My Favorite Things Come in Pairs

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The first item of women"s clothing I ever wore were a pair of my mother"s nylon stockings. I recall looking in the floor-length mirror mounted on the inside of her closet door and admiring my pre-puberty hairless legs believing that they looked just like women"s legs! With my mother"s closet door wide open, I noticed the stack of shoe boxes on the closet floor and I suddenly felt motivated to try on a pair of her high heel pumps. I opened a random box and found a pair in a floral fabric with a 3-inch heel. I slipped on the heels and they fit perfectly. I looked in the mirror and the combination of nylons and high heels was exhilarating! Not only did my legs look like women"s legs, but now they looked shapely and sexy, too! I have been a big fan of high heels ever since. When en femme, I seldom wear anything else on my feet. Unless the occasion absolutely screams for flats, I wear heels. Once upon a time, I thought that at 6-feet-2, wearing heels would make it more difficult to pass. But I came to the realization that if I can pass at 6-foot-2 wearing flats, then I can pass at 6-foot-6 wearing 4-inch heels. I love wearing heels. They make my legs look more shapely and more importantly, I feel more feminine, more lady-like wearing heels. I know it’s my late-1950s/early-1960s socialization that makes me feel this way, but that"s me and I"m not changing shoe styles at this late date. Genetic females often compliment me about my proficiency in walking in heels and ask if it was difficult learning how. Truth is that I took to heels like Daisy Duck took to heels. As a child, my mother often mentioned that I walked on my tiptoes. I assumed that walking on my tiptoes was not the way a male was supposed to walk, but nobody ever taught me the "correct" way to walk. So I took the path of least resistance and continued to walk on my tiptoes. I believe that my penchant for walking on my tiptoes made walking in high heels a natural thing to do. True or not, from day one, I never had a problem walking in heels. Heels hurt. I have high heels that begin hurting as soon as I slip them on and I have heels that I can wear all day with little or no pain. I discovered that the height of the heel is not critical as far as pain is concerned. Some of my most comfortable shoes have 4-inch stiletto heels. Go figure! Wearing heels makes my femulation complete. Despite the pain, I will never give up wearing heels; you will have to remove my high heels from my cold, dead feet.
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Wearing Victoria"s Secret.
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Male femulates at a lavender graduation.

Blogging Maturely

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Hi Stana, I like your new theme on your blog: the older you. The future you, clad in black, platform sandals, beads and a cute hairstyle, is sexy and attractive. In this older woman vein, I have found inspiration at the website Style at a Certain Age... you may very well know of it. Your devoted follower, Beth
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Hello Stana, There"s no shortage of older women style blogs... For example try Not Dead Yet Style (I love that title) and also see her list of her favorite blogs. Best regards, Susan
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And then there is Ginger Burr"s Total Image Consultants Blog that contains useful articles and tips on how to present a more fabulous mature you.
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Wearing Michelle Mason.
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Michal Grobelny femulates Jennifer Rush on Polish television"s Twoja Twarz Brzm Znajom.

Hard Work

My wife often comments that since it takes so long for me to get ready to go out as a woman, is it worth it? Of course, it is worth it (what a silly question), but she does make a legitimate observation, i.e., it does take me a long time to get ready. My excuse is that I am obsessive compulsive. According to Wikipedia , "The phrase "obsessive-compulsive" has worked its way into the wider English lexicon, and is often used in an offhand manner to describe someone who is meticulous or absorbed in a cause. Such casual references should not be confused with obsessive-compulsive disorder…" (So, I"m not nuts, just a little crazy!) As a result, when I go out as a woman, I want to look as perfect as possible, which means flawless makeup and not a hair showing that should not be showing. I love putting on makeup and if I have the time, I indulge myself in the makeup process and can while away an hour or so putting on the war paint. But usually I don"t have the time and I must get the job done as quickly as possible. After years of practice, I have my makeup routine down to about 35 minutes if everything goes smoothly. I see no way of reducing that time without cutting corners and I refuse to cut corners, so I invest 35 minutes putting on my face. The actual dressing is the easy part. I usually have my outfit picked out beforehand and I can have it on from soup to nuts, or should I say from girdle to wig in 15 minutes or less. The wig I wear these days is a "shake and bake" wig. I just shake it out, put it on my head, make a few adjustments, and I"m done. I use self-stick pre-glued nails and they go on in less than five minutes with no muss or fuss. So, once my makeup is on, I can be out the door in less than a half hour. Now the part I hate: hair depilation. I am hairy. It is everywhere and depending on what I plan to wear, it can take 30 minutes to an hour just to get rid of it all. I have long legs and they alone take some time to depilate. If I wear anything other than a long sleeved dress or top, then I have to depilate my arms. If I am wearing anything that exposes my shoulders, then they must be depilated, too. And so it goes for my chest and back if I am wearing anything that is low-cut in the front or back. Shaving my face is a joy in comparison. When I come face-to-face with my hairy problem, I start thinking that my wife might be right, is it worth it? Yes, it"s hard work, but I still think it is worth every minute of it.
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