My wardrobe just keeps growing and
growing -a new petti here, a new nightie there - a little skirt, a few tops,
another leotard, another new petti... I relish new ensembles and come up
with sooo many combinations. But I think I need my own personal
photographer to pose me and shoot me before I remove what I've got and slip
into the nex', because by the time I've shot myself, it seems that my
wardrobe is much smaller... and that I have no shoes...!
If not for my girlfriend, I would feel
less feminine. I think a female that is confident in herself as an
individual as well as confident as woman, appreciates the sensitivities of
her lover, appreciates the proclivities of her trans lover -embraces their
commonality -and when it came down to it, wouldn't have him and her any
other way... I love when my girlfriend whispers into some boys' ear, "Would
Crista like to come out and play?" There's a tingle -a flutter, and a
deeeep calm. My insides change or something. I get to be born again.. I
also get to wear her panties and raid her wardrobe -but she raids mine more
often . ;-)
Is it acknowledged how it's a great age
for skirts and dresses with body and flare..? Granted, it's not the
wondrous age of the 50s, but there are so many flowery skirts flowing
especially in this - the greatest city where I live. This peach skirt being
one example of three same styles that I had my choice of at a local
department store. One over-the- counter circle skirt, plus
one brand new (or vintage) eBay-ordered crinoline equals one proud and
complete Poufbunny... ;-)
