so many clothes, so little time!

It's strange how crossdressing gives you a different outlook on life, especially when it comes to clothes. I never give boy-clothes a thought, I don't have any interest in styles or trends of male dress, and demand only that my clothes are warm in the winter and cool in the summer! I have one suit, one sports jacket, two pairs of black trousers and one pair of shoes. GIRL-CLOTHES, however, are a different matter! My wife moans that she has no room for her clothes, and I have to admit, she's right. I have loads of shoes and boots, slutty tops and skirts that have never been worn, and drawers full of tights, stockings, bras and basques. I can now totally understand when girls buy clothes 'just cos I wanted it', and when they say 'I have NOTHING to wear', I really understand. I saw a long, big-button cardi in Spring, and nearly bought it, but thought I'd get it later. I should have got it, as I've not seen it, or anything like it, since. I've become obsessed with it, and spend hours on line and in the high street looking for it. If I find it it will just get worn once and then hung in the wardrobe, and the next item will take it's place in my imagination.
I guess I'm nearly a proper girl.

always too late!

Isn't it always the same! Peacocks are selling full wigs for £16.00! So, I spend hundreds of pounds on two wigs in the summer, and now I can get two blonde and two brunette wigs, one straight and one curly in each colour, for £64.00! I might buy some anyway, a girl can never have too many wigs, I love matching outfits to wigs, it's amazing the difference it can make just swapping hair colour to suit a colour or style of dress. I'm still pissed-off though, bloody Peacocks! On a happier note, it's getting near to boots weather, I LOVE wearing boots, especially over skinny jeans with a slutty top, it just feels, well, right, if you know what I mean.

too many frocks, so little time!

A hectic weekend, filled with work and visitors, left no time at all for dressy-ups, and it's really annoying! I had hoped to get along to the monthly meeting of the Cumbria Transgender Group in Workington this afternoon, but it's been a while since my last public appearance and it really does take a LONG time to knock my body into shape and I just couldn't find the time to get my body shaved, my eyebrows shaped, my nails manicured etc, etc, etc,....... As the summer ends and the nights get darker, it becomes easier to be 'Sara', and getting out of the house unnoticed by neighbours under cover of darkness becomes a bit of an adventure in itself, it really gives you butterflies as you lock the door and try not to run to the car! All part of the fun that is 'cross-dressing'. Better go and get changed for work, no good sitting here in sexy undies and shortie nightie, that won't buy the babbie a new pair of boots!

nearly the weekend

it's been a bloody awful week so far, everything that could go wrong, did. I can't wait for the weekend so I can get some 'Sara' time. The trouble with working 12 hours a day is that the urge to dress is still there, but the energy isn't, and it can be very frustrating. I never used to long for the weekend, indeed I worked every weekend for years, right from teens to a couple of years ago, then the body couldn't cope with the demands of an optomistic mind, and common sense prevailed. I'm looking forward to a long soak in a deep bubble bath, soft music and scented candles, the full bit. I'll shave all over ( no, not all over the bathroom, all over my body,) and cover myself in talc, then just sit around in a nice satin kimono doing my nails and drinking some chilled wine. I'm not planning on going out so the choice of outfit will depend on mood not passable appearance, it doesn't matter if the front of the skirt has a lump showing, nobody else will see it, and I need to be in a bit of a horny mood to go through the erotic torture that is corsetry! A nice comfy bra and matching panties, barely black tights, a pencil skirt and a silk blouse. Lovely.

housework, yeay!

So it's Saturday, housework day. I'm,as usual, home alone, and just about to get started. I have on a very short black flared miniskirt, a black wrap-top, sensible kitten-heel shoes and my wig is pulled up and pinned. A little white apron finishes the outfit, and I'd pass for 'Zee sexee French Maid' in any 70's 'Confessions.....' movie. I shall attack the hoovering and polishing with relish and gusto, and look forward to being caught by my wife when she gets back. I'll no doubt have missed something, so I'll get a good spanking later, and thoroughly enjoy it. If more wives of trannies knew they could get their housework done AND get to act out some role-play and guilt-free fantasies, the sales of maids outfits would soar!

I guess I should show the results of all the spending!

Temptations

I wanted to be blonde for a change, so, as my holiday treat, I decided to look for a new wig. Regardless of venue, a lot of my holiday time is spent shopping for girly clothes and make-up, if I could afford it I'd spend all my spare time shopping. I got a contact number for a hair salon and wig studio well in advance, and booked an appointment for the early part of our hol, (well, you need the rest of the week to try out new purchases), and started to plan my wardrobe. I HAD to have a new dress, and shoes, and tights, and belt, and panties, oh, and a new bra, and necklace, and... and.... and..., the list seemed endless. Still, it's only once a year ( yeah, right!), so, packed and excited, off we went. The girl in the salon was WONDERFUL! When we arrived at the hotel she had left an envelope of directions at reception, she opened up her salon at 7.30 in the evening for a private fitting, and she was fun from the minute we arrived. She went through all her blonde 'girls', as she called her wigs, trying each one until she found one that we all thought really suited me. She cut and styled it for me, and gave me loads of advice on wig care, etc. I have had a hankering to try a goth look as well for a while, and she had a lovely black wig with red highlights that I just knew would go with a short black goth-style minidress and thigh boots, I SO wanted it, but couldn't really afford them both, but in the end my lovely wife bought it for me for an early birthday present! Nothing wrong with temptation, I think, so long as it doesn't cost too much!