Maggy London dresses

I was browsing one of my favourite online stores earlier (Nordstrom) and I felt compelled to mention a designer called Maggy London. Some of the dresses she has on the site are simply divine!

I like to look at the dresses, pause, and just imagine what each one would feel like on. I think about being at a party where girls approach me and tell me how pretty I look...

Here are 5 I would LOVE to own...

Floaty, fun, and not too formal...




This feels like a second date dress, if the date is dinner in an upscale restaurant. I adore the feminine lace detail around the hem.



This dress is super sexy! Figure hugging tastic! The sleeves are great.



Pretty is the word I'd describe for the next dress. The contrast between the top and the taffeta skirt works beautifully, and the bow...another dress I just go weak at the knees thinking about wearing.



I really like the top part of this dress too.



I'd also like to put in a word for the two models. Both fantastic role models for my journey from man to sissy to girl (although I suspect I'll always be a sissy). I adore the way they look (I'd much rather be them than be with them) and while I almost have the hair length now, Charlotte and I are continuing to work on the rest.

Please let me know what you think.

Xxx

Prettiest dress ever?

So for me, this is one of the prettiest dresses I've ever seen. I think about what it'll be like to wear dresses like this out with Charlotte when She deems me ready.

Not sure where I'd wear this one though...perhaps a party!?

In any case, just the thought of slipping this on makes me go weak at the knees...gorgeous. You never know...Christmas is coming...

True story

I went to a house party on the weekend.

I'd been having such a fun night. Talking to lots of people I hadn't seen in ages, and meeting new people too. Charlotte was away on some law firm team building weekend.

I got speaking to a gorgeous girl called Sarah. Sarah had natural blonde, long hair. She looked quite alot like this girl...





She was clearly the most attractive girl at the party, and was wearing a simple black skirt, vest top and ballet pumps. After about ten minutes of us talking and getting on famously, Sarah said, out of the blue, "Please don't take this the wrong way, but I want to ask you something..."

At this point I was completely unpurturbed. I mean, that's not an unusual thing to say in conversation.

She continued, but instead of asking me a question, she bent towards me and whispered in my ear.

"You're a sissy. I can tell."

F-U-C-K.

The blood must have drained from my face, because she could tell she'd hit a nerve.

"I...I...don't know what you mean..."

"I think you do", she replied.

I looked around. No-one had heard a thing. Too busy in their own conversations. I paraphrase, but she went on...

"You see, I know, because my brother is a sissy too. I once caught him in my clothes. And since we've been talking, you've been looking at me the same way he does. You've been looking me up and down the way a girl would. Checking out my outfit, my hair..."

She grabbed my hand, and placed it on her leg, where her skirt met her bare flesh She looked me in the eye, all the while.

"You see, when I do this, I can tell you're aroused. But not like a real man would be."

Sarah smiled and looked sympathetic.

"You know, I think you'd look good in this skirt. I bet you have the legs for it. Just like mine. Sissy." She knew she was teasing me. "It's okay honey. You're secret's safe with me. Us girls must stick together."

Without another word, she got up, and I didn't see her again for the rest of the party, aside from one very knowing smile as she left.

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When I got home, I called Charlotte, and told her. She giggled, dismissively.

"You're REALLY surprised!? Have you looked at yourself recently?"

It was true. I now have long, straight, conditioned brunette hair, shaped eyebrows, and have lost about a stone in weight in the last 6 months. I also have shaved arms (and legs, although not on display at the party), and practically no stubble.

Perhaps Sarah didn't have to be quite as perceptive as I thought.

Outed as a sissy. Could there be a bigger humiliation?

Probably.