Cross Dressing Boudoir

Transformation to become Forced into Feminization
A  Transvestite's Dream Come True

In a cross dressing boudoir… My transformation and feminization into the woman I deeply wanted. A transvestite’s dream comes true which is revealed in a make over. 

I must admit I loved the tightness of the Vollers Victorian tight lacing style corset. Really giving me that hour glass figure. The pull of the satin suspenders felt divine on my newly waxed skin. The five inch lace welt, at the top of my stockings was tickling the very top of my thighs making me feel even more of a naughty girl.

I tiptoed across the room to a velvet covered chair. I could see high heeled stilettos, and rows and rows of dresses, uniforms and frilly petticoats, ready for me to use.

But first the makeup. I sat gingerly, very aware of the corset laces and the feel of the breast forms against my skin giving me the ultimate cleavage and bounce. My mouth was dry and I was aware of the sensual sensation of the silk panties on my bottom, truly divine. I sipped on Evian water as my transformation was truly in progress now, and there was no turning back. I discussed with Mistress Colours of foundations and skin tone. We both agreed and settled for pale beige cream that would really make my crystal blue eyes stand out. ‘Wait ‘ said Madam ‘There is something extremely important I must share with you’. ‘Every girl knows that your skin has to be shaven, smooth and perfect for the base colour to be applied’. ‘Therefore cleanse tone and moisturise is one of the secrets to a great base to your make up’.

‘It certainly must be done before applying any make up darling’ enthused Madam.

Taking a new slightly damp make up sponge, Madam smoothed the foundation cream onto my face. I felt a tingling sensation go down my spine.

Madam added ‘Make sure you always use upward strokes so not to pull the skin in the wrong direction’.

Madam joked ‘We don’t want everything going south until it absolutely has too’.

A golden pen like YSL concealer appeared just to cover any blemishes or darkness around my eyes. Next came the translucent powder with a huge powder brush,  lightly applied and I was already starting to see the difference. Luscious black eyeliner followed, both above and below my eyes somehow making them look larger, giving them a kind of kitten like look, very sexy, sultry the look I just adore. The deep bronze eye shadow, which really set off my blue eyes. Was expertly blended across my eyelids.

The corset made me sit up straight and my posture was that of a prim and proper school teacher, but really there was a minx inside me just waiting to get out.

With a skilled hand she gently applied the black mascara, again YSL, no less.

‘We are using the best products sweetie’ revealed Madam

Madam outlined my lips with a luscious red liner and in filled it with a lip liner brush, daubed in a deep cherry passion shade. Giving me a full feminine delicious kissable mouth. Madam had earlier applied long false nail extensions expertly to each finger, and then with brush stokes applying the cherry passion matching nail varnish. A touch of colour to the apple area of my cheeks and it was finished.

‘Dare I look’?  Do I want to now ?, or shall I wait for the transformation to be complete’. I decided to have a quick peek.

The reflection that looked back was astounding, I hardly recognised myself. I felt my eyes well up with tears, but had to be strong, as Madam would  be upset if the mascara ran, that she had just applied. The reflection in the mirror mimicked my every movement,

‘Could that really be me’? I turned away for a split second, and Madam was spraying me with Dior perfume.

I stood there in the boudoir, savouring every single second. The feminine surroundings cream gold and black, with lashings of pink this and pink that. The textures and smells were overwhelming for me. Lace, satin in bright bold colours surrounded me, frilly maid’s uniforms, with layered petticoats.  Bridal gowns, to be that bride you always wanted to begin bridal wear. Covered in sequins and pearls, bugle beads, and finest of silk embroidery.  Ostrich feathers adorned the beautiful hats. Ball gowns and lots of fabulous designer dresses.

The shoes, always my favourite, rows upon rows of sexy stiletto heels and boots.

I had a flush of excitement and had to hold myself up against the dressing table, as Madam brought forward a floor length black multi tiered taffeta, satin skirt. This was fastened neatly around my shapely waist. I just adore the feel of taffeta, the rustle, the swish it makes as you move, and the wonderful smooth texture against my skin.

Madam sat me back down at the dressing table whilst fixing around my neck a large glamorous crystal choker. Then clipping on the matching earrings gently in to place. How I wished my ears were pierced, but that’s just not practical.

Now the gloves, full length over the elbow, black satin opera gloves, stretched effortlessly over my fingers, pulled up the wrists and rolled gently to my forearms, and onto my upper arms. A wide crystal bracelet was added to my left wrist over the satin gloves.

Now to the shoes, this had been the hardest choice to make, stilettos definitely, black to match the fabulous outfit, but should I wear sandals, open top, or a classic court shoe. I considered the thigh length PVC black boots, but maybe with this outfit, a little too tart, even though I wanted to be tart at times. Eventually I settled on a pair of 5inch heeled court shoes with a splendid silver spiked heel. Embellished at the front just above the toe with a crystal brooch like rose. I pivoted on the spot and placed one foot and then the other into the shoes, and like Cinderella a perfect fit, just right.

Next my crowning glory, Madam made me sit again, even though I was giddy with excitement. And began to place upon my head the wig that would be the final step in my transformation. A long, blond mane of never ending cascade of curls and ringlets. Perfect…………..

I took a deep breath, and stood up, Madam told me to close my eyes. She then took my satin clad hand and led me to a large ornate full length mirror on the dressing room wall. Where I was to see, the New Me, the girl I had always wanted to be………

Followed by lights, camera, action………This was included in my special to treat to myself. The beautiful woman hidden inside me was to be revealed was a photography session. To hold the memories for ever of this moment in time.

By Stephanie, now a  beautiful she male