Diary: I Want To Be Effeminated

I don't know what it is about it, but I need to wear women's underwear.  The desire is overpowering.  I want to be effeminated.  Girls look so good in those outfits, and I just want the privilege of looking that way, too.  I want the tits, I want the soft, hairless skin, I want the delicate curves, I want the round little empty crotch.  I want to be enveloped in lace and silk and flowers and little skinny straps and dainty elastics.