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Life in the Pink Lane My story is one that I've kept to myself and treasured over the years. I think what happened to me all those years ago was the nearest I've ever been to me. Since then, I've never been able to find that particular place again. Where to start..? It all began in England in the mid sixties. I would have been about 20-21 years old and I was working in an office as a management trainee. For some months, I'd been doing spells in each department around the building to pick up the mechanics of the business. Finally, I was working with one of the directors - my desk being in the corner of his office. I'd discovered the delights of womens' clothes a few years earlier and I'll never forget that electric shivering rush the first time I slipped into a pair of my sister's lacy nylon panties - what a luxurious sensation after my cotton underpants. Working in the city had given me the opportunity to treat myself to the odd item of lingerie such as panties or bras but I hadn't progressed much further. I'd been to a single sex school and, to be honest, girls were still a bit of a mystery to me. Imagine my delight at finding that the office had a high percentage of female staff, many of whom were just a few years older than me. Going into the office where most of the girls worked was always a pleasure for me - watching them, listening to their chatter, the rustle of their dresses and the clickety-clack of their heels that I envied so much as they went to and fro. Heaven! I would have loved to have been one of them. At this stage, I didn't know what I was all about and there was certainly no-one I could talk to about it. All I knew was that I was fascinated by the perfumed and secretive world of women. They all seemed to have a grace, a natural elegance and a sense of personal freedom that I longed for and I envied them their curvy silhouettes and their skirts that swayed so gracefully as they walked. It struck me one day that there was hardly one part of a woman's body that couldn't be adorned, painted, be- jewelled or decorated in some way! They could walk arm in arm, laugh or cry, spend hours on themselves - plucking their eyebrows, curling their hair, polishing their nails, agonising over clothes and the perennial question of 'what to wear' - in short, all the thousand and one things a woman must think about before she presented herself to the outside world. This was my world and I felt irresistibly drawn to it, as if by a powerful magnet. I found the male world indescribably dull and constrained by comparison. I enjoyed the heady atmosphere of womens' shops very much, full of bright colours, with all manner of fabrics and elegant clothes in all shapes and sizes - long, knee-length or short skirts, pleated or straight, tops, dresses, blouses, beautiful bags, slim curvy shoes that looked good enough to eat, not to mention all the wonderful lingerie. In contrast, going into a mens' shop was to be bored witless by the racks of drab coloured suits, jackets, trousers and socks in exciting shades of dark blue, black, grey or dark green. Shirts? I'd say that the majority were either white or pale blue in plain, small check or faintly striped. Case proven. Julia, the secretary of my director, was in her early thirties and was perhaps the most elegant of all the girls in the office - and I'm not ashamed to say that I worshipped her. I never saw her looking anything less than immaculately turned out. She usually wore business suits with tailored jackets and straight skirts. She had short black hair that shone, her blouses bore knife-edged creases and her nails were always just so. She invariably wore black patent shoes - usually sling-backs with about a 3" heel and she had a magnificent slow walk in them. Her perfume was memorable - I don't think I've ever encountered it since in 40+ years - I'd love to know what it was. Nowadays, she'd be called 'high maintenance'. Then - she was just about the single most glamorous woman I'd ever met. Then, one fateful day, I was out shopping during my lunch-break. I'd previously bought my lingerie at shops like Etam or Dorothy Perkins but, on this day, I'd summoned up courage to try out a new shop I'd found that sold lingerie that was just that little bit more racy than the others. While I was waiting for the assistant to put my new purchase (a pair of pretty lacy panties) into a bag and ring up the sale on the till, I was looking around the shop trying hard to look at ease and not too interested when - horror of horrors - I spotted Julia outside on the pavement looking in at the window display. My purchase paid for, I thanked the assistant, opened the door and there she was - right in front of me - and there was no way of avoiding her. "Hell-ooo..." she said, looking at me and my bag a little quizzically, "have you been buying some frillies for your girl friend - or," she added with a knowing wink, ".. something for yourself..?" She told me later that she was just joking when she said the last bit, but I wasn't to know that at the time. I must've have blushed scarlet all the way down to my toenails because she put her hand on my arm and said gently that she hadn't meant to pry. She asked me if she could join me and we set off back towards the office. She asked me if she could be nosey and ask what I'd bought. I could hardly speak for embarrassment - so I opened the bag to show her. She asked me if the panties were for me and I nodded. It must have been pretty obvious. She said that it was OK by her. She didn't seem fazed at all by it and gradually I felt my face cooling down. She lingered as we passed a few fashion shops and she pointed out things she liked and asked me what I thought. I told her that I wasn't used to talking about skirts and dresses with anyone and she'd have to give me time to get used to the idea. As we approached the office building she stopped, looked me in the eye and said that my secret was safe with her and that she liked knowing a little bit more about me. With that, she gave my arm a little pat and we went back inside. As we went up in the lift, she told me that she'd noticed me looking at her over the previous months and had often wondered what I was thinking. I blurted out that I thought she was my idea of perfection in a woman. The lift stopped at my floor and as I got out she looked at me with kind eyes and told me not to worry. Later in the afternoon Julia came into my office to take some dictation from my boss and I couldn't take my eyes off her as she sat there with her legs elegantly crossed. She passed my desk when she left, placing a folded piece of paper on it and giving me the subtlest of winks and pulling a funny face! Opening it carefully, she'd written in her curly writing: How about coffee one day this week? J xx Going home, I almost missed my turn-off as I'd been driving on automatic pilot - lost in my thoughts. I decided that if I was going to confide in someone, I couldn't have found a better person than Julia. I also told myself that I'd try and be totally honest with her - which, in the mid- sixties, was not an easy thing to do. I'd always admired her from afar and now here she was asking me for a coffee. I could hardly believe my luck - except, what was she going to ask me and what was I going to tell her. She stopped by my office for a quick chat a day or two later to tell me that our mutual boss was off to a meeting in the afternoon which would give us an opportunity to slip out for a coffee. After a nervous lunchtime sandwich at my desk, my boss returned from his lunch, packed up his briefcase, put on his coat and said that he was off to a client meeting and that he'd be back in the office in the morning. At around 2pm, I heard the familiar click clack of Julia's heels approaching down the corridor outside. She had her coat on and she asked me if I was ready and if so, she'd see me outside. I quickly tidied my desk, locked up the office, and a minute or two later I followed her down in the lift. We set off for a nearby coffee house that had discreet booths where we could talk without being overheard. I went to order a couple of coffees while she said that she'd find us somewhere to sit. Coming back with the coffee to the table where she sat, she patted the seat next to her, indicating that I should sit there. After we'd exchanged a few pleasantries, she asked me if I wanted to talk. Taking a deep breath, I said yes.. I told her that what I was about to tell her, I hadn't told another soul. I said that for as long as I could remember, I'd always felt ill at ease with myself and that I'd always felt more of an affinity with girls than boys. I told her that my first memory of realising I was different was when I was 7 and I remember looking at my teacher and wishing with all my heart that I looked like her. And, at the end of playtime, all the children had to line up to return inside the school in an orderly fashion - boys in one line, girls in another. I remember thinking always that I belonged in the other line - even at the age of 7 or 8. At one point, Julia asked me if I was gay (don't remember the exact term she used as 'gay' wasn't in use back then) to which I replied no, I didn't think so. I told her that I simply loved everything about women to the extent that I wanted to be one. She asked me, "What if you were one - would you be attracted to men then, d'you think?" I told her no - I didn't relate to men at all, let alone being attracted to one. I couldn't imagine that for one moment. And it's not a case of "Methinks the lady doth protest too much!" She asked me where I thought womens' clothes came into the equation? I said to me they were just about the only means I had of experiencing femininity - to which she nodded. I told her that she was my role model and that if I was a woman, I'd like to - love to - look like her. To me, women had that additional dimension in their lives in that they could be elegant and beautiful. OK, I admit that the gift of beauty is not equally or fairly shared around by Mother Nature, some have more than others and some do less well - but I firmly believed then - and still believe now - that every woman has something beautiful about them. After talking solidly for about an hour and a half, she told me in passing that her husband was in the Merchant Navy and went to sea to the Far East - each trip lasting around 3-4 months. She asked me if I'd ever been fully dressed as a woman? I said I hadn't - at that point. She said she only asked because this fantasy of wanting to be a woman - which, she added, she saw nothing wrong with - would remain a fantasy until I tried dressing fully and perhaps even going out as a woman. What did I think of that..? My heart was pounding at this point - and I could hardly speak. She said why didn't I come round to her house one weekend and we could take it one step further. When I asked her what she meant by this she said that she'd be happy to take me shopping somewhere where we wouldn't be known and she'd guide me through the process. That was a weight off my mind because I'd often wondered what the sizing of womens' clothes was all about - was I a size 12, 14, 16 or what? And what did those sizes refer to? I'd never been able to work that particular puzzle out. And I could hardly have asked my mother or my sister! Looking at my watch, I saw it was almost 4pm already and that we'd better return to the office. While walking back, she linked her arm through mine and asked me what I was doing over the coming weekend because we could do something then - as she put it. She told me her husband had left for the Far East a few weeks before. We arranged that I'd come over to her house early on the Friday evening for supper around 7pm. And with that, we went our separate ways inside the building. I thought I'd better shave my legs before the Friday as nothing quite looks as bad as hairy legs under stockings. I managed to make a nice job of it without cutting myself and they looked quite decent. On the Friday morning, I got up early in my flat and packed a small overnight bag with a couple of shirts, sweaters, trousers etc all ready for a quick get-away come Friday evening. I remembered to put my few items of lingerie in as well - a few panties, two bras and a nightie. During the day, Julia popped into my office to talk to the director and as she left, she put another little note on my desk, unseen by the boss! I opened it surreptitiously and she'd written her address with directions, and a phone number. The hands of the office clock seemed to drag and the afternoon seemed interminable but eventually it was 5pm and time to go. Back at the flat, I had a close shave as I wanted to look my best for the lovely Julia, then after a quick shower and change, I went out to the car and set off for Julia's part of town. Before long, I was turning into her tree-lined residential avenue in the suburbs. I found her house which was detached with a private garden at the front - she'd left an outside light on for me. Here goes, I thought, as I pressed the doorbell and I heard it ring in the depths of her house. The hall light came on and the door opened and there she was, with a big smile. She closed the door behind me and took my coat. There was a smell of something delicious cooking. She said let's just pop upstairs and I can show you your room and where everything is and we can put your bags up there. She'd put me in a nice room at the rear of the house overlooking the garden. We went downstairs again and into her kitchen where something was bubbling away on the cooker. She poured us both a glass of wine (that in itself was unusual for those days - wine had only just made an appearance in the shops) and we clinked our glasses. She said it would be ready in about 10 minutes so we went through next door. We made ourselves comfortable in her sitting room and I was wondering what was coming next so I said, "I like your outfit - but then again, I like all your outfits!" She was wearing tight burgundy trousers with a figure-hugging black seater. She asked me what kind of clothes I liked and what colours I suited. To this latter question I had no idea. I told her that I preferred the kind of clothes she wore to the office - tailored jackets and straight skirts to which she laughed and said, yes, but to wear clothes like that, I really would need a waist and hips - neither of which I appeared to have. She also said that I couldn't wear clothes like that all the time - I'd need clothes to relax in. She said that I'd need to start thinking about what style of skirt would suit me. She thought perhaps a pleated skirt with stitched down pleats would give me the appearance of hips and a longer jacket would hide the fact that I didn't have a waist. Instead of a pear shape, I was the opposite and so it would be better if I could find a skirt in a light colour to make my hips appear bigger while my jacket should be a darker colour to reduce the bulk of my upper body - all this made sense to me. Her kitchen timer went off and we went back through to her kitchen where she'd set the table for two. She'd made a delicious chicken in a creamy sauce which she served with rice and some veggies. We talked some more about clothes and she said that the first thing I'd need to buy would be the underwear. She asked me if I'd thought about what I was going to put in my bra..? To which I replied I hadn't. Up until then, I'd been putting rolled up socks in it. Not ideal! She said that she'd thought that we could try shopping in Chester as she knew a good shop for underwear there - they stocked false boobs for ladies who'd had mastectomies. There were also some good fashion shops there too - plus we'd be fairly sure of not meeting anyone we knew. She served a great cheesecake that she'd made and after a slice, I was full. She caught me stifling a yawn and said that she'd clear up if I wanted to go up and get ready for bed. I thanked her for being so kind to me and she patted my hand and said she wouldn't be long downstairs - she was feeling tired too. It had been a long week. She said that we should aim to be on the road by 8am as it was going to be a long day tomorrow. I said goodnight then and went upstairs. I unpacked my bags - leaving my lingerie in there - and hung my shirts and trousers up before getting undressed and into my pyjamas. I went through to the bathroom and while I was washing, I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. When I'd finished, I went back to my room and there, lying on my bed, was a pretty nightie. She called out, "Did you see the nightie..? What d'you think? Why don't you wear it tonight to put you in the mood for tomorrow..?" I didn't need asking twice! I quickly changed out of my pyjamas and slipped the nightie over my head and I can clearly remember just how nice that felt. I got into bed and turned out the light. I heard Julia go into the bathroom and I felt myself dozing off to sleep. I sensed that she'd come in and I woke up to find her sitting on the edge of the bed. She said, "You look nice in that nightie - it suits you.." She leaned forward, kissed my forehead, her perfume filling my nostrils and then she stood up saying that we'd better get some sleep. And with that, she left. The next day I woke up and I had to pinch myself that I was in Julia's house.. There was a little tap at the door and she came in with a cup of tea and a slinky dressing gown for me. I was a bit embarrassed and I thanked her for the tea. She said we'd have breakfast downstairs in a minute or two and I should come down as I was. I drank my tea then went to brush my teeth and comb my hair before going down to join her in the kitchen in my nightie and dressing gown. We had a lovely little breakfast together - she spotted my newly shaven legs - and I couldn't help feeling nervous and excited about what was to come. I finished my breakfast and went back upstairs for a shave and a shower before getting dressed. It was approaching 8am and we were ready to leave. We left the house, jumped into the car and set off for Chester. On the way there she told me that she'd telephoned the underwear shop on Thursday evening before they closed to see if they had any objections to serving me - apparently it was all fine once Julia had convinced the lady that I was OK and that I wasn't some kind of weirdo. It must have been about 9.30 when we arrived in Chester and after finding a multi-storey car park, we set off to find the underwear shop. My nerves were starting to kick in by now which Julia noticed. She calmed me down saying that it would be fine at the shop, the lady would treat me just like another customer. Arriving at the shop, I saw that it had an old-fashioned traditional look to it with its window full of dummies wearing corsets, bras and girdles. "You'll be fine," Julia whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I'm with you..," she added with a laugh, "I've bought hundreds of bras!" We went in and there were a couple of ladies there behind the counter. It was the type of shop that I would never have had the nerve to enter on my own. Julia introduced herself to the ladies as having phoned on the Thursday evening and all was smiles as they gave me a slightly curious but friendly look. The lady who appeared to be the manageress said to the other one, "Why don't you turn the sign on the door around to 'Closed' and then carry on with that stock check while I see to this gentleman." Having said that she turned to me and introduced herself, saying "Good morning, I'm Pamela.." to which I replied my name. She asked how she could help me. I said it was a long story but in short, I was unsure of my identity - I felt strongly that part of me at least was female and I wanted to try living as a woman for a while to see if it was just a fantasy or if it really was me. I said I'd been struggling with these feelings all my life. I said that I didn't think I was homosexual - I didn't think it had anything to do with that - but I just felt I was in the wrong team - as though all my life, I'd had my shoes the wrong way around on my feet. I said I didn't really understand it myself but I knew I always felt happier, more comfortable in the company of women. I started to relax and feel more at ease as I talked, I felt the stress I'd experienced on the way there start to melt away and I was happy to be in this emporium that was very definitely female. Julia agreed with me and said to Pamela that she thought I was very courageous to come out like this and that it wasn't easy for me to talk about it. She said that she'd only known about my condition for a few days but she wanted to help me find myself as she put it. She said that I needed at least one bra and the prostheses to go with them and probably a pantie girdle. Pamela said that she would be only too pleased to help me and led me into one of the fitting rooms. She said that the first thing would be to measure me so I'd have to take my sweater and shirt off because we'd also be trying a few bras on. Finally, she said with a smile, don't worry, relax! After I removed my sweater and shirt, she ran a tape measure around my chest - for the band size she said - and it came out at 38". She asked me how big a cup size I wanted? I looked blankly at Julia who said that we could probably try a 'C' cup to start with so with that Pamela excused herself to go and find a few bras for me to try. Julia came over and told me that I was doing fine and she mouthed 'you're doing fine!" and gave me a little peck on my cheek. The curtain opened as Pamela came back with about half a dozen bras over her arm and a box of breast forms. She said, "Right, let's try this one for size.. It's a 38B and their sizing is always good." She passed me a pretty bra with lacy cups and watched me fumbling with it with shaking hands for a few seconds before she gently took it off me and held it out and told me to put my arms through the straps and turn around. She then slipped a breast form into my right cup - ooh, that was cold! - and another one into my left cup. She adjusted the straps and then turned me to look in the mirror. She asked me if I could see how the form didn't fit the cup properly, how there was a wrinkle of surplus material at the tip of the cup that would show through when I was wearing a blouse. We tried a few more combinations of bras and breast forms before we decided on one set that looked lovely with the forms filling the cups without any creasing. She asked me how I felt? I replied that I thought my smile would have told her all she needed to know! I was delighted with how my bust looked and Julia agreed that it looked very convincing. I asked Pamela what it cost and I said I thought I'd take two bras of the style I'd tried and the breast forms. I took the bra off and dressed again in my shirt and sweater. Julia reminded me that I needed a pantie girdle. Pamela measured my waist and showed me a white pantie girdle with suspenders that was very popular with her customers. Remember this was the pre-tights era! I said I'd take that as well. I thanked her for being so kind to me and she said that I'd be welcome back there any time I liked. Outside, Julia said to me that she thought I did very well in the shop and that I looked great in that bra. I said shhhh - we were walking along a busy pavement surrounded by Saturday morning shoppers. I had to laugh though! "Right," I said, "what next?" Julia said the next thing is shoes - what size did I take? When I replied 8s, she said that she thought only a few shops would stock shoes in that size. We walked into the centre proper and found a shop that Julia thought would be promising. Fortunately, there weren't too many customers in there yet and we walked around the ladies department looking at the stock. Julia said that I needed a 'career' type shoe in either black patent or plain black with a medium 2-3" heel. An assistant came over and Julia asked if she had anything black in a size 8 with 2-3" heel. The girl said she'd go and look and while she was away, Julia passed me a pop sock from her bag and whispered, "You'll need this!" I said, "There's no way that I can sit here trying on ladies shoes." Julia replied, "That's exactly why we came here - no-one knows us. So what if she thinks it's odd.. We'll be gone in a few minutes and you'll never see her again." I thought she was right of course. The girl came back with two or three boxes and she opened them up to show us the shoes. One pair looked lovely - black leather with a stacked 3" heel and an almond toe - I thought they were very elegant. "Those are nice," I said to Julia. "Is it OK if he tried them on? He's got a pop sock..?" The girl hesitated for a fraction and then said, "Absolutely no problem.. here's a shoe horn if you need it." I sat down and took my right shoe off, followed by my sock. I slipped the pop sock on and eased my foot into the shoe which fitted perfectly. Looking up I said, "It's perfect.." "You'll have to try walking them," Julia said with a wicked grin! "Go on, don't be silly!" I tried the other one on and said, "It's fine as well." She wasn't having any of it. She insisted, "Try walking up and down.. go on." I walked up and down, very conscious of the assistant watching me and then I repeated, "They're fine, really." I sat down and took them off and put my own back on. We went to the cash desk and paid and then out in the street, Julia was almost crying with laughter. She said if she'd had a camera..! Phew! I was shaking with nervous tension. I implored her not to do that again. Julia said that if I hadn't tried them on, and they hadn't fitted when we got back home, I'd've been mad with myself - an opportunity wasted and all that travelling for nothing. She was absolutely right of course. Again! Julia said that we should try to find a skirt next. She'd measured me at her house and she said that I was a size 16. She reminded me that we were going to look for a light coloured, below the knee skirt with stitched down pleats. We tried a few shops - without much luck when we were walking along one of those upper pavements that are peculiar to Chester when she suddenly stopped dead outside a small independent fashion shop.. "Ooh," she said pointing at the window, "that's exactly what we're looking for". A mannequin was wearing a beautiful silver grey 'Prince of Wales' check skirt with stitched-down pleats that looked just right. She asked me if I was OK..? I replied, "Yes, I think so, why?" Too late, she was opening the door and pulling me in behind her. We walked over to the rail with the skirts and she flicked through them looking for that same skirt in a 16. Yes! Found it... I said, "No way am I trying that on!" She said nothing. A middle-aged lady stepped forward and asked if she could help us and Julia said, "Yes, could my friend here try this skirt on please?" I felt myself going purple again.. "Certainly Madam. If you'd like to step this way and leave your parcels here..." She showed me into a changing room and Julia passed me the skirt on its hanger. I could see she was enjoying herself! She said, "I'm not being funny, but if you're serious about being a woman, this is something you're going to have to get used to." I pulled the curtain to and kicked off my shoes, took my trousers off and unclipped the skirt from its hanger and stepped into it. I zipped it up snugly and shook the pleats out. It fitted so well, and it was lined and it hung beautifully on me too. I loved the effect of those rippling pleats. Yes, I'd have that too. I called for Julia to come and have a look. She popped her head around the curtain and said, "Yes, that's exactly what I had in mind. It suits you!" With that, I changed back into my trousers, put my shoes back on again and left the changing room. I took the skirt over to the cash desk and a lady wrapped it up for me while I paid the manageress. Julie thanked them and we left! Another step forward. It was nearing lunchtime now so Julia asked me what I wanted to do. I said if it was alright with her, I wouldn't mind a quick coffee then I'd like to carry on. She said that would be fine. We sat down in the corner of a quaint little caf? with our coffees and Julia said that we'd done well. Bras, breast forms, pantie girdle, shoes, skirt.. all I needed now was a top -perhaps a blouse or a thin sweater. I thought a blouse with a long jacket would be better. Fifteen minutes later, we were outside again and ready to carry on. Julia said that if it was a blouse I needed, that we should look for a pale grey one to match the skirt and then either a black or a charcoal jacket. She said a black belt for your skirt would look good too. And some barely black stockings. She said not to worry about jewellery today - she had lots she could lend me. The only other thing I needed was a wig. In the course of the next hour, we bought a lovely pale silver-grey soft blouse - with a high neck and long flowing sleeves; Julia treated me to a beautiful slim black leather belt with a nice rectangular buckle and a couple of pairs of barely black stockings. She said not to worry about a bag as I could borrow one of hers. The time was now approaching 4pm when we found a small wig shop that didn't look too busy. "Last shop," Julia said, "hopefully!" Inside, we explained to the serving lady - in her fifties - what it was all about and I'm sure it wasn't the first time she'd been asked this particular question. We went into a fitting room and she sat me down in front of a mirror and then disappeared to bring some wigs for me to try. A few minutes later, she returned with about 8 wigs and one of those polystyrene head blocks. She started trying wigs on me and most of them looked awful, or I did, the second she put them on my head. Then she put a dark brown shoulder length wig on me and we all said as one, "That's it!" even before she'd brushed it! It looked like me - difficult to explain further but the more she brushed it, the better it looked. I also bought one of those head blocks as she said the wig would keep its shape and style better on one. We thanked her very much and gathered all our parcels together and left for the car. We were both shattered by now - the jacket would have to wait for another day. We set off for home, both of us were tired out, and I thanked Julia so much for coming with me and helping me out. She said that she was looking forward to seeing me trying everything on.. She said she thought I'd be surprised at how I'd look once I had everything right and with a few little extras from her - like earrings, necklace and a scarf. She said that it was the little details that made an outfit and I'd gain a lot of confidence once I saw how good I looked when everything co-ordinated. It was getting dark when we pulled into her drive and we picked up all our parcels and flopped down in her easy chairs. Phew! That was better! She said why didn't I go and have another shave - because then she'd do my make-up. "Make-up?" I said, "where did that idea come from..?" She said that it would complete the look and not to worry. That was about the fourth time she'd said that today! With that, I went upstairs and went through to her bathroom and ten minutes later, my face was smooth and ready. She was in her bedroom and she called out for me to come through. She'd changed from the trousers she'd been wearing all day into a simple shirtwaister dress. She had a stool set up in front of her dressing table which had a large mirror where she'd do my make-up. She put a stretchy band around my head to keep my hair off my face and then she started moisturising my skin. She talked to me as though I was a woman - which I loved - and as she put each product on my face she told me how and why she was doing it. I thought this was like being in the wings of a theatre and seeing all the mechanics of the production rather than sat in the circle where you only saw what the director wanted you to see. She said that I should remember what she was saying because the next time I'd be doing it! She used a light foundation on my face and then she brushed a little powder over it to seal it. She did my eyes one by one - and I could hardly wait to see how it all looked when she was finished. Soon, she was applying the finishing touch - she applied lipstick and then told me to press my lips together in that time-honoured female gesture. She dabbed my lips with a tissue to remove the excess. Finally, she removed the band around my hair and said it was now my turn. I went through to my room and stripped off. Out of my bag I took the lacy panties that were the cause of all this and put them on. After that, I eased myself into the pantie girdle and noted with satisfaction that its non-stretch front panel did a good job of smoothing me down at the front. I took my new bra out of its box and put it around my waist and fastened it at the front before turning it around and pulling it up my chest so that it fitted snugly. I took the breast forms out of the box they came in and slipped them into my bra one by one. I loved the weight and feel of my bust with these in place. I thought I'd better put my stockings on next and I took great care not to damage them when I slid my hand inside them prior to putting my foot in. I slowly eased each one up my legs and clipped them on. Now we were getting somewhere. My legs looked fabulous with these stockings - I was so glad I'd shaved them. From outside Julia asked if I was decent..? I said yes, come on in. She said I looked good so far! She unfolded my blouse, unbuttoned it at the back and then helped me into it - buttoning it up again back for me. We agreed that it draped beautifully over my bust and it felt lovely to wear. She then held out my skirt for me to step into and she tucked my blouse in and then zipped up the back. I slipped my feet into my new shoes and stood up. I can't describe how wonderful I felt - Julia said that she'd put the wig on me next door. We walked through to her room - I loved the swish of the skirt around my stockinged legs. Sitting down at her mirror again, she held the front of the wig against my forehead before pulling it down over the back of my head and she used the two small tabs just above my ears to seat it snugly. With a few deft touches from her styling brush she re-created the style I liked so much. All that remained now were her earrings and one of her necklaces.. She clipped a pair of pearl earrings on and then fastened a nice pearl necklace around my neck. She finished it off with one of her scarves that she tied loosely around my neck. "There," she said, "all done. Come and have a look in my long mirror." I stood up and walked over to the big mirror and I was mesmerised by what I saw - an elegant woman was looking back at me. The familiar image that I'd been used to seeing all my life in a mirror had gone - to be replaced by a woman, except that the woman was me. I recognised my eyes but the rest looked wonderful. Everything co-ordinated, my skirt length looked right, the jewellery looked right and the scarf looked so right as well and I suddenly realised what Julia had meant when she said if you get all the details right, the 'look' will appear and you'll feel confident about how you look. Well, I'd never felt so good about myself. Normally I didn't like looking in mirrors but this was different. I loved the way my skirt rippled when I moved, the way my hair looked, the natural appearance of my bust, the way my feet looked in those beautiful shoes - I couldn't take my eyes off the image. Julia asked me, "What do you think..?" I turned to her and I could hardly speak for emotion - "Oh Julia, you've worked magic on me - I think I'm going to cry." She said gently, "Oh, come here you." and she held me to her and I put my arms around her. I put my lips to her cheek and she slowly turned her head to mine, our eyes met and we kissed. Softly at first and then our tongues met. Her hips pressed forward into mine as we pulled each other close and her perfume was in my nostrils. I wish I could have stopped the clock of my life at that moment. After a few minutes, she said, "I'm so happy you feel right like this. Come on, let's straighten up and go downstairs and have a drink." She touched up my lipstick and patted my bottom and said, "Plenty of time for that later." We went downstairs and I was walking on air. She poured us a couple of drinks and clinked our glasses together. She looked at me tenderly and we kissed again. I thanked her for what she'd done for me. She asked me if I felt 'right' dressed as a woman. There was only one possible answer. I'd never felt so comfortable being me in my life. This was who I should always have been. I said, "Just imagine what people would say if I walked into the office like this on Monday!" She said, "Before you even start thinking of that, you've got a long way to go - for example, how to move, stand, sit, express yourself, hold your hands - everything." She said I should try walking up and down to try and move like a woman. She told me to stand up straight, put my shoulders back, tuck my elbows in, curl my fingers lightly with the thumbs leading and to walk pointing my toes down. I tried this in her hall with her watching - she asked me to stop and turn around and then stand as if waiting for a bus. Then I had to sit down and stand up again - like a lady. Then she showed me how it should be done. We had a wonderful evening with her teaching me and leading me through all those feminine gestures. She said if I wanted to take this further all those feminine gestures and ways of moving would have to become second nature. We finished after a while and she came to sit next to me on her comfortable sofa. She arranged my legs into an elegant position and said that I should try and remember it so that, with a bit more practice, my legs would find that position for themselves. She smoothed my skirt down over my knees and re-arranged my hands in my lap. I hadn't realised that women had so many different ways of arranging themselves. We talked a lot about how I felt and where I thought this might lead. I told her that I'd heard of people changing sex (April Ashley had been in the news) but I knew very little more than that. She just said, "What a waste!" I'd already told her that she was the very epitome of femininity to me and I could hardly believe that here I was sat next to her. I didn't tell her that I thought I was too young and inexperienced to think of having an affair with her - but that was my head talking. Lower down was a different story! We went to Chester twice again after this and we had a lovely day out together both times. She and I always had fun together. However, what might have been suddenly became irrelevant as, out of the blue, I was promoted at work and not long afterwards, I moved away up to the Head Office in London and I never saw her again. I've often thought about her over the years as she was a lovely lady and so, briefly, was I.