My recollections always include a mysteriously clear love for silks, nylon and lace,
In my early teens I bought make up, high heels, nylons and wore pretty feminine dresses,
The mirror told me I was female, enhanced by my sun bleached blonde girlishly long tresses,
In my secretive teen times I so loved the magic and wonder of what being female so feels,
I was so hooked and embraced being “girlish”, wearing silk, hose, dresses and even very high heels,
At seventeen I dared venture into public as a strikingly pretty, naïve yet quite alluring girl-boy,
Nervously shaking in full drag to a transgender bar innocent inexperienced and anything but coy,
Treated like I was looking for so much more than simply having the experience of being female,
Legs crossed at the bar I had to swat and reject so many old men I became embarrassed and pale,
I soon fled like a deer being hunted they were the animals and I their innocent and vulnerable prey,
I learned that being alluring and young in a short sexy dress was a most perilous and risky form of play,
On Saturday nights I would visit and venture making a few friends and acting with great care,
I was not one of those women who went out with men nor would I think to so dare,
I found being pretty and sensual was my persona in the way I needed and now often expressed,
Being a flirt and even a tease was enjoyable and just to be “me” seemed the best,
I did make a friend who looked out for my well being, safety, and always walked me to my car,
I did find it nice to find greater comfort in my feminine skin and high heels as I’d come pretty far,
Then one night with my friend I did dance and he held me close as I comfortably closed my eyes,
Strange feelings erupted within as I felt this new warmth and a surging femininity to my surprise,
I had these new feelings where suddenly at times it wasn’t just all about me and my own personal want,
When this man held me my heart changed in mysterious ways that seemed to resoundingly haunt,
Yet I rejected his offers of dinner, movies, companionship or even a quiet night together on a date,
I could never be a woman with a man especially as some kind of sexualized lover or mate,
Months later I relented, he was so supportive, so sweet, so thoughtful and ever so kind,
He had begged me for months – a simple date no strings attached was all he had on his mind,
A smooth shaven boy dating a man dressed as a woman though pretty and almost perfectly real,
I still couldn’t find a reason not to do so yet it seemed to me to be like such a very big deal,
I went shopping and bought a sexy hot dress to please him as his believably beautiful sweet date,
I must admit I was excited when he sent flowers as to be so appreciated it felt indescribably great,
The date included dinner, the opera, and a trip back to his home for an expectedly “innocent” drink,
I naively should have known just how a man with a pretty woman on a date really might think,
I had dressed in a short tight fitting almost naughty black dress that barely covered my top and my legs,
What a fool perhaps I’d been, temptingly exposed thighs, cleavage and sexy high heels innately begs,
He had bought me lingerie which he knew I loved to model in only the most private kind of setting,
Only he knew what a “girl-boy” in a see through red camisole and red 6” high heels might be getting,
Now that the drinks had relaxed my practical senses he made me feel quite safe to dare be daring,
Soon embraced in his arms in only what he had bought me to “model” and be photographed in wearing,
I was stunned at this erotic gal so beautifully adorned in the full length mirror in front of us reflected,
This “girl” couldn’t be me – she looked like more like a European model perfected,
Perhaps it was the drinks but I was melting and succumbing to his warmth and his quite gentle touch,
The feelings that filled me, so crazy, so overwhelming, I felt so female and so vulnerable and such,
Like a dream I felt his huge manhood enter my smooth backside and it hurt like an emperor’s sword,
I cried and I whimpered, it hurt so much yet unexplainably my body and soul felt so powerfully adored,
Shocked that I was being loved as a woman felt stunning yet incredulously and powerfully confusing,
Helplessly though I melted never objecting to his enthusiastic deep strokes that were near to abusing,
The passion was beyond what any girl-boy or date could have even imagined or dreamed,
I was all girl in his arms craving each stroke crying in pain and in joy while being so helplessly reamed,
It would peak into the most powerful mind blowing physical and emotional and sexual expression,
My cum would fly wildly, his while his filled my insides with such heat and so meaningful an impression, He hugged me and kissed me but I cried because I felt I had made such a huge and unwanted mistake,
I did not yet comprehend the power or the meaning in what I had unwittingly managed to break,
I swore I would never again date as I dressed to express my own femininity with my self only to please,
Yet in one week I would again succumb as I finally understood I needed more than just being a tease,
I learned that being celebrated so completely as a feminine creature went far beyond the short dress,
It was a most special gift to be so completely female and so filled is such true magic I confess,
I now even live dressed for multiple days being a mistress, a concubine, or even sexy house maid,
That incredulous first date and that “first time” with that man since proved I was in no way betrayed!
Whether a man is my “boyfriend”, Master, Daddy or a just a guy I meet for a date here’s my advice,
I have learned that to dress in erotic styles that for “him” are both naughty is what is most nice,
Pleasing the man is the joy that makes being who I am so meaningful and so sensually pure,
Femininity is quite simple and being the giver of his pleasure is mutual happiness for sure,
I am so lucky and fortunate to be a girl who is so thoroughly appreciated and so lovingly adored!
In his home dressed in stockings, short apron, high heels and feather duster means I’ll never be bored!