Dress Me Pretty

Dress Me Pretty

A Man in a Frock

Women are lucky. We can choose between wearing high heels or flats, skirts, dresses, or trousers. Women wear a silk blouse and look elegant.  If a man wears silk, it looks quite dodgy. Corsets, push-up bras, and stockings—when worn by women —can be pretty and flirtatious.  Men just pull on a pair of socks, trousers, and slap on some cologne.

There are men who are purveyors of feminine beauty. There are heterosexual men who wish they could know what it feels like to be beautiful.

It can happen to a man in his teens.  He steals a girl’s panties—or his stepmom’s bra. They sneak around the girls’ locker room during gym class.

Long gone are the days of the generation of men who grew up without social media and access to public platforms filled with images of women in thongs, posing sexy with pouted lips everywhere.

There is also the generation of men who went to boarding school and were separated from women. The only female influence they had was either a school headmistress or a nun.

There was also the discreet world of teenage boys sneaking around a mature neighbor woman’s home. She invited them into her home and taught them a thing or two about women.

Having a secret can be isolating. Finding a special friend who allows you to be free to express yourself can be the greatest blessing.

Kind and gentle men contact me to delve into a secret world.  It’s completely harmless, but for many, it allows them to be another part of themselves that has been suppressed for years.

My closet of beautiful things has wigs, stockings, satin dresses, beaded evening gowns, and much more. I’m a trained makeup artist.  It can be an escape for several hours—or several days—if I’m invited on his business trip.

There are those who only want to wear pretty panties and play a game. There are those who want to be dressed from head to toe—in a wig all the way down to stockings and heels. Either way, it’s our secret. It’s just us girls.

We can drink tea or champagne. We can also go into a deep, dark, private fantasy. Am I a stepmom who dresses you up for her pleasure? Are we two cheeky girls on a night out?  Let’s create something fun and personal.  The smiles and memories can last for weeks or months after one rendezvous.

It’s treasured private time. It’s a luxury experience. It’s our little secret. Thank you for trusting me.