This was one of the best days of my life. I’m mean I’ve had a few good days so it would be insulting to say it was flat out the best day ever. But I’m sure we can all relate to that part. First let me give you a bit of an insight as to the beginnings of this predestination.
By the age of 16 I was proficient in the use of girls clothing to create the overwhelming sense of ease and joy in being feminine. The rush of the moment and the sexual urge has no doubt been the catalyst to my addiction. Addiction isn’t a good word but it’s as close to explaining the fact that it became an inevitable urge that I could not suppress. I suppose like hunger, and hunger isn’t an addiction. Sure I went long periods where I never had the urge but I’d always find that little need in the back head to fulfil my femininity. At aged 21 I had a small collection of random outfits and under-ware and was developing my skill sets which included tucking and creating cleavage. Now this was enough to look down and be contended that I look feminine enough. This was short lived. If I ever went a period where I’d sustain my urges, they would come back with new ideas to try something else. Now by that I mean add another step in the process that makes me more feminine and for a while I’d be contented. For example I’d buy heels. Then I’d try sexy lingerie, dresses, skinny jeans, all sorts of toys of ever varied colours and sizes.