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It appeared that the women had been rather keen upon meeting the handsome actor in person, along with probably a few dozen other ladies in attendance I know that part of me desires to be female so this is part of my motivation in cross-dressing yet I also know I love the excitement and the thrill of dressing and trying to be female, it is a collision with my sexuality and upbringing. I also kind of dare myself to push the physicality somewhat. He had told the gentleman wearing the fancy tux to collect the girl’s sister, and take the 3 to the cottage while he collected the actor. And again advised them not to utter a single word to anyone.
Needham- I know your kind... I know you won't stop but *Urgh* My girlfriend and my son were buried in two unmarked graves here. Her family didn't want me visiting them, her brother especially, blamed me for what happened. They overdosed you see... But I knew the truth. It was the drug business that got them killed, and I wasn't gonna rest until every last one of them was gone. When I was sent to kill Sionis... Couldn't wait. *Cough* I didn't want Penguin's money, you hear me? What's the use in this place? Nah. I just wanted to know where my family was buried. I just wanted to lay some flowers on my kid's grave. Hey, that was my Great Aunts , her Mother yelps grasping at the ring. Almost looking like Defoe’s Sunday dressed Moll Flanders snatching at the colourful trinket worn by a young miss, awed by the passing parade of royals. Lady Sadie stiffens at the mention of such women in her presence. “Oh, that’s just idle drawing room gossip, Lettice!” As the Chief inspector, his detectives, and a quite exasperated Superior, were watching the contents of the Mysterious reel of film.. The auto had been dropped off Sunday afternoon. The office had been closed, the key dropped off in a box. No idea really by whom..I will freely admit I enjoy the process of transforming from male to female. Shaving off my body hair and reshaping my eyebrows is a physical commitment to my female self which is always an exciting and daring thing to commit to. I entitled the picture accompanying this narrative, which is actually a still frame from one of my videos, ‘Putting it all together’. I gave it that title as that’s how I think of my transformation into my female alter-ego. And with a lurch of the trolley on the old private road, the entire ultra-wealthy group set off on their pre nuptial adventure.
Tonight however we are at Glynes, the grand Georgian family seat of the Chetwynds in Wiltshire, and the home of Lettice’s parents, the presiding Viscount and Countess of Wrexham and the heir, their eldest son Leslie. Lettice is visiting her family home as her parents host their first Hunt Ball since 1914. Lady Sadie has been completely consumed over the last month by the planning and preparation of the occasion, determined that not only will it be the event of the 1922 county season, but also that it will be a successful entrée for her youngest daughter, still single at twenty-one years of age, to meet a number of eligible and marriageable men. Letters and invitations have flown from Lady Sadie’s bonheur de jour* to the families of eligible bachelors, some perhaps a little too old to be considered before the war, achieving more than modest success. Whilst Lettice enjoys dancing, parties and balls, she is less enthusiastic about the idea of the ball being used as a marriage market than her parents are. Meanwhile the dark skinned Romeo had come across one of the twins watching the autograph hounds in action ( red satin gown), and had found out she was also interested in meeting the actor. He had taken the pretty lady over to the cameraman to see if it could be arranged. A blind ruse to lure his victim ever closer into his confidence. The Detective Chief Inspector surmised that these lambs had been left alone from any trimming, instead saved as proper candidates to be lured away for a bit of wolfish shearing down to the silken flesh. To say I was on a real high would be an understatement. The tactile sensation of being hairless, feeling make-up going onto my face, donning the wig and putting on a dress and stepping into high heels…it was a moment I have never forgotten. My whole life had wanted this moment to occur. A simple act I admit, that of shaving, applying make-up and dressing in female clothes yet it was an incredible and truly liberating experience that had me so light headed I had to sit down and recover for nearly twenty minutes! But Beth, Calling it a casket is an old term, and her husband starts to explain (not for the first time) the origin of the phrase ”jewele casket”
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The connection between acts 1 & 2, for those who haven’t figured it out, will be revealed in act 3.
Typically at this stage I will apply my make-up at this point and an urgency begins to take root, the awareness I am committing to try and be more feminine than masculine grows exponentially and I have to force myself to be patient and take things steadily. I adore the moment I finally disguise my beard shadow with make-up and this induces a considerable confidence boost that pushes me forward to complete my transformation. I will admit a big thrill courses through me at this stage and I can at times, feel rather light headed. I often need to calm myself before proceeding. Some people tell me this is weird and perverted and I would be lying if I said such descriptions did not cause me distress as I probably deep down am seeking some form of acceptance and tolerance to be allowed to set free this aspect of my persona. The truth is I do feel quite comfortable presenting as a a woman and can feel distraught that I'm not really one at all. The male in me is also at odds with this recurring emotion and sometimes I can be dressed as a woman and find part of me screaming inside saying 'what on earth are you doing?'. It's upsetting yet I'm frequently on a real high and often with a highly enjoyable pleasurable thrill being generated by daring to try and look female. From the “seed” planted by that helpful bit of overheard gossip, grew the new job the group was now going to carry out very shortly .I see women doing certain things for appearances and I wonder what that must be like. For example I am fascinated by some of the regimes women put up with to maintain appearances and my curiosity also wants to try it for myself. Part of me wants to favour my female appearance over my male appearance yet I know realistically I need to keep my cross-dressing a secret. My family wish this also and I have agreed to that request from them.
The gowns were worth L3000 pounds each, real emeralds, the brides was worth double that, with real diamonds I know it's not popular and I'm told unwelcome but I won't deny I do at times experience sexual arousal, usually during the transformation stage as of course I don't desire any tell tale reminders of being male once I am completely transformed as Helene. I also get a buzz at the notion of being sexy and feminine and like the idea of being seductive and being found desirable by men. That aspect is nothing to do with sex and everything to do with being selfish and vain. I enjoy the art of female illusion and attracting men is probably my ego being pandered to by the thrill of fooling a male into believing I'm female. I'm a shallow creature at heart I fear. For me I have to have shaved legs and arms to feel feminine so I always shave off my body hair. I’ve never been able to cope with long nails so this is something I never have. I see lots of women with short nails and that suits me fine. Long nails are just horrible to me, I don’t find them attractive. There is a popular perception that transvestites are involved in a sordid activity or we are seen as freaks and perverts and are rarely respected for who we are. We are more likely to be ridiculed or labelled as mentally ill. The most common response is we are homosexual and just want sex with men. The Chief Inspector, with the blessings of his superior, held off notifying their families so that proper statement could be gathered without interferences.
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It hadn’t been a bad time imprisioned down there, nor good either, after the door had been shut and bolted home on them. Some may say I am pathetic but I adored this indulgence and felt excited and enthused and good about life. To dress up as a woman and show off my legs, which are never seen in my male life, was truly wonderful, I loved every minute of it. I always think that these moments of transvestism are beyond compare, they are just so incredible to experience. I feel as if life is enhanced and it boosts my confidence. The Gotham Cemetery is sprawling. One of the biggest controversies behind Arkham, was separating loved ones from those buried there. Of course, with Strange's connections, it didn't take the government long to overrule the City Council. With all of Gotham's tragedies- the breakouts, the earthquake, the crises, the Signal Man incident and the City of Fear, there's no bigger graveyard in the entire state. It's a labyrinth of headstones and crypts. It takes a lot of manpower to cover the area. The glow from Freeze's goggles, are about the only thing lighting up the area* And 30 minutes before that, the afternoon post had also arrived at the office of the Bishop of the Eastminster Diocese...
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