Due to my inability to try on things in a store, most of my purchases have been through mail-order.
Not that there's anything wrong with it, but sometimes you're just not sure if you can pull off a look. And the long return times, if you finally get the item and realize you need a size difference or the color wasn't what you were hoping for.
But what really makes me unhappy at them is the false advertising they can get away with. I'm not a skinny girl. I have to make my purchases from the Women's sections. So places like Jessica London, Avenue, and Lane Bryant get most of my dollars. If you have seen the catalogs for Jessica London or Roman's, those models are NOT larger sizes. I hate that false impression thinking that an item of clothing will fit/look a certain way.
Also, shame on VS for not selling more XL or XXL items. :P
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Hose
Ever since I can remember, I have been fascinated by pantyhose. Stockings and thigh-highs count. For some reason, fishnets never caught on. I think that's mostly because true fishnets have no material between the netting. I think I have a thing for the nylon.
I love seeing females in hose. Weather it be a nice dress or a business suit, I love the way the light reflects off the leg. I'm not a fan so much of going bare.. I wish the days of hose would come back, but seeing as how I wear them myself, I know how much a pain they can be. I'm also enjoy any lingerie outfit which looks better with stockings, as well.
I love seeing females in hose. Weather it be a nice dress or a business suit, I love the way the light reflects off the leg. I'm not a fan so much of going bare.. I wish the days of hose would come back, but seeing as how I wear them myself, I know how much a pain they can be. I'm also enjoy any lingerie outfit which looks better with stockings, as well.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
New hair
Over the weekend, I purchased a new wig. The previous one, was bought so two could share (that was my reasoning to be allowed to make the purchase) but it didn't fit well. It also was long, straight, and dark auburn; not really looking correct on my head. The new one is the correct size, better cut, and brown fading into lighter ends. I'm hoping it looks much better on me.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
How it began
Every crossdresser has their own story of how they started. Mine probably is similar to most.
When I was very young, I went sent off to grandmom's house frequently. Cheap child-care. When I was about 6 or 7, my sister and I started playing dress-up. Since my grandfather on that side of my family had passed away a few year earlier, there were no male clothes in the house. Not wanting to find other methods of keeping me busy, I was allowed to play along with my sister. It was cute for the first couple of times. However, when it was my other set of grandparents' turn to watch us, I still chose my grandmother's clothes. This is when I was told it wasn't cute anymore and was kept from playing that game. I continued however. I used to sneak back into their stuff when I thought I wouldn't be caught; which I did. Since I had limited time to engage in my activities, I stuck mostly to shoes.
When I finally was old enough to watch myself, I started getting bold. By this time, I had started finding items in my mom's drawer to borrow. When I was sent with my sisters to a grandparent's house, I would find excuses to be left at the house. Soon I figured that I had enough time to change in case they got home before they were due. I ventured out into clothing more. I loved the dresses. Pantyhose also held a fascination for me as well, however I never tried on those, because they could easily be ruined. I covered my tracks well enough, that I never was caught (weather they knew and never said anything, is beyond me). I remember one overnight visit, when I hid a control body briefer in my room. As soon as my grandmother went to sleep, I changed into it. I don't recall sleeping much, in fear of being caught.
Of course, all this did have a sexual effect on me. I was always turned on when I dressed. I believe it was mostly due to the raging hormones a teen aged boy goes through. When I was in high school, I convinced a girl friend at the time, it wasn't fair for her to borrow my T-shirts/sweatshirts and I get nothing in return. So I asked for old items of that she wouldn't miss, just to even out the borrowing. I received a pleated skirt which I fell in love with.
During college, there was almost zero chance of dressing. During this point in my life, I was involved in a Christian group as well, and did my best to put my dressing in my past. I did tell my girlfriend at the time, about my dressing but since I was conditioned to believe it wrong, I let her know it was behind me.
Post college, I spent one year living in my parent's basement until I paid off some debt and had enough cash saved up to get my own apartment. It was also my first time telling a girl that I wasn't dating about my dressing. Angelina (to avoid using her real name), helped me order items I was too scared to have delivered to my parent's house. We lived about 3 hours away from each other, and we met up a total of 3 times, 2 of which she got to meet Karen. We had talked about sharing an apartment together, but due to things I wish I could take back, we parted ways.
When I got my apartment, I continued to explore Karen from where Angelina left off. Mail orders were placed frequently and before I knew it, I had at least 3 outfits. I also started dating my wife, who I told after our 3 date. I wanted to get it out in the open quickly, so if there was a problem, we wouldn't be too deep into the relationship. There were many rocky places in our 6 years in regards to my dressing, but it appears that smoother waters are ahead of us.
Currently, I have probably over $4000US worth of clothes. 30+ pairs of shoes, 20+ dresses, many tops, many bottoms, and even a wig now. Enough stuff that Karen has her own closet in our new house. If we move again, it's been agreed that we need two walk-in closets.
When I was very young, I went sent off to grandmom's house frequently. Cheap child-care. When I was about 6 or 7, my sister and I started playing dress-up. Since my grandfather on that side of my family had passed away a few year earlier, there were no male clothes in the house. Not wanting to find other methods of keeping me busy, I was allowed to play along with my sister. It was cute for the first couple of times. However, when it was my other set of grandparents' turn to watch us, I still chose my grandmother's clothes. This is when I was told it wasn't cute anymore and was kept from playing that game. I continued however. I used to sneak back into their stuff when I thought I wouldn't be caught; which I did. Since I had limited time to engage in my activities, I stuck mostly to shoes.
When I finally was old enough to watch myself, I started getting bold. By this time, I had started finding items in my mom's drawer to borrow. When I was sent with my sisters to a grandparent's house, I would find excuses to be left at the house. Soon I figured that I had enough time to change in case they got home before they were due. I ventured out into clothing more. I loved the dresses. Pantyhose also held a fascination for me as well, however I never tried on those, because they could easily be ruined. I covered my tracks well enough, that I never was caught (weather they knew and never said anything, is beyond me). I remember one overnight visit, when I hid a control body briefer in my room. As soon as my grandmother went to sleep, I changed into it. I don't recall sleeping much, in fear of being caught.
Of course, all this did have a sexual effect on me. I was always turned on when I dressed. I believe it was mostly due to the raging hormones a teen aged boy goes through. When I was in high school, I convinced a girl friend at the time, it wasn't fair for her to borrow my T-shirts/sweatshirts and I get nothing in return. So I asked for old items of that she wouldn't miss, just to even out the borrowing. I received a pleated skirt which I fell in love with.
During college, there was almost zero chance of dressing. During this point in my life, I was involved in a Christian group as well, and did my best to put my dressing in my past. I did tell my girlfriend at the time, about my dressing but since I was conditioned to believe it wrong, I let her know it was behind me.
Post college, I spent one year living in my parent's basement until I paid off some debt and had enough cash saved up to get my own apartment. It was also my first time telling a girl that I wasn't dating about my dressing. Angelina (to avoid using her real name), helped me order items I was too scared to have delivered to my parent's house. We lived about 3 hours away from each other, and we met up a total of 3 times, 2 of which she got to meet Karen. We had talked about sharing an apartment together, but due to things I wish I could take back, we parted ways.
When I got my apartment, I continued to explore Karen from where Angelina left off. Mail orders were placed frequently and before I knew it, I had at least 3 outfits. I also started dating my wife, who I told after our 3 date. I wanted to get it out in the open quickly, so if there was a problem, we wouldn't be too deep into the relationship. There were many rocky places in our 6 years in regards to my dressing, but it appears that smoother waters are ahead of us.
Currently, I have probably over $4000US worth of clothes. 30+ pairs of shoes, 20+ dresses, many tops, many bottoms, and even a wig now. Enough stuff that Karen has her own closet in our new house. If we move again, it's been agreed that we need two walk-in closets.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
A bit of background...
Greetings for reading. I wanted to take a post to fill you in on me.
There are probably lots of labels you can find, and their meanings, if you looked. Crossdresser... Transvestite... I could probably be put into a category if it helps you to understand. But with everything, change happens. The terms might be redefined, or my thoughts and feelings on a topic might alter from one day to the next.
What I do is simple. I dress and try to present myself as a woman in my part-time. Everyone will immediately have a different 'first question', so please read a bit to see if yours is answered. I'm not gay. I don't want to become a woman. I do it in the privacy of my own house.
When I dress, I take on a Karen mind-set. However, she's a part of me to begin with, the clothes just help me express her. I don't need to 'dress to the nines' to feel her either. Sometimes just slipping on a woman's T-shirt and jeans can bring her out. The important part of the process for me is.. the clothes.
I hope to post more, as there are a lot of topics that I can cover. I'd rather this post stay without details and to serve more as an introduction.
There are probably lots of labels you can find, and their meanings, if you looked. Crossdresser... Transvestite... I could probably be put into a category if it helps you to understand. But with everything, change happens. The terms might be redefined, or my thoughts and feelings on a topic might alter from one day to the next.
What I do is simple. I dress and try to present myself as a woman in my part-time. Everyone will immediately have a different 'first question', so please read a bit to see if yours is answered. I'm not gay. I don't want to become a woman. I do it in the privacy of my own house.
When I dress, I take on a Karen mind-set. However, she's a part of me to begin with, the clothes just help me express her. I don't need to 'dress to the nines' to feel her either. Sometimes just slipping on a woman's T-shirt and jeans can bring her out. The important part of the process for me is.. the clothes.
I hope to post more, as there are a lot of topics that I can cover. I'd rather this post stay without details and to serve more as an introduction.
Welcome
This is my first post here on blogger. I used to keep a blog at livejournal, but this is much easier on me, plus I know a good friend here to start out with.
More to come later, including a 'about me' post.
More to come later, including a 'about me' post.
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