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(MF, cd, no-sex) *** After 37 years, most of which I've only dreamed of soft silk, smooth satin and rustling petticoats, the opportunity has at last arisen to bring some of those dreams to fruition. Only last Spring upon becoming "modemized" did I stumble upon Compuserve's "Genderline" and CB Channel 13. Until that time I had been completely and tightly closeted. Despite the fact that cross-dressing or at least thoughts of it had dominated my sexuality since before puberty, only my wife of 11 years had any inkling of my desires. Even she had to wait until a year after we were married before I shared even a part of my true nature. At the time, although she appeared tolerant, I assumed she couldn't "enjoy" my transvestism so even after she went so far as to purchase several lovely "gifts" for me, I kept my dreams and fantasies to myself. Whether it was fear or embarrassment, to this day I don't know why I remained so defensive and thus refrained from any activity other than furtively collecting TV fiction whenever I got the chance. Little did I know all that was about to change. After several weeks of "lurking" on Compuserve, afraid to even speak, I finally worked up the nerve, chose my new name, and made myself known to those who would soon become my friends and "sisters". I was made immediately welcome and delighted in the openness and warmth of all who shared my up-till-then secret love of all things feminine. I think "died and gone to heaven" is the appropriate phrase. Being the compulsive character I am, I made myself a home and spent hours making new friends and trying to learn as much as I could from the DL library and the experiences of others. I enjoyed, at least vicariously, the many adventures of my sisters while dressed as I had longed to be for so many years. In short order, one of my friends mentioned the possibility of meeting face-to-face as I had explained business sometimes took me thru her hometown. I was both fascinated and fearful, but after a week of weighing the pro's and con's, I decided to do it. Just before leaving on trip, another friend expressed the same interest. Why not? This would be a trip worth remembering. Having been faithful to my spouse throughout our marriage (and heterosexual as far as I could tell) it was understood the meetings would be asexual. It happened that the second friend would be the first for geographical reasons and so on a Sunday afternoon in May I found myself driving thru Pennsylvania heading towards a rendezvous I wouldn't have imagined only a few weeks earlier. We had arranged to meet at a roadside restaurant near their mountain cottage. I called as I approached the area and happily learned we would be joined by "her" wife and small son. Breaking all of this to my own wife was of particular interest at the time, so I was anxious for the input from a SO. I arrived first, ordered a drink and waited for their arrival. Having made the decision to meet in the first I had no fear, just a little apprehension, but even that disappeared immediately as they walked in and his wife gave me a big hug. The ice was broken and melted completely. The situation was so incredibly natural I found it hard to believe. The conversation was non-stop and as open as the surroundings permitted. Alice (he) and Beth (she, later aka Sunny) invited me back to their cottage on the mountainside so we could spend a couple more hours chatting and getting to know each other better. It was wonderful. Whether it was simply "I'm Ok; you're Ok" I drove off with such elation I was floating and eager to meet my other friend the day after next for breakfast. Jennifer had been the very first to reach out a hand my first night on Compuserve as Daisy and I had thought of her sort of as my "big sister". Again, after but the briefest moment of apprehension, we both felt so comfortable as we sat and shared our experiences from childhood on. The words couldn't come out fast enough as we each fought to tell so much in so little time. On Sunday, I was invited home to continue the conversation in a more private atmosphere without the fear of being overheard by those at the next table (not that we didn't enjoy the humor of it all, fighting to keep from giggling as we shared our pasts amidst such a traditional setting. Once there, I was in awe as she showed me her collection of photos, wigs, dresses, and gowns. I knew at that moment, somehow, this would be a path I had to walk. Perhaps it would not be for me in the end, but I was confident the exploration would have to be made. I drove off filled with elation; I was not alone and the trip ahead was sure to be exciting. Over the next month of two, I continued to make innumerable friends with the help of my always present Laptop and Modem. I met with Alice and Sunny again for lunch in the middle of another business trip and together with another online couple from the West Coast developed bonds of friendship that guaranteed freedom from the loneliness that had been with me so much of my life. We had developed something of a "buddy system" depending on each other for support and direction. I felt as close to the wives as I did with my sisters and they helped me immeasurably in improving the relationship I had with my own spouse. I think at first my wife suspected that I should be committed until somehow I could be "cured" but gradually we came to understand each other and respective needs better. In fact, in July, we both visited the mountain cottage and shared the weekend with our new friends. About that time, we all began to feel somewhat stagnant. We knew the expense of active Compuserve participation had to be faced and we all realized there was so much growth yet to come. One evening online, I learned of Renaissance, a TV/TS support group based outside Philadelphia. The subject of similar groups had come up several times in discussions online, but for me, I felt I had my own little group and was unsure what if anything such a group could offer. It was however, time for another step in my journey. I didn't know what that should be, but this was an option that was certainly of interest. I had never met another TV "dressed" although I had seen countless photos over the years. While it would be a trip for me, Alice lived nearby and we decide we'd both go to investigate further. We understood most of the "girls" would be suitably attired, but neither of us felt ready for that step just yet. Then, the beauty that she is, Alice had a change of heart. I still wasn't ready so I guess I'd just have to go as her escort. We arranged to meet at a hotel near the meeting sight, where Sunny would help Alice prepare. As in all our previous meetings, it was great. Meeting "Alice" for the first was wonderful; Sunny wished us well and off we drove. Was all this really happening I thought. We were both quickly made to feel at home, Alice in her "career woman" suit, and me in a coat and tie. The diversity of my new community was of great interest and I knew I would be back again. Only one small problem - even though the other members would have made me feel welcome regardless, I would have felt uncomfortable attending future meetings dressed as I was. Here was my opportunity, my path towards discovering more of my own self. I decided I would go again and next time in the dress I had only dreamed of for so many years. This was going to be a challenge. Other than "sharing" my wife's lingerie from time to time, I had little experience and certainly no wardrobe. The next meeting wasn't until late in September but that was so little time for what I had to do. I decided I couldn't prepare for this and continue to spend the many hours on Compuserve I had most every night. And with my self- control (or lack of it) being what it is, I knew there was only one choice for me. I had to pull the plug completely, at least temporarily. So, in early August I said my goodbyes painfully, set the date for my disconnection from so many of my online friends, and yanked it. (ooo, that hurt) Even more importantly, despite my intentions, some of my activities were causing a gap in my relationship at home. instead of bringing us closer, the time spent at the keyboard was causing a strain. If I were to succeed, I would need my wife's help and without her understanding and support, I would have gone back to my earlier ways I suspect, i.e. trapped in fantasyland forever. Thankfully, I married quite a remarkable girl; she's been of incredible help. She's accompanied me shopping for shoes, makeup, my first ever dress, etc. The time away from the keyboard I used to experiment with cosmetics, go thru half her closet, as well as wander the malls and thrift shops. Then of course, the unexpected! I learned of Joann Roberts and the Weekend in the Pocono's. Alice and Sunny decided to go; Jennifer decided to go; even Michele and his wife from Austin who I had wanted to meet would be there. How could I pass this up? It was to be a four day event scheduled the week preceding my intended deadline. While it was impossible to break away for the four days, perhaps if I could just make it up on Saturday to see so many of my friends together. I checked with Joann to Ok my visit with her and moved my deadline up. I still had no wig and so little practice. I called the company from which I had ordered two wigs and discovered neither would make it to me in time. Not to worry - Jenn (a wig fancier from way back) volunteered to bring a spare or two (or three or four). The schedule announced that Saturday would be a makeup seminar and then makeovers (a lifelong dream). Checking my post office box a few days before the event, I found a package from Alice and Sunny - copies of the "Color Me Beautiful" books. I knew that with the help of my friends, everything would work out fine. So, here it is the night before. There's no fear, no apprehension, just excitement. The bag is packed. My only dress, three blouses, two skirts, low heels, high heels, the loveliest ivory lingerie, scads of makeup, and my camera. I've been dreaming of this day all my life. After finally falling asleep at 1am, I was up and ready to go by 5 Saturday morning. The drive to the Pocono's would take 4-5 hours so I wanted an early start. Alice and Sunny, Michele and his wife, and Jennifer had been there since Thursday and I was dying to join them as soon as I could. Alice had already prearranged a "makeover" for me with the professional makeup artists for later that afternoon, but both she and Jennifer wanted a crack at my face as well. The drive went by quickly; partly in that my brain was racing the whole time, partly in that the engine was also racing with my foot planted heavily on the gas. I pulled into the resort shortly after nine and joined everyone in the dining area for morning coffee and donuts. There had been a costume party the night before and it had obviously taken its toll. Many of the revelers still had heavy traces of mascara and liner highlighting their bloodshot eyes. After getting the lay of the place, I joined Alice in their room for my first lesson. She had been experimenting with surgical tape facelifts recently, so my face was soon pulled and stretched into a more wrinkle free canvas. I had spent the last month in front of my own mirror playing with eye shadow, powder and blusher, etc., but Alice quickly showed me the much greater attention I would have to pay to detail. She introduced me to "Dermablend", a foundation to cover the beard line and then continued on with blusher, shadow, liner, mascara, and lipstick. She would do her own face as I watched intently and then supervise as I tried it myself. This first attempt with "coaching" was so much better already than any I had done alone. Jennifer finally showed up, jokingly miffed that she hadn't gotten to me first. She brought along the promised wig (shoulder length blond) although it was still damp from an earlier washing. We hung it on the air- conditioning unit to let it dry as Alice finished with my face and I happily donned my lingerie. Matching ivory slip and panties, pantyhose, waist cincher, long line bra and inexpensive foam inserts. The wig still wasn't quite ready but time was running out for us to get to the scheduled makeup seminar. Jennifer fixed it as best she could while I finished dressing in my black skirt, red blouse, and low black patent heels. The seminar itself was great. Donna and Eric, who run a Philadelphia studio open to TV clients, gave a full demonstration showing the effects of facial contouring and proper application. My own makeover was the first one on their schedule following the demonstration so I had to run back to the room and quickly strip off the makeup we had so carefully put on an hour earlier. Eric, who had a background in stage as well as TV makeup did me. The feeling I had as I sat quietly, my back to the mirror, was incredible. His staff took delight upon learning that this was my first- ever experience "dressed" and oohed and aahed as Eric did his work. Donna, the hair specialist, suggested a different wig color, and Jennifer quickly returned with just the thing from her collection. This was a darker blond with almost salt and pepper highlights. Eric quickly pinned it to my scalp and began to style it ("I love volume" he said as I still sat without my first look in the mirror). Alice, Sunny, Jennifer, and a small crowd stood by beaming at what was being done. Finally Eric was finished and I rushed over for my first look. My heart was bursting. While preparing over the previous weeks, I was fearful that my effort would be a poor one; I wanted to be the girl of my dreams, not a "man in drag". The transformation was amazing. My eyes were beautiful; the hair was exquisite; the whole effect was beyond my wildest hopes. The camera was found and Alice took a variety of shots for my scrapbook-to-be. After "supervising" Alice's wife Sunny's makeover we went back to the room for more fun. I tried on every piece of my wardrobe as well as half of theirs as they gave their suggestions and opinions. I was in seventh heaven; my mind had turned to mush as I rushed from one outfit to the next. Unfortunately, it had been raining much of the day, so when we finally went to the dining hall for dinner, out came the umbrellas and we gingerly sidestepped the puddles in our heels. I had worn my low heels much of the day and I was thrilled to find they gave me no problem, in fact, I found them to be more comfortable than many of my male shoes. The test would come that evening. Alice loaned me a red knit dress accented with a wide black belt and scarf for dinner. The waist cincher was also a success. I had never worn it for very long and had been concerned over its long-term comfort. It turned out that was no problem at all and it did give me a nice nipped-in figure. The wide belt highlighted my waistline even further. After the communal dinner, everyone went back to find their finest outfits for the "Princess Ball" later that evening. Over the course of the day I had worn my three blouses (all of which looked great with the basic black skirt and heels), but my one-and-only dress was more for daywear. Again, my friends bailed me out. Luckily, my height (5-6") is an advantage, and Sunny offered me one of hers. After refreshing my makeup, I slipped into her blue silk print, gold necklace, and heavy gold earrings. I hadn't stopped soaring since my arrival. Each costume change served to reinforce the happiness I felt at finally dressing as I had dreamed since childhood. The touch of the wig at the nape of my neck; the tug of the earrings; the tightness of my calf muscles; the silky friction between my stocking, slip, and dress, all brought chills down my back. To complete the outfit, I changed from my low pumps into 4" open- toed black sandals. They, of course, required that I paint my toenails (another first). At last, we were all ready and off we went again. Joann Roberts, the sponsor of the event had scheduled a talent show with other girls from the Renaissance group as participants. This was to follow the "Princess Promenade" where each girl in attendance would individually be escorted to the stage. Voting would take place in several categories; Miss Congeniality, Miss Ingenue, Miss "Gams", and of course, the "Princess" of the weekend. Everyone was stunning. The care that was taken in gowns, makeup, and hairstyles was amazing. To the surprise of few, Michele, my Compuserve friend who had come all the way from Texas, took the main title. Michele has to be seen to be believed (a size 7! and what a walk). The talent show was equally outstanding. Morgan, Kelly, Madame X and others from the group did fantastic renditions of Ann-Margaret, Dolly Parton, and Bette Middler, etc. These girls were GOOD! The long hours were finally beginning to catch up however. A little after 2am, I had to call it quits. Even that was great. Sunny laughed the next morning when I labeled it "breaking down". To remove my slipover dress, I had to remove the wig; to remove the bobby pins, I had to first remove the my long "press- on" nails. It was wonderful. All this done, I zonked out immediately, sorry that this day had to end. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 64