trankimberlyann:trankimberlyann: msgerrie: feminineandgirly:Feminine And GirlyLovely dress…
trankimberlyann:trankimberlyann: msgerrie: feminineandgirly:Feminine And Girly Lovely dress…pretty pocketbook… I love everything about this post!! This is a photo of a true lady! She is feminine in every way! I love her outfit! Her hair is beautiful! Her makeup is done perfectly, she has such a wonderful figure!! Her skin looks soo soft! She is huggable! I bet that her legs are amazing! I bet that she is wearing stockings and garter and that her really really cute shoes match her pretty dress!! How wonderful it must be to look in the mirror when putting your makeup on and think I look soo beautiful and then every time you sees reflection of yourself to think,” that pretty girl is me!” Agree with Kimberly Ann’s comments and would add a little anecdote. I have a very vivid memory of one of the very first things my mother ever did to ““feminize” me in public. She took me to the mall to accompany her on a shopping trip. We walked into a ladies clothing store, and she was busy picking up blouses off the rack to look at them. I guess she felt encumbered by her purse because she handed it to me and said, ““Hold this for Mommy so she can look at the clothes.” I was mortified, but grabbed it by the handles. She corrected me and said, “That’s not how a lady hold her purse,” and then had me hold it like the woman in this pic. Of course, that made me even more mortified, but I was too stunned to wonder why I should be holding my mother’s purse ““like a lady.” By the way, thing only got worse when she picked out a blouse, admired it, but said it was too ““young” for her. She then held it up against me and said it would look cute on me. Now I was ready to die. The thing is, I think she knew how embarrassed she was making me, and the weird thing was, it only seemed to encourage her. When we walked out of the store, I tried to give her her purse back, but she insisted that I continue carrying it. We went to the food court, and I could feel people staring at me. We sat down with our food and she asked me for her lipstick. I tried to hand her her bag, and once again she insisted that I keep the bag and just give her the lipstick. In the background I could hear some teenaged girls giggling. I was never so embarrassed. But here’s the craziest thing of all. When I was home that night in my bed, I kept playing the scenes over and over in my head, and it made me totally aroused. Maybe it was the first time that I realized I was a sissy. And that sissies like not only femininity, but are somehow aroused by being embarrassed. -- source link