A Lesson For Cathy
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One of Them: becoming Cathy:
I sit in my sister-in-law Karens beautiful living room, my legs crossed
demurely at the ankle, delicately sipping tea from bone china cups
surrounded by the most important, beautiful and influential women in my
life. As I delicately raise the cup to my painted lips I glimpse my
glossed pink fingernails resting gently on the thin porcelain handle and
the faint lipstick stains on the gold rim and a sudden moment of
realisation washes over me about just how far I have left the man I was
pretending to be behind. I look around at the women I'm sharing this
moment with, immaculately dressed, beautifully made up and surrounded by
the sweet, heady scent of exotically feminine perfumes. I reflect on how
it's so natural for me now to automatically observe and critique what
other women are wearing, how their hair and make up are done, even what
scent they are wearing.
I turn to face Marie, the closest friend of my wife and I. She is
dressed in a fabulous floral print dress falling to just below her knee,
revealing wonderfully smooth legs wrapped in the most expensive Woolford
Sheer nude tights she so favours. On her feet she wears a wonderfully
elegant pair of Gucci strappy sandals in rose gold leather with a 4 inch
pencil thin heel, exposing manicured toenails glistening with the
deepest of pink varnish. Karen, my sister-in-law sits beside her,
dressed immaculately as always from head to toe. She unconsciously
crosses her legs gently and femininely as only a woman can and I hear
the slight whisper of her luxurious sheer hi-sheen tan tights brushing
together as her thighs touch. She Is wearing an elegant two-piece
checked pale pink and white skirt suit, the tailored jacket open just
enough to reveal a deep, tempting cleavage and tantalising glimpse of
her pale pink lace bra. The fitted skirt is adorned with a delicate gold
chain belt. The skirt narrows with a hem just above her knee emphasising
her perfectly smooth, shimmering legs embraced by the expensive sheer
hosiery she so adores. As is always the case the shoes she wears, a pair
of patent leather pale pink 4 Inch heel courts with the most feminine of
bows on the toe, match perfectly with her outfit.
I move my gaze to Lynne, my other sister-in-law, as she chats animatedly
with Wendy and Marie. A vision of absolute femininity I jealously admire
her fabulous new hair do, platinum highlights contrasting against her
natural black cut beautifully into an asymmetrical, texturised bob. She
is wearing a a pale pink half sleeve silk midi dress with a slightly
flared skirt with the top highlighted by a subtle twist front bodice.
Her bare bronzed legs are gently pressed together at a slight angle in
that oh so feminine manner as she absent mindedly reaches down and plays
with ankle straps of her delicate black patent leather sandals. Finally
to my right sits my beautiful wife Wendy in deep conversation with Marie
and Lynne about her upcoming weekend away in Paris with her boyfriend
Richard. I gently turn and gaze at her, my greatest inspiration on my
path towards femininity. She is dressed in a kneelength fitted beige
sleeveless wool/silk Emilia Wickstead dress. She sits with her legs
delicately crossed at the ankle highlighting her nude open toe court 4
inch heels and revealing her deep glossed red painted toes. She has
favoured a pair of sheer nude to the waist Woodford tights to encase her
smooth tanned legs (I know this as we dressed together this morning). On
her ring finger she wears the fabulous diamond and platinum Tiffany
eternity ring Richard bought her on their recent trip to New York.
I observe as the women converse in the way that only women can, all
talking at the same time, exaggerated expressive feminine hand gestures
and subtle facial expressions yet all still able to understand what the
other is saying. Karen leans forward and gently place her manicured
fingers on my knee bringing me back into the moment. She smiles at me
and says darling you look wonderful today that dress is fabulous and oh
my God your scent is divine. I instinctively move my head gently to the
side and reach out my hand, delicately resting it on her knee. Thank
you so much Karen I whisper, that means so much to me and she rewards me
with a beautiful knowing smile. In my mind I have a moment of self-
congratulation. These women are the most important women in my life and
now I am accepted as one of them. I'm privileged now to be part of their
most intimate and feminine revelations and for me this is the most
wonderful part of of becoming the woman that they saw in me before I
ever did. We talk openly about relationships, sex, body issues, fashion
and all things feminine. How this makes me feel inside I can't explain,
all I can say is at last I feel I have found who I am and where I
belong.
We have sat and gossiped for nearly 3 hours and are all now standing,
affectionately embracing and air kissing one other as we prepare to
leave Karens fabulous home. Wendy and I walk down the paved drive
towards the car, heels clicking in unison as we casually chat about the
mornings conversations. I slide into the passenger seat and smooth my
skirt under me as Wendy gracefully slips into the drivers seat and we
set off for home. 'What a wonderful morning that was, I so enjoyed
catching up with the girls and I'm so glad we do it as often as we do I'
say to Wendy. 'It was' she replies 'but oh my God what do you think
about Karen opening up about her latest affair'. I giggle and
instinctively bring my hand to my in lips in that classic feminine
gesture. 'Let's be honest honey, I say, 'it's not the first time is it'
and we both laugh aut loud. 'No it's not' replies Wendy 'but given
Alan's inability to satisfy her with that tiny soft cock no wonder she
looks elsewhere' and she gives me a knowing little glance to which I
feign indignance whilst knowing precisely what she means. The
conversation gradually ceases as we drive the and the radio plays
Christine Aguilera you are beautiful. I absentmindedly caress my
stocking thighs with my manicured pink nails as I quietly hum along to
the song. My mind starts to wander and I start to think back on the
journey I have been on to get to this place in my life where I feel
contentment and belonging that I never felt whilst maintaining the
pretence of manhood. My memory takes me back to the day in particular
that for me was the turning point in my life and perhaps the real
beginning of my journey into womanhood and the first step towards ending
my charade of masculinity.
Valentina
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