Happy new year ! (what happened, chapter 3)

(this is a continuation from chapter 2, here)

"Good morning, my name is Dr. (cute Italian name), I am in charge of your general condition and follow-up after the treatment."

"Thank you Dr. , how can I help you ?"

(laughing) "This is the question that I'm supposed to ask you !"

Further in the conversation I learned that I qualify for a breast reduction surgery. The drugs I'm bound to take from now on have documented side effects, gynecomastia being one of them.

Given that I already have a pronounced tendency, surgery might be the only viable option although long term results are far from guaranteed.

Finally no one really knows why men grow boobs. But they can be knifed-out if such is my desire.

At this point I was able to distinguish only shadows in the white fog of my impaired sight. That doctor was one of them.

Pity, I couldn't catch the face she might have pulled when I declared that I don't suffer from my boobs and their presence is the result of many years of caring efforts.

Yet her voice was a tell-tale sign of a patient-doctor relationship shifting into higher gear.

For a moment it was just two ladies talking boobs. One probably elegant in her white coat and the other, a fully qualified train wreck in a hospital bed, ugly scars over the head...

We now meet on a regular schedule. She monitors various analysis and fine tunes my prescription drugs cocktail.

"You know Dr., your elixirs are kind of working, I had a snug fitting of an "E" cup the other day."

(smiling) "Don't blow your budget on it, bras are not covered by the medical insurance in your case..."

Happy New Year Doc, your friendly smile and humor are worth truckloads of medicines !

Happy new year ! (what happened, chapter 2)

(this is a continuation from chapter 1, here)

From a person to a patient number in a matter of minutes. Emergency wards are very proficient at it.

Lost your sight overnight ? What recreational drugs do you use ? How much and what kind of alcohol did you ingest ?

Put a cork in it. All is in my filed history, better give it a try.

Direction oncology. And suddenly everyone sounds far more concerned and humane. Yep. You're fooling no one. I'm still a number under a different protocol.

What is the most expensive machine we could try on you ? Let's see... Ah good, we have it, our brand new super mega top tech MRI thing. With Bluetooth, usb3, plenty of teraflops, quite some gigas and a 3D mouse !

You mean the very new one that you still try to figure out ? Have you read the user manual past the Pokémon game, anyone ?

Rigged for an hour long session in a noisy hell-hole. Good thing I don't see, this model is less roomy than anything I've been in so far, could even get claustrophobic.

cierra ya tus ojitos
duermete sin temor,
sueña con angelitos
parecidos a ti

Are we bound to meet Fairy ?

Shush, let me finish my song... We are not hiring now, so do me a favor, relax and sleep !

Happy new year ! (what happened, chapter 1)

Dear Sisters,

From the bottom of my heart, Happy Year !

Health, fulfillments, joy, success, love, tenderness, smiling faces, overflowing cups, slim waists, shapely legs and warm hands to hug you lovingly tight !

Yep, quite a time since I posted here and there. Short story, I only wish you never experience first hand how happy I am to post again.

Milk. That's what I was looking thru that fateful morning. No room, no ceiling, no walls, no window. Just whiteness. A dull obsessive whiteness.

Minutes later I knew what was going on. As forecasted by the medical profession, I've lost my sight due to that whatchamacallit tumor growing somewhere deep in my skull...

And against all equally forecasted odds, I sort of see again.

Bottom line, now it's (almost) history for the time being. Including the scars from the metal frame they bolted on my skull to precisely position my head during the otherwise desperate treatments.

Today is a great day. I am authorized to drive again and can resume screen work, a couple of hours at a time.

So there we go, a happy new year to you, I love you, tributes to my Fairy who helped me to push thru those extremely challenging moments.

They were all amazed it worked out. Somehow. (smiling...)

I will never say it loud enough, Fairies are for real, we, the sissies are the chosen ones.

My wish was to make a beautiful post, care of details, decorate it with beauty. Yet it is what it is. Looks like I have to learn all again.

Best warm tender hugs, I love you all !

Brassieres, an engineering miracle

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BRASSIERES:
An Engineering Miracle

From Science and Mechanics, February, 1964
 

By Edward Nanas

There is more to brassiere design than meets the eye. In many respects, the challenge of enclosing and supporting a semi-solid mass of variable volume and shape, plus its adjacent mirror image-together they equal the female bosom-involves a design effort comparable to that of building a bridge or a cantilevered skyscraper.

Wig fitting, dressing and makeup was not enough

Dozens of disposable razors, serious quantity of hair removal strips. Epilation creams, shaving foams, body lotion, soothing cream.

One item was still open on the checklist. A wig.

Those were pre-internet times, only few had a squawking modem and not much else than company's mails to read. That is the one out of ten times when all elements collaborated.

Why you should hire cross-dressing and TG persons

Her badge read 'Lisa' and judging from her smile, she was the happiest person on earth as she swiftly aligned my order on the brownish tray.

Pity fast-food chains do not allow tips, never before had burgers tasted so good...

Why was that girl so happy to be in a sweaty smelly burger joint ? Giving her best instead of throwing junk food on greasy trays ?

Coming-out to partners, how to tell about your cross-dressing and more.

The most difficult chapter in cross-dressing history. Ever.

Telling your partner. Is there a magic recipe for success ?

No. Hell no. Said words are a primed wick. Will it blow-up the house or trigger admirable fireworks ? It all depends on what's at the other end of the wick.

Cardinal rule is that genetic women are not favorably conditioned to cross-dressers (here).

Is all hope lost ? Once again, no, hell no.

First dress fitting, all my gratitude to Fairy Erika...

Thumps of a big idling diesel. Eyes slowly open in the cold dark car. Neon lights reflections from afar. Motionless at what looks like a highway truck-stop.

Firing up the engine, heater kicks-in. Now that's better, significantly better. Click, window smoothly slides down. I need a smoke...

Where am I ? Trying to focus on the navigation screen, Effectively, On a parking lot nearby the highway. On a parking lot I never drove to. Yet indeed I am here. On a parking lot I had pulled out to from the highway.

What's good, what's bad ? Puritan moralists, give us a break already !

WARNING: This post contains philosophical points of view and related strong language. Reader discretion advisable.

Long ago I knew a philosopher of sorts, the kind or hi-tech business multi-sexual yuppie, who was renowned for his extremely fool mouth and manners. Corporate decency of speech was irrelevant in his diplomacy toolkit.

Sissies are chosen by Fairies. Resistance is futile.

Why (most) women can't figure out and accept cross-dressers

The roots of women oppression

Females are the dominant representatives of our species. They hold the most complex part of the reproductive machinery.

A woman can easily bring to exhaustion numerous males in a rapid sequence while a male would face an extreme challenge to fully satisfy be it a single woman.

How to start with enforced chastity for deeper sissification and feminization

Say no to maleness.

A locked, supposedly irremovable by the wearer chastity device is a mild non-invasive and reversible form of sex reassignment surgery.

Contrary to internet mythology, chastity devices can not and do not prevent orgasms, period.

Orgasms are triggered by the brain as a reaction to several factors including stimulation of nerves in corresponding associated erogenous zones.

I don't know what causes cross-dressing, so give me a professor title and big tenure already !

Prof. Carlton as Carlotta

No, just kidding. I know what irresistibly urges men to cross-dress.

Therefore I'll never get honors and tenure in psychiatry, a trade where professors are paid for not knowing. (hear the quantum-physics bunch laugh ,,,)

Today I stumbled on an excellent paper by Prof. Carlton Davis and therefore this post.

His article is really excellent, a full extend demonstration of how psychology and psychiatry turn ignorance into highly sought after professional asset.

Quantum physics, parallel worlds, fairies and sissy cross-dressers

Head-shrinks (aka therapists) identify two major cross-dressing fashion style groups and provide scientific explanation to none.

Those wearing modern dramatically revealing outfits and the others digging deeper in vintage sources of inspiration.

Curiously both are explained by putative early childhood impressions of female imagery.

Such could be the case of "vintage girls" in their forties reenacting deep memories.

However this assumption does not apply to younger individuals longing for vintage female attire. The probability of them being exposed to clothing items phased out decades prior their birth is quasi null.

Older men systematically opting for up do date nonexistent in their childhood fashion trends are another exception.

The cardinal rule is that cross-dressers will attempt to maximize their femininity either by complex and demanding apparel from the past or as a reflection of their exposed status thru minimalist coverage outfits.

Is this time paradox just another failure to understand the essence of cross-dressing ? After all genetics have been equally unable to provide a plausible explanation.

This dress sets the ties of marriage to a new level.

Wear me ! Now !

Can you resist the call ?

Watch out what you bargain for girl, this cute dress is not as innocent as it might look.

Notice the sturdy collar ? Substantial cuffs ? Full body coverage style ?

Rings bells doesn't it ?

There's a sturdy industrial grade zipper on the back.

And it's not coming down no matter how much you try. Nor are the cuffs without the key to the concealed locks.

Yes. Legend has it that this one of a kind creation is a fully functional seriously strong lockable wedding dress.

With concealed features that would keep you in.

Saying "yes" ? The last time you could choose was before the zipper closed. Now it's too late, you're bound to discover the ties of marriage.

The day I passed away. In a bright tunnel towards a blistering light.

The plan was to don a support panty, pantyhose and a delicious softcup body under my business suit.

My inner voice sharply disagreed.

Surviving the dull meeting on schedule and the long trip home would be quite a challenge without the hugging sensations though.

"Wait girl, just wait!" I taught. "First strike the deal then party time."

Nursing camis, tops and powerslips - a tangible feminine sensual playtime value

From modest to exposed in seconds without undressing ?

Interesting.

Precisely what nursing tops, camis and shapewear / powerslips are designed for: -Bra cups are held by an easy to open clip.

The good news is that they are no more the exclusive realm of horrible shapeless cotton mops.

Modern shapeware, bra-less power slips for fashion and play

Quite body-hugging yet not comparable to classic structured foundations, power-slips also come in bra-less variants.

Their back and sides are higher while the front is cut alike a 1/6^th cups bra could be.

By design they are intended to be complemented with a bra of your choice.

Different color bra, open-cups bra, nursing bra, no bra...

Sky's the limit.

An interesting seduction potential to explore in various circumstances, from dressy to playtime.

A slenderizing cross-dresser's must-have that will hug, support, smoothen "love handles" and much more...

Feminea Aeterna

Horribly vicious transvestic disorder diagnosis method

Even more horrible considering that it's primarily designed for use on children and still practiced.

So vicious that even "the trade" will not openly admit it's existence or refer to it with boiler-plate designations such as "induced cognitive divergence".

For starters, the diagnosed person is unaware of undergoing a test.

Don't you ever dare me again she said laughing

The blinking lights of the cigarettes vending machine were the most exciting distraction for miles around.

Another dull biz-trip weekend was profiling at the horizon, half a mile from nowhere, lost between storage halls, factories and undefined settlements.

Shopping ? The nearest opportunity would be at least one hour of drive under the unforgiving sun.

Shady small terrace, plastic table and a surprisingly good coffee. That should take care of the next hour. Would the newspaper holder collaborate ?

Visit this, go there, greasy whitened by the sun advertisement leaflets.

No explicit content ? Here's why.

Fairies don't care of legally adult age and location.

Their wonderful spells can strike at any moment, anywhere.

This blog seeks to provide (self-)acceptance, support and understanding of cross-dressing irrespective of age, race and place.

Explicit language and graphics would set it off-limits for the upcoming generation of Sisters or have it blocked in parts of the world.

White shirt, white tiara and a bad headache

Alarm clock yelling in the distance. Between headache and backache what hurts most ?

Why had I slept in the sofa ? Be it good looking it's deep seating never failed to somehow dislodge bones in my back. Plan every move.

Cereals slowly sinking. Hot coffee. Yes. This morning I'll take it hot with 2 aspirins.

Been drinking ? Apparently not or someone had taken all evidence away. So why the headache ? Why had I slept all dressed on the sofa ?

How to easily clean the grout space between floor tiles and keep it clean

Sissies do homework while real men evolve to full blown sports watching beer guzzling couch potatoes, right ?

Yes we do. Proudly. Housework is something Sissies go for. Be it in tidy short petticoated uniform clicking our heels or sweaty lycra dress and sports bra,

Whichever way, less time on chores means more time for being pretty, isn't it ?

I don't endorse products, this is not a disguised ad, even the brand has been doctored off the picture.

Cross dressing and safety, how to survive in a world of dangers

Fairies are entities of love and compassion. Our real world not so much.

Safe cross-dressing is of paramount importance. Feminine intuition and inner voice warnings are our primary threat detection radar.

Which should not exclude other typically earthy means of defense.

The danger zone

Cross-dressers are exposed to several threats including but not limited to:

• Loneliness
• Alcohol, drugs
• Verbal abuse
• Physical abuse
• Fake, untrustworthy encounters
• Scams
• Internet

With time I have experienced most if not all from that list of nastiness and, thanks to my Fairy and other undisclosed training, managed to survive.

Threats are mutually-dependent, one can escalate into another, several can combine and lead to abominable situations.

Cook-book recipes are of no little in real world.

Threat awareness, mental and physical readiness are cardinal rules for survival.

How panty girdles worn as chastity belts enhance feminine sensuality

History has it that zealous mothers enforced strict panty girdle discipline on their dating daughters.

Nothing uncommon given that girdles were massively worn and desired for their figure shaping by girls and ladies who wanted to be at their best advantage.

Keeping wandering hands off-limit and back seat accidents prevention were equally praised properties. Panty girdles don't come off easy without their wearer contribution. A very efficient barrier against going too far .

Obvious consequence is that young ladies learned how to retrieve the most from kissing, petting and grabbing sessions in open air movie theaters or discretely parked cars.

How to help your breasts grow

'A' cup at best...?!

Edit 2019:
Please click here for my latest experience and findings on the topic.
Warning:
Practices disclosed here can lead to permanent body changes.

Bustline is a scarce commodity for cross-dressers. The cup that runneth over can be a costly trail of marginally legal pills and trips to "el-dottore".

Breast tissues are fundamentally the same for both males and females. Hormones make the difference. Good to know.

Soy milk is very rich in phytoestrogen (plant based estrogen) and easy to legally obtain in about any supermarket.

Grab the hem of your skirt and sharply tug on it ...

"Fetch the Bakelite compact from your purse and tell me what you see in the mirror."

The leather strap with a press button was not very cooperative. Pulled again.

"Tsss, easy, pull outwards ! If you pull sidewise you'll tear it !"

"What's a compact I don't know what to look for."

Nursing bras rock !

Convertible rides ? Yes ! Just flip a switch and off goes the top.

Same here. Immediate exposure and availability. Nursing bras have it.

Women associate them with maternity masking away any taught of alternate applications.

That's how those often utilitarian plain whitish cotton undergarments end in the trash can or thrift stores.

I give it without a fight, the vast majority of nursing bras are downright horrible looking affairs.

Serious lockable high-heels

Sober elegant curvy awesome high heeled classy pumps, what not to like ?

Or adore considering that these are seriously lockable.

Although recurrently coming on my radar, I was unable to trace down their manufacturer.

Legend has it that they are 3D printed in stainless steel and subsequently powder coated for the exclusive privilege of a single person.

You are chosen so you'd better behave ...

The clerk looked tired. Worn out. Contemplating her soon to come retirement ?

"How can I help you ?"

"I would like to extend the concessions please." Handing a clumsily written piece of paper.

Slowly her eyes slid over to me. "Just a moment."

Frantic keyboard ticks.

"Both concessions have been renewed in June for the next thirty years. Would you like to deposit cumulative funds for the following period ?"

Was that compassion in her voice? Or just the etiquette of tomb concession renewal ?

White noise in my ears... Renewed..

"Could you please be kind and inform me on who performed the renewal ?"

Uncommon restraint dress

This isn't the kind of dress to buy on your own. There will be no way to don it without external help.

It better be a present as there is equally no way to get out of it all by yourself.

Why do I shiver while typing this article ? Shall I turn the heater one notch up ? Grin...

I couldn't find more details, it's inventor / manufacturer seems to have disappeared in the deepness of interweb.

Probably kidnapped by extraterrestrials in quest for ultimate means of pleasure ?

Zooming reveals a rather sturdy collar too... More shivers.

Not the kind of dress to wear over a padded bra. Sheer or open cups are a definitive plus.

Attempts to drink Champagne on a romantic evening or adjust a stocking top will lead to further interactions, messed-up lipstick and delay the opening of that sturdy back zipper.

Breastpumps and lactation

Brepumps are awesome value to crossdressers.

Each nipple hosts about 800 nerves rising it to the status of potentially most erogenous zone.

New pumps run in the range of 150$ on popular internet stores and preowned units are way cheaper.

As per design those are nipple stimulation devices.

How does a breastpump feel ? More or less like someone relentlessly suckling your nipples with a good deal of extension.

Maximum suction varies. Hospital grade models are pretty strong and moderately painful at higher settings, a sought after feature for certain scenarios.

Ordinary consumer grade can be very intense but not as much as heavier models.

A hands free pumping bra helps a fulfilling experience.

How it feels to be a woman

I loved biz trips. Hours of driving comfortably clad in support underwear, time to think, the safety belt rubbing against the cups, feeling hosiery underneath my pants.

A dream come true for the under dresser that I am. But the best was the possibility to visit unexplored yet thrift shops.

Careful planning allowed me to reach destination in the evening, all with relatively minor risks of my straps and lace being spotted by preying eyes.

Shopping. A magic word that has kept me awake during so many dull meetings and eye killing debug sessions. Shopping. Programmed points on my navigation system about to become reality.

Heading directly to areas of interest despite sometimes stern looks from the sale ladies.

"Can I help you?" That question had no more effect. Heard it so many times.

"Thanks, just browsing m'aam, if you don't mind." That's it, good riddance, back she walks.

Is that a sky blue nightie, a deluge of smooth nylon, lace and ruffles ? Memories worked fast. Yes.

"That's the real deal girl, you know how good it feels, don't you ?" urged my inner voice.

"How could I ever forget ?"

"There's more to it, just grab !"

That visit turned into rich haul. Awesome clean laundry smelling items, several slips, seemingly new Doreen bra, unopened packs of stockings, firm all-in-one with metal garter tabs, cute silk floral print summer light dress, unboxed perfumes.

Short breath, skin moisture cream falling out of my hands. Those nylons look too good, careful, massage my feet until no damaging asperity can be felt.

Soft crissing sounds from the all-in-one tugging on my stockings with each step as I walk to double check the door latch.

Deep woody fragrance. Swishing slip falling over my shoulders. It felt a bit cold, just a short moment, a mere spasm tingling my nipples.

Tingle. Tense. Hands over the lace, surprise, my bosom feels heavy and full, had it suddenly grown?

Uneasy relentless heartbeat. Electricity in the air. Shivers. No it's not cold, why do I shiver?

Am I swaying hips as I spread pink body lotion over that roll-on deodorant ?

Hearing my own moans, rolling in bed. More moans. Belly spasms. Pink light.

Will that hurt ?

"Relax sweetheart, be a good girl... " moaned my inner voice.

Blinding pink light, my eyes shut...

Did it hurt ? No memories. Do I feel good ? Yes.

Eyes open. Blurred surroundings gaining sharpness.

Yes that's my hotel room. Logically the bathroom should be also here, I sure need a shower...

Cuddling the pillow in my new nightie. Cozy under the warm blanket. Light empty head.

Need to cuddle. Never stop cuddling. Feel the warmth dissolving my consciousness.

"Good night sweetheart girl, you are a woman now..."

"Thanks fairy, you're awesome..."

Slips revealed

Camisoles, chemises, slips, half-slips

Slip. Chances are you have never seen one in real life. They are long gone down the cabal of maximum profits. Feminists hate them.

Feminists hate everything male or related to womanliness and charm except the right to somehow procreate. The process being of course shroud in mystery since procreation is related to obtained by means of charm substances of male origin.

Slips are charming descendants of the chemise, a finer cotton garment worn over tight laced corsets.

Camisoles were worn under the corset to protect the wearer's skin from chaffing and prevent skin residues and sweat from ruining the corset too quickly.

Garter clip earring - Genial !

Weave the diamonds, this "couple of bucks" earring tells the story.

Goes without saying, I adore the idea.

When ? Where ?

"Why are you bothering me, who are you, where are you ?"

"Bother ? Please explain bother." she replied.

"You keep talking in my head that's not all usual save the mentally ill."

"I am not talking in your head. Your brain experiences and interprets my words. Two very different things."

She got me cornered. No matter the years my inner voice was always resourceful in outsmarting me.

"Ok, let's assume you are not in my head. Then where are you considering that our conversations are otherwise perfectly silent ?"

" 'Where' is not sufficient to qualify your question. You should also add 'when' ."

"Then where and when are you ?"

" 'When' precedes 'where' ..."

Deep breath, palm face, grin. "Could you please be kind and inform me when and where are you ? Is my question correctly formulated ?"

Yet another very special dress

Darlex(x) is a Lycra and Nylon stratified fabric combining the best of both. Just enough elastic to let move then firmly and consistently return to it's initial shape.

Meanwhile It's elastic behavior should not be taken for granted. This fabric is very sturdy, resilient, durable and tear-proof, even more so in heavier gauges.

Amazing Little Black Dress With surprising features...

Much more than a good looking little black dress (LBD).

This awesome apparently candid wonder conceals well it's game.

All zippers are locking, not the usual "padlock and strap" setup found on many sissy-dresses but a way more resistant locking mechanism in the sliders. Which can be locked in any position. How cool is that ?

First enchantment

Ouch. Must remove my hands from my chest. Delicately. Carefully. Slowly. Underneath layers of graceful lace my nipples were on fire. Tingling. Tense. Exacerbated and painfully sensitive.

Slowly building situational awareness. On my bed. In my room. So far so good.

Sun filtering through the curtains. Daytime. Usual muffled street noises. So far so good.

In a sky-blue "princess nightgown". Princess nightgown  I whispered to myself.  Where from do I know these words ?

Why were (real) foundation garments kicked out of fashion trends ?

No matter the figure clothes fall better and look sophisticatedly appealing when worn over appropriate structured foundation garments.

So why are they so hard to find today while on display in shops a few decades ago ? Why even a proper delicious decorated full-slip rings the tune of "mission impossible" ?

As vicious as it gets: -Transvestism in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM)

Granted, head-shrinks have modernized their business approach to cross-dressers. By calling them cross-dressers instead of transvestites.

Nevertheless under the hood it's business as usual.

Transvestism is not a mental health condition and is not listed in the DSM. However, transvestic disorder, which is described as the practice of cross-dressing when accompanied both by sexual excitement and emotional distress or social impairment as a result of the excitement, is listed as a paraphilic disorder in the DSM.

--More of that here.

Something has gone horribly wrong

Can someone still remember the times when backdoors were not required to have functional locks ? Kids and mom waving goodbye in the front yard as dad drove to work in his sedan ?

When mom drove a full size station wagon to accommodate kids, groceries, shopping and comfortably sit her rustling petticoats ?

Have you got a clue on how a pretty white apron looks over a homecoming dress swirling in the kitchen ? Do you even know how an apron or homecoming dress look like ?

All on a single common paycheck ?

Back to reality. Those times are long gone. To the point of new generations not even being able to understand their past existence.

Expect no mercy...

Can business models explain the societal barriers imposed to cross-dressers ? Let's see what gives.

Two main organized groups have elected themselves as cross-dressing gatekeepers:

• Religions and holly churches of all shapes and sizes
• Head-shrinks, psychiatry and affiliates

Can follow-the-money explain their policies ? Well...

Religious gurus and holly churches of all shapes and sizes

Are the leading official suppliers of paranormal activities. Their main product line includes various gods, saints and an extended gamut of related practices.

Subscribing enrolled followers being the primary sources of revenue.

That's a big crowdfunded business with it's own set of strict corporate rules. How big ? Just count the number of outlets and franchises they manage all over the world. This is actually the only business I know of that has it's own officially recognized state, the Vatican.

No other company can pride itself with customer meetings as massive as religious faith promotional junkets do. Tens of millions at Kumbh Mela's, more than a million for Hajj, about the same in Vatican events.

Sanctity of the difference between men and women is a recurring corporate rule universally enforced by quasi all faith related executives with Hinduism allowing minor exceptions for some casts.

Sanctity is a very relevant keyword. Differences are nor primarily physiological, they are holly.

Despite putting all on a spiritual level, most religions of all shapes and sizes are historically unsure on whether women have a soul...