Year 1 had been spent in the dorms at University, but year 2 was outside in a real house. Well I had a room in a house a few miles away. However, the landlady was never around, she worked strange hours and holidayed abroad a lot! WOW!
Okay so here's the guilt. I used her clothes. I know it's wrong but if you're transgendered you know the compulsion, the utter need to do it. I feel bad for doing it but I know I couldn't help it. Maybe I should have bought my own clothes but I couldn't afford to and I definitely didn't have the guts to do so either. The only thing I can say is I never used her knickers, they seemed just too personal. Not much of a defence I know but what can I say?
Well I guess it was during my time here that I really learnt how to do makeup. To say she had a ton of the stuff was an understatement. She had boxes of it. And clothes, god the wardrobes were brimming over! All good for me. I practiced and practiced and became pretty good at it. My own hair was growing long and didn't look that bad when I did it in a feminine style. The only thing that stopped me ever going out then were shoes. She was a size 5 and my big feet were never going to fit into them. Ho hum.
Good job, I guess, as looking back on it I was probably not that convincing, although I was a lot slimmer than today and my beard was practically non existent. Oh for the joys of no beard! The best time I ever had was when I found in the attic an old trunk of clothes of hers. They were gorgeous cocktail dresses that hugged every curve and looked absolutely stunning. I loved them and I guess she never even went up there so when I left I could have taken them. I didn't though. Too much like stealing. Okay so using her makeup and clothes isn't exactly being honest but you've got to draw he line somewhere. But it was tempting. I wonder if they are still up there, all alone in the dark, waiting for the next young tranny to find? You know I haven't thought about them for a long time but they were, I think, the sexiest and most gorgeous clothes I've ever worn.
It's a funny old world isn't it? I guess I spent a lot of that year in dresses and skirts, all made up sat down watching TV and dreaming. Do I think I wasted the time? No way, if you enjoy something do it, as long as you don't harm anyone else you should be free to be you! We spend such a short time on this earth that we should strive to be what we want. Stuff what others think, be free and enjoy life. It's your life, not theirs so what gives them the right to tell you what you should do with it?
Ahem, sorry for that party political broadcast there.
At the end of the day you should do what you feel comfortable with doing, just remember not to hurt other people. By that I don't mean hurting their sensibilities. If someone tells you that you dressing as a women hurts them ask them why? They'll probably answer that they don't like it or that it offends them. But it doesn't really hurt them. It isn't going to harm them or destroy them. Yes it may make them upset but at the end of the day if they cannot accept you for who you are it is not right. They do not have the right to change you and make you miserable.
BUT at the same time you may have responsibilities your to wife, gf, partner where you may be suddenly changing the way they perceive you. You must balance your rights wit theirs. Have I got it right? Have I got the balance right? Well I'd like to think so but probably not. You'd have to ask my gf and she'd probably answer differently on different days. You see sometimes she's okay with it all and sometimes she's not. She'd prefer it if I didn't dress but she also knows it's part of what makes me... well... me! I'll get onto her soon to write something of her thoughts, but I've just got completely off point here, don't know why so back to the story.
That's about it for year 2, year 3 was great fun as well, and I got to go out dressed as a girl. WOW...