Sheery, undressing

There is no doubt that we as crossdressers, transvestites, t-girls… whatever you want to call us, retreat into our feminine skin, slip into something we love and momentarily basque ourselves into that girly little world of ours. The reasons may vary but it is pretty safe to say that it makes us feel good. I mean don’t we spend our lives chasing feelings and finding pleasure where we can? Then what happens when we find pleasure?

We repeat it of course.

But what really is that pleasure we seek in our femme skin? It most often is sexual (duh) yet it doesn’t just stop there really, am I right? Well, that may very well be where things can get a little complex. So back to that feeling we’re chasing, things can get arousing (duh) or maybe it calms us down after a long day of digging ditches in the prison yard. Maybe we just like that tactile tight silky feeling of that underwear that gives us that momentary chill up down down our spine.

Well, last week, I planned to try on a new piece of lingerie I had just purchased and did my usual routine of shaving all around, showering, then body lotion, then on to the makeup, etcetera. As I slipped into that new lavender teddy, I felt this incredible rush that I really only experienced a handful of times as a crossdresser. It wasn’t the usual “Oooh this is nice” while in my silkies but a more intense full-on high all over my body.

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In bed in a Wolford dress and Neon 40 tights

Read Part 1 here…

A couple of hours into the four hour trip on the train to Madrid, my excitement settled down a bit and I fell asleep for maybe a half hour or so. When I woke up, a thought crossed my mind. Shouldn’t I be “dressed” for the occasion as in be fully dolled up by the time I rang the buzzer to Kristi’s apartment? I mean I did pack very well prepared to transform into miss me with the only male clothes being what I happened to be wearing there on the train.

Unfortunately, I didn’t just go anywhere en femme in public even though I could have gotten away with it in Madrid (maybe). So I devised a plan to change into my dress and tights at the Atocha train station when I arrived, wear my leisure sweat pants and coat over them and then when I arrived at Kristi’s, do a quick transform out of them and into my heels. Hopefully somewhere along the way I could make my face up really quick. A couple hours later I arrived in Madrid and set the plan into action…

So far, so good as I made my way out of the train station and onto the metro (e.g. subway), dress and tights safely hidden underneath my clothes and I even put on my medium length red haired wig tucked under a baseball cap. I got off the metro after three stops and checked Google Maps for her street, just a few blocks away. As I arrived to her building, luck would have it that there was kind of an alley just before it with no people walking around in it, something kind of rare for Madrid. I ran up into it, pulled out my makeup bag from my suitcase and did a rush makeup job on my face using the mirror in my finishing powder to help me apply it on. Ok, this looks passable, I thought.

Then I switched my running shoes for some tall heels just as an older lady walking her dog happened to stroll past with a curious stare. I just smiled as I repacked my suitcase and made my way out of that alley and on to Kristi’s building where I arrived a minute later. I rang her buzzer and that familiar sweet voice answered which almost made me faint. “OMG we’re finally going to meet!” I said to myself kind of giggling.

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Wolford Neon 40 tights in Electric Pink shade

Not news that I love Wolford Neon 40 tights. OK let’s move on… I’ve always been obsessed with those fuscia Neon 40 tights ever since I saw them, hold on, ten years ago. Of course I gave up my search for them probably nine years and 11 months ago but I swore back then that if I ever come across a pair in whatever state it was in, I’m buying it, whatever the price.

While randomly browsing around, I happened to find Wolford tights for sale on Amazon, but the German site. Amazon does carry Wolford tights and other items (which is no surprise), however, the German version happened to have shades of Neon 40 that were not available anywhere as far as I knew. Yet further browsing around, I noticed there was an “Electric Pink” color available to buy which quickly got my attention.

Electric Pink = Fuscia? It kind of sounded like it to me but I had to find out. Could these be the fuscia tights of my dream?

Well, I happened to remember writing about those lovely fuscia tights some time ago (link above) so I dug back into the archives in this website to find that article for an image of that fuscia shade. Then I noticed that the article happened to be from ten years ago almost to the day. There was some weird time warp prophecy going on here.

With my love of anything fuscia colored then rekindled, it was time to dig deeper…

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The author before her date

Hey, we all need some lovin’ don’t we? It’s not breaking news that I’ve dipped my toes in the pool of lovely and equally horny crossdressers. Or maybe that a particular crossdresser was probably the best lover I’ve ever had. You know I do get all hot and steamy dolled up and slipping into my usual pantyhose and lingerie and, after all, what am I to do when the fantasies rage?

So, it also shouldn’t be a surprise that I am on the chats and dating applications somewhat frequently. While I do have a number of friends online, there are maybe only a handful that I’ve actually met in person. Then maybe out of those, I still keep up with a couple of lovely girls who live nearby and then another darling in another country about once a year around Christmas. Well, let’s add another lovely girl to that very short list now. We’ll call her Kristi to protect the “unabashedly guilty.”

Even in the age of social media, socializing online, including with video chat, sucks. Like big time. I definitely take it with a grain of salt since I like to talk face to face. Then again, how many crossdressers are hanging out in the little bar right down my street (none)? So, I have a continuous conundrum and just deal with the digital experience. Kristi was different and happened to stand out from the usual chit-chat chat day in and day out. We shared things in common such as our love for Rock n’ Roll… and legwear. She preferred stockings but I let that one slide though I like my stockings every now and then.

The professionally femme photos in her profile certainly didn’t hurt either. I fantasized over them.

But then things took a turn when we went from typing away in chats to video Skype. It started out with me shaving my face and then carefully applying makeup and a long wig for the first few face to face chats where she appeared to do the same. I even talked to her in a slightly more feminine voice (or at least tried) trying to leave an impression. She had seemed to have a more natural womanly voice which I found seductive and sexy. We chatted twice face to face before agreeing to “show more of ourselves” on our next call.

That meant dressing head to toe and having our cameras showing our full selves and what we were wearing. The thought excited me and the fantasies continued even so much that it probably took a couple hours for me to actually dress and get my makeup on. Here is what I wore to our first “body to body” call:

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It’s that time of year, ho ho ho. Ok, whatever, another year of getting socks, candy and a couple of t-shirts. Woo hoo! Well, your crossdressing friend (wink wink) always has a few things on her wishlist when returning home for the holidays. I understand it is not always easy to shop for that little girly man but, take it from me, these suggestions can help…

10. A stocking for the other leg.

9. A free pass to go ahead and dress away in front of the whole family. No one can say a word or they get shot.

8. Your conservative, law-abiding, church-going and happily divorced uncle decided he won’t be making it this year.

7. A good time to repurpose that perfume gift set from last year that you didn’t like.

6. An official pardon form your sister for stealing all her shit from her closet.

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The author, Sheery, right after shopping

For about the last, oh, couple of decades, we’ve had the convenience of shopping online which means 1) Waking up in the morning (or drinking wine before bed) 2) Thought comes to your head to buy something (sexy) and 3) Browse around and eventually click the Purchase button, but then 4) Wait that day or two for that “special” package to come.

Particularly for the closet crossdresser, this is fairly standard procedure… easy, you get what you feel like you want and no one else needs to know or doesn’t care on the other end. I mean would you rather have to pick out your silky treasures in person and then get that side-eye from that real female taking your payment? There use to be that day when having to shop in person use to exist you know.

Wait, hold on, you can still shop in person?!! Lingerie, pantyhose… makeup too?

OK, I’m sure there are many crossdressers out there who do actually buy their femme gear in person which nowadays isn’t anything out of the ordinary. So I happened to be near a large department store last weekend and, knowing they have my favorite Wolford Neon 40 tights, decided to go in and “have a look around.” Now, truthfully, I usually have bought pantyhose in person every now and then (even lingerie when I was 16) because it always gave me a bit of an adrenaline rush. There was even one time when I was purchasing the aforementioned Wolford Neon 40 tights when the sweet cashier lady commented to me “Wow, you just went right to those quickly!”

Um, yeah, caught. I’m pretty sure I blushed as I handed her my credit card.

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Sheery in her favorite Victorias Secret teddy

My first love has always been pantyhose since I was a kid. Yet as I grew up through my weird pubescent years I grew a fondness for lingerie way back when there were paper catalogs that had lingerie sections which I collected, my comic books of sorts I guess. I would fantasize and obsess while gawking through those pages, not at the typical ladies in bras and panties, but the more sultry garments. You know, anything with garters or all lace or “push-up” but what really caught my eye were the teddies. I fell in love with how they were basically a bathing suit but far sexier.

Then there was that time when I was still in high school, I had just got my drivers license and started working in a shitty fast food job earning minimum wage but my own fun money basically. So what did I do with that first paycheck? I drove right down to the mall, gave into my urge to try lingerie that wasn’t stolen, and bought a sexy camisole set. Wearing it later that night, with pantyhose of course, was at the time probably the most erotic and sensual experience I ever had.

Of course, being able to shop and afford things myself, my lingerie purchases didn’t stop there. With my fascination with teddies, I remember ordering a hot pink lace teddy with underwiring and a very high leg cut from a Sears catalog. Then I excitedly picked it up a few days later, rushed home and slipped it on, again, over my pantyhose. It was another sexy, sensual moment in the books but this teddy was something that truly felt amazing having on. I wouldn’t say it was a very feminine feeling but more like a sexual excitement and of course shortly after came the gratification (pun intended).

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Pearl & Poseidon stay-ups

A while back I got my hands on some Pearl & Poseidon stockings being rather curious about a company that doesn’t hide the fact that they cater specifically to pantyhose fetishists. Stockings weren’t my thing until I tried them out and now they even get a legwear rotation with a garter belt every now and then. Not to mention, they haven’t seemed to wear down with the usual snags, runs or heel scuffs. Real keepers these are!

So with the holidays approaching, time for the shopping for loved ones (me) and I usually splurge on some girly items Santa Claus wouldn’t otherwise give me. Up there on the wishlist (actually there for a while) was to try something new from Pearl & Poseidon. Since the last couple of years since my last purchase, their collection has expanded quite a bit. I’m not ashamed of being on their mail list either so I already kind of have an idea of what is coming out, probably the reason I need more of their fetishy stuff like right this minute.

I wouldn’t say the P&P items are exactly for dressing up for a quick stroll on your local sidewalks, maybe even a bit of a stretch for Carnival too. Yet they have this allure to them… shiny, silky and sheerness draped all over your body and not just the legs. Although I’ve only tried the stockings, I would gladly take their pantyhose for a spin too. Would they replace my dear Wolford tights? I wouldn’t go that far hun.

Yet this thing is something I would gladly slip into…

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Shaved legs in pantyhose

Oh yes! It’s that time of year when I can finally ditch the shorts for another half a year or so but, more importantly, I can finally have those smooth hairless legs I always love. Keep in mind that I am still (somewhat) in the closet with my crossdressing to my family and close friends so I’m aware that something like no hair on my legs could arouse suspicions. Sure, there are plenty of excuses at my disposal and/or maybe I could wear pants or jeans in 100 degree temperatures but I prefer a tendency to keep things discreet and unassuming if you know what I mean.

That said, in the warmer months, I do happen to shave my legs above the knee and use a #2 electric razor to thin out the lower leg roughage which doesn’t happen to be thick or bushy to begin with. Underneath my beloved and oft-worn pantyhose, it is barely perceptible so I generally stick to this routine in the summer months though I do tend to get lazy with it. By the way, my legs are clean shaved in the image above so I don’t want to hear it.

Come fall/winter, however, I like to ALWAYS keep things very smooth everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I especially love smooth legs. They feel nice under pants, pantyhose and, oh, silky sheets as well. Plus nicely shaven legs just look feminine and sexy, enough reasons for me!

I usually have a supply of razors and various creams and gels to get the job done. As well, I also usually dread the task of shaving every nook and cranny of my body which takes what seems like hours plus leaves me with a few nicks and several spots that I somehow missed. So call it a love/hate relation with hair removal that I have if you will. I could only think about the final product (me) where I can freely slide around on my sheets afterwards and not see even a stub poking out of my precious pantyhose.

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Similar heels that I injured myself in

Well, it finally happened. Probably the greatest peril of being a crossdresser other than getting beat up by other men with other secret fetishes. Not to mention, it took a little hit on my femmy ego. I actually injured myself…

First of all, I just have to say I love tall heels. If they are not at least four inches tall, they do not even get to touch my lovely pantyhosed feet. Oh, and that one inch platform in the front, yes, I’ll have that too! I love how they make my legs look super long, or at least fool me into thinking so. Then there are those tall stiletto heels that look like they balance on needles… my favorite.

Well, I happened to be wearing said stiletto heels not too long ago to go along with my favorite black Wolford Neon 40 tights and a sexy bodysuit. As usual, I like to prance around on the carpet, check out how my ass swings and, if nothing else, get a little practice in walking around in my most treasured footwear. Then I got a new lesson on what really needs to be practiced for the wannabe woman in stilettos taller than her ego…

Standing.

You heard me right. Hell, it is the first thing you learn once you slip into heels for the first time. It is quite a daunting feeling and experience at first but you eventually get use to it. Same with walking around. Heel, toe, heel toe. Admittedly it can be a bit scary at first but it easy to maneuver around with maybe 15 minutes of practice. Even with those tallĀ  four-inchers!

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