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Feelings
We all have feelings. No matter who we are or what we do or how we live,
we have feelings.
I would like to explore some of my feelings and, possibly, some of your
feelings as well.
For example:
When a GG enters a Beauty Salon, she may have feelings of entitlement,
smugness, anticipation of happiness, adulation and relaxation.
When a Cross Dresser enters the same Beauty Salon, he may have feelings of
anxiety, uncertainness, and, surely, feelings of hopefulness and intense
desire.
When the subject of a Forced Feminization Program enters that Beauty
Salon, he may have feelings of terror, incipient humiliation, grudging
curiosity and resignation.
When a Sissy enters that Beauty Salon, no one cares what her feelings
maybe. She is there to continue her sissification as her Mistress
prescribes and she can do nothing about it.
So you can see that the same Beauty Salon can inspire many different
feelings depending on who or what we are.
Allow me to delve into some of my feelings, both those which I have had,
and those which I would be likely to come into. As I do this, why don't
you - GG, Cross Dresser, Forced Fem, Sissy - think about what you would or
have felt.
And also we should look at what we "feel" in a tactile way, as opposed to
our inner feelings. How something is smooth, or silky, or constraining,
etc. "Feelings" and "Feel" are so intertwined.
Since we were talking about a Beauty Salon:
The first time your mother, wife, BFF or Mistress took you to a Beauty
Salon, what were your feelings?
Or maybe you went to the Beauty Salon because you wanted to? Maybe
different feelings?
Is it possible to describe your feelings as tightly wound rollers covered
your head? What was it like to have the massive Salon Dryer slowly lowered
over your rollered head? As you sat there, heat baking curls into YOUR
hair, for maybe a hour, with all the GG's in the Salon looking at you and
snickering, how did you feel?
How do you feel now, after many Salon visits? Has it changed?
I love the feel of nail polish being applied to my toe and finger nails.
The first time I had a manicure, my hands were shaking and I felt that I
should run from that place as fast as possible.
I love the feel of Lipstick. So smooth and silky. It makes me feel so
feminine. Maybe for some of you, Lipstick represents torture, makes you
feel silly and humiliated. Get over it!
How did you feel the first time you were made to put Lipstick on. Maybe
your mother or sister or girlfriend were playing with you. Or wanted to
punish you. How did you feel?
Lipstick turned me on. That is a feeling. It still does. When you have a
Lipstick tube in in your hand, how do you feel when you remove the cover
and twist the tube? Have you been in public place and had to refresh your
Lipstick where all can see you do it? What feeling did you have?
How do you feel when you stop at a stoplight and tip the mirror down and
redo your lips while some guy in the car next to you, ogles you? If in
girl mode, maybe you feel sexy. If in guy mode, maybe you feel
humiliation. But that is what you want, isn't it? Or someone wants that
feeling for you.
Remember the first time you bought a Lipstick for yourself? I remember the
feeling of pure joy I had when after putting on the first coat, I looked
in the mirror and realized that it was just the right shade for me and I
could easily wear that Lipstick all day, feeling comfortable doing it.
What do you feel like when three coats of mascara and sparkly eyeshadow
and maybe a set of false lashes weigh your lids down?
What do you feel like when you get out of the shower, shave your face,
then shave your legs?
How do you feel when you see the lingerie laid out for you, knowing that
you will wear these frillies all day?
How do you feel when you see that the boned corset is to be put on? I love
the feeling of restraint and containment and shaping that I knows in store
for me.
How do you feel when your wife approaches you with a longline bra in her
hands? Do you feel the eagerness I feel to have her go behind me and hook
the 14 hooks and eyes which control my breasts and abdomen for the next 18
hours?
Do you have the same feeling of belonging, as I do, as you walk slowly to
push open the door to the ladies room?
When your mother or wife or Mistress sets your hair on prickly rollers and
you must sleep on them, how do you feel? Do you feel the pain as pain? Or
do you feel the pain as a means to the feeling you so desire - Femininity?
How did you feel the first time you were fitted for a bra? Maybe as a boy,
maybe as a man? Nothing can match the shivering feeling I got as the
fitter gave a tug and hooked the hooks that caused me to be encased in
that womanly garment.
Somewhat the same feeling happens when someone zips up my dress. I feel
thankful that someone cares enough to help my change into womanhood. And I
feel locked in a garment which says to the world - woman inside.
I have the condition known as Gynecomastia, enlarged male breasts. Which
is rather convenient for a Cross Dresser. I have no problem filling a B
cup quite nicely. I remember the feeling of elation when last I bought a
bra and the saleswoman marveled that I would not need any assistance
achieving the wanted curves. It is the feeling of sheer joy to bend
forward from the waist and let your breasts fall free and then drop snugly
into the waiting satin cups of your bra. How would you feel? Forced Fem
guy, maybe not good right now, but it will happen to you. (Sissies,
practice that way to put on a bra 150 times, you don't need the feeling,
you just need to be a Sissy.)
I love the weight of my breasts straining on my bra straps. I feel the
need for a bra. The bra makes me feel feminine and properly confined. To
feel confined is a good thing. The idea of a tight constraining panty
girdle may give feelings of horror to the Forced Fem guy or even to the
GG. But when I am encased in lycra and spandex, I feel fulfilled and
satisfied. How did you feel the first time you were made to don a girdle?
Have you ever known the sheer delightful feeling that comes with trying on
3 inch pumps or thigh high, high heeled leather boots? While in male mode?
In female mode - sheer ecstasy. In male mode - sheer humiliation. But even
with the humiliation comes a feeling of commitment and resolve.
Since we are all "girls" here (not you, Sissy. You're just a Sissy) let's
talk about how you feel about your period. Feels pretty lousy, doesn't it?
But you can make your period be part of the overall feeling of femininity
you so deeply desire. I am lucky that my period coincides with my wife's
period. That way we can share our feelings and our pains with each other
while the period is happening. I will never forget the feeling of terror
that came over me when my wife, caring female that she is, took me in hand
and introduced me to Tampons and Maxipads. I knew that as a woman, I had
to control the flow. I felt that as a woman I had to do something, I
couldn't embarrass myself and my wife by leaking. The feeling of unease
that came over me as my wife told me that I had to wear a Tampon was
tremendous. But by recognizing my innate feeling of revulsion, my wife
tenderly took me through the steps for using a Tampon. I felt woozie as
she graciously inserted my first Tampon. But when it was in place, I felt
strangely giddy. Giddy that I was now sharing the pain and inconvenience
of my period with my wife and with all the women of our sisterhood.
How would feel when faced with a Mammogram and with a Gynecological Exam?
I felt inadequate and extremely interested when told that I would have to
undergo these procedures. A GG might feel inconvenienced. A Forced Fem
would be Fem probably would feel like screaming and holding on to the
chair in the OBGYN's with all his remaining manhood, if there is any.
Since my breasts were growing at a womanly level, my wife felt that I
should be sure about the terrible curse of breast cancer. So it was off to
the her OBGYN for my first mammogram. How would you feel if you were
seated in a waiting room with 12 women and teenage girls and your name was
called: Jim, time for your mammogram!? My wife felt fine. She patted me on
the butt and told me not to cry. I felt like crying. Not just because of
the feelings of humiliation but because I had a feeling of being
deliriously feminine. As a Cross Dresser there can be no more marvelous
feeling.
Have you felt what it is like to have your breast squeezed within the cold
confines of mammogram plates?
After experiencing that odd experience four times as each breast was
radiated from two angles, I felt disorientated and didn't quite get what
was happening as I was led to the gynecological exam table and laid down
and had my arms restrained on each side and my heels strapped into the
wide stirrups and before I knew what was happening, my legs were raised
far above the level of my head, exposing my little faux vagina with the
string hanging out from my Tampon. I felt scared. I felt vulnerable. But
that was the idea. I was to feel, if only a little, what every woman has
to go through in her womanhood.
The Doctor was very nice to me. She removed my soiled Tampon,
complimenting me on recognizing the onslaught of my period and taking the
needed precautions. I felt validated as a woman to hear her say that.
Don't you want to be validated as a woman, too? After removing the Tampon,
she inserted a cold steel speculum into what my wife calls "My Sissy
Vagina". But I am not a Sissy. I am a Cross Dresser who is experiencing
the feelings of a woman for the first time.
As the Speculum went deeper into my male vagina, I had the feeling of
invasion, but a good invasion. The speculum reached the desired depth in
my vagina and the doctor slowly turned the opening mechanism and my
womanhood expanded to what I thought was the tearing limit. It felt, to
me, the uninitiated would be woman, that with that turn of the screw, my
manhood was over, my womanhood was now going to start. What a wonderful,
wonderful, wonderful female feeling. The Doctor checked my privates out
and declared me to be a fine specimen of girlishness. After inserting a
much more industrial strength hospital Tampon, my legs were lowered and I
was allowed to sit up. The Doctor palpitated my cupcakes to check for
foreign lumps. Can you, if you are not a GG, understand the feeling of
having as female Doctor massage your breasts before telling you to put
your bra back on. I felt that that Doctor was certifying me as as much of
a woman that I could be in the foreseeable future. I felt on air as a
glided back into the waiting room and into the tender embrace of my loving
wife, who was now my loving sister in the sisterhood. Now there is a
feeling!
GG's have feelings.
Cross Dressers have feelings.
Reluctant Soon To Be Susies have feelings.
Sissies, I am not to sure about.
But above all enjoy your feelings. Don't be afraid to accept them and use
them. They are yours. This is who you want to be.
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