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Daisy's Debut
by Anonymous (address withheld)
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A true story about a man who gets to live out his
fantasies about cross-dressing thanks to the internet.
(MF, cd, no-sex)
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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.
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