I dreamed last night that I was whisked away to a place where it would be OK for me to be feminine, where there would be no adverse consequences at all. I was wearing a bikini under my clothes at the time, secretly, and I felt such relief at this new freedom. I specifically remember the bra being a sort of triangle top, but with wide straps. It was blue and green.
The first thing I did was shave. I distinctly remember spending a lot of time shaving my face and my legs, and thinking I'd have to go over my hairy chest, too. I was worried about irritating my skin. Then I put on makeup, and noticed in the mirror that my eyebrows needed plucking. Finally, I put on a leopard print dress and went to play bass in a Metallica cover band, and feeling absolutely marvelous. I saw myself from the crowd, and saw a flash of my panties as I bounced around in my short dress.
The dress had long sleeves, was short to about mid-thigh, and flared out at the hips, like this:
My hair was long and curly.
This was one of the most pleasant dreams I've ever had. Total wish fulfillment.
Secretly living in my wife's closet: the musings of a closet transvestite. Adult content.
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