The Surrender to Femininity

I looked at the room, through almost glazed eyes, the sensations had never changed, never altered, perhaps gaining in strength over the almost thirty years that I had been dressing, each time my body adorned something feminine, I experienced something new, something more profound and deeper in the psychological and character value.

There few items left, just blouse and shoes, of the latter my favourites had to be the knee high, three inch heeled boots. They were a recent addition to my wardrobe, but were the ones I would automatically go for as they were the most comfortable, the down side been of course that wearing them I was well over six foot, so a very tall, slim girl! As for tops, well lets be fair, one could never be say I was short of them, I have everything from blouses to cami, through to jumpers and slips, in fact one could say I have to many, if such a statement was truly possible.

I studded the array of blouses, looking for something that would match something elegant, sexy, not tart'ish like; my fingers paused on the black, silk short cami top, which hung up with a matching blouse, though the blouse itself was a two shaded, see-through, full sleeved one, both in a dark black colour.

Drawing it out, holding it against me, for the first time glancing at the reflection which stared back. I smiled, as my eyes fixed upon the budding female, my body pulsed with pride and delight, I felt good, looked at least half ok, the figure almost hour-glass, though at times I still desired that much self promised corset, which as of yet I still hadn't got. Slipping the cami top over my head, drawing my arms through its design, feeling the material brush my chest, drawing it down till it hung properly, the bulging bosom of my feminine breasts, now covered and looking more realistic, was a stunning delight that pleased the mind.

The see-through blouse type top was next, one cannot escape the feeling, the overwhelming delight of been able to dress, to feel the female desire, pose and mind sweep over your entire body, to engulf and consume you with such delight, the surrender to femininity was now almost complete, the sparse use of makeup, foundation, lip gloss, blusher and eye shadow enhancing the appearance and providing a final, enthralling gaze of how I truly, wanted to see myself every day of my life.