat your pussy”

“That’s not an option tonight” I kept my tone friendly but decisive.

“If that’s my only choice then of course I want to worship your ass”

I should point out that in 4 years together, he has never properly worshipped my ass. I think most women who are not in a Female Led Relationship are missing out on this very pleasurable experience. Another reason to chastize your man and make him your bitch.

I brought his face to withing an inch of my ass before stoppng.

“If that’s your only choice? No, you have a much tougher choice to make now bitch. How bad do you want to worship this ass in your face?”

I was stroking his cage. Precum was furiously leaking out. I knew what the answer would be. He was in a frenzied state and would do or say anything.

“Please let me lick your ass”, he begged

Here was the moment of truth:

“Okay, I will let you do that, but in return you have to agree to go one more week in chastity. The choice is yours. You can say no and we’ll stop the teasing tonight and let you cum tomorrow as planned”

During this whole discussion his face was an inch from my ass. I felt each breath against my exposed cheeks.

“I’m sorry honey. I know this is a tough decision. I know how badly you want to lick my asshole, but you also have been waiting to cum tomorrow. You can only have one, what will it be?”

No immediate response. After a few seconds I said “You’ve got 10 seconds to decide”

HIs breath hastened. I began counting down. I got to five then I felt it. His lips on my asshole. Oh my god! I’m overwhelmed! A week ago there would be no chance of him ever eating my ass. Now he’s giving up an orgasm to do it!

“You know what this means honey?”

He murmured a yes as his tongue began exploring my ass.

“Oh baby, I’m very happy with the decision you’ve made. Look at how far we came, and now we have another week to go. I love you my bitch”

I was triumphant. He truly was my bitch and we were on our way to a fulltime FLR. I was true to my word. He didn’t get the privilege of eating my pussy that night, but all efforts were directing at pleasing my previously neglected ass. How humiliating. How degrading. How truly loving. How humbling. I lost track of time as I fell into and out of bliss.

Can You Imagine?!

It might not actually be the newest craze. Maybe it’s just crazy to think that there might be a path to the Gym Bunny way. Yet, I can’t help but feel that there is a niche within the fitness world ready to accept men dressing as women. As the trends in physique appreciation continues to shift to the more sleek and refined rather than bulky and clumsiness, there might be a small window to make a case for a more feminine appearance on men. Who knows?! The Gym Bunny way might just become a craze.

Can you imagine gyms dedicated to helping men have more feminine appearances? I think I’ll dedicate a future blog to this with more thoughts:

Obviously, women would be welcome. After all, they would benefit greatly from working out with such girly creatures of fitness. But the point would be to encourage femininity.

There would be clothing stores stocked with the best of women’s fitness clothing. Each gym would be outfitted with beauty salons and luxury spas. Tanning could be an option (bikini’s required–you know, for hygiene purposes). Trainers would be available, dressed only in the most adorable feminine outfits, whether they are male or female. Maybe there could be scholarships offered for men who couldn’t pay to dress as maids and serve as janitorial staff. There could be sponsored outings such as hiking, biking, and marathons. And for those special sessions, perhaps an 80′s inspired aerobics class, a cheerleading camp (uniform required), ballet and dance, or instead of goat yoga, heeled yoga where even the men must wear 3 inch plus heals or wedges. Yes, I think I could see it! And yes! I believe women would love to see it too!

Let’s imagine fit girliness together!

I Shouldn’t have to Beg

I’m probably more tuned-in with my passions for girliness right now than I am at other times in the year.  I can’t necessarily pinpoint the reason, though I think the arrival of cooler weather helps.  I’m also in a cutting season, meaning that with a great loss in body fat, I just feel more feminine.  To say that I’m “focused” is a bit of an understatement.  Truthfully, I wish I was as focused at other times as I am in this season of femininty.  I love it so much.  It’s been weeks since I’ve worn boxer briefs.  I don’t go three days without shaving most of my body hair.  I walk and talk with more of a girly spunk and less like that of a lumbering lumberjack.  And I spent countless hours browsing Amazon and Ebay for my next girly purchase (as soon as i have the funds, of course).

The focus is real, but I need more.  I not only need skirts, dresses, and nighties, as well as a dozen more yoga pants, I need more of you girly boys by my side, even if it’s miles and miles apart in the anonymous land of Tumblr.  The world is such a dreary, messed up place.  It all seems so dark, gloomy, and depressing.  It needs some transforming colors of pink, lavender, or coral.  It needs more soft guys, beta boys, sissies, effeminate men, crossdressers, etc.  It needs more lace and flowers to bring a sense of order to this testosterone-inhibited madness.

I shouldn’t have to beg, considering my audience of panty wearing heroes, but please focus on your girliness.  I need you to be my girly friend.  I need you to be as feminine as you can be in your given circumstances.  It’s not only me, however.  The world needs you to be girly.  It needs you in your panties and bras, in your makeup, in your dresses, skirts, heels, and hose.  It needs you in your capris, your wedge sandals, your bikinis, your yoga pants, your boyfriend jeans, and your pink, flowered, short shorts.  It needs you clean shaven and perfumed, ears pierced, and nails painted.  And it needs you, if it is your thing, plugged, locked, corseted, and willing.  Whatever is your taste, (yes, it could be that too), the world needs more of it.

You might ask, “Why does the world need me to be girly?”  The best answer is “Why not?!”  Perhaps you’re looking for something more substantial.  To keep readers from turning away from long posts, I’ll simply say this: In my opinion the world needs more girly boys because we can be a bridge which unites many islands of estranged thought.  The same would be true of manly girls.  But, I’ll save all of that mumbo jumbo for a future post.

Girly Boys can change the world!  It needs us!  It just doesn’t know it yet.

My Love-Affair with Femininity

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Don’t we all cherish a little self-spoiling from time to time?  I know of no human who would resist an occasion to feel a sense of luxury and ease.  We’re not made to be busy all the time.  We’re not made to be what people expect all the time either.  Sometimes we only want to be at ease and find comfort in ourselves and in our place and time.

I’ve had a long-running love-affair with being girly.  This affair is my release, my escape, my moment in sweet luxury.   

Life as I know it doesn’t afford me the pleasure of being Candie.  I can pretend to be Candie, play at it, and dream.  I can write about it, be artistic in it, and share thoughts on an anonymous blog.  Yet, because I’m committed to “life as I know it”, my delightful girl-on-the-side must remain as an affair.

I suppose that you understand where I am coming from, even if you are more open than myself, transitioning, or perhaps just now sampling in femininity.  I’ve tried to put a stamp on why I love girliness so much.  It’s not worth the stress to wrestle with the why’s.  It’s too woven in my heart to get anxious about that.  It’s enjoyable, it’s peaceful, it’s comfortable, it’s sexy, it’s me…it’s me.  The more I linger in femininity, the more I long for it.  The more I dress, the more I appreciate it.  It’s beyond lust.  It’s more of an intimacy.  That all seems strange since I don’t have any concrete desire to leave my “life as i know it”.  Maybe, just maybe, I’m cheating myself of some real happiness.  Perhaps my little love-affair is what is cheating me of something else?  However, what I do know, is that I greatly adore feeling pretty, soft, and even demure.  I cherish my affair with femininity.

Tempt me with panties, bras, cute sneakers, and adorable casual outfits.  Lure me in with pretty dresses, heels, and lingerie.  Seduce me with bikinis, leggings, capris, wedges, makeup, jewelry, and fabulous, flowing, hair.  Let me feel the soft caress of silk and satin, the pleasure of yoga pants and sports bras, and the cool breeze underneath skirts.  Make my eyes dance with love for your embrace.  Femininity, take me away to your hypnotic realm of mystery and luxury, that I may immerse myself, if even for a moment of a time, in all of you.

Much love to you all!